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Peter had really fucked up this time.

He had been on his way home after he and Ned had spent way too much time gushing over the new Death Star LEGO set that they could not afford, and it had gotten really late, and he had promised Aunt May that he would be home before 11 pm. He’d been running back home and decided to take a detour through the shipyard to cut down the travel time when he heard a commotion. Even though he did not have his makeshift costume with him, his conscience would not let him walk away without at least checking it out. Biggest. Mistake. Of. His. Life!

A large group of men was loading what looked like Omegas into a container. The problem was that Peter had not yet gotten used to his new heightened senses. Most days, he still got dizzy due to overstimulation, and unfortunately, today was no exception.

There had been crying, and some yelling, and it all echoed horribly around the warehouse, not to mention the overwhelming stench of Alpha, which hit Peter harder than ever before. He had gotten so damned overwhelmed he could barely stand up straight, which was when he had gotten that needle in his neck and everything went dark. Crap!

***

Peter let out a small groan as he was coming back to his senses. His arms and shoulders screamed from having his hands bound above him for god knows how long. He slowly opened his eyes to look around and found himself handcuffed to the wall in only his boxer briefs. With minimal effort, he yanked himself free from the restraints, sending chunks of plaster flying with the force, before easily breaking off the handcuffs from his wrists and looking around. He found himself alone in some sort of small storage area.

Stumbling upright, Peter took a deep breath to clear his head before investigating the room further. It looked like some sort of costume storage, as he found a bunch of different masks and other quite revealing clothing items. He quickly located a very short pair of shorts and a shirt that hung loosely on him and barely covered his naval, as well as a mask, all of which he quickly put on. The mask was obviously made with comfort in mind and was for long-term use as it clasped onto his face quite securely and covered the top part of his face. It was odd, but Peter only had enough energy right now to feel relief at having his face covered.

Honestly, he still felt quite unsteady as the floor seemed to shift under him in a subtle way, and Peter was starting to seriously wonder how strongly he had been drugged up for him to still feel the effects. He quickly located a vent in the ceiling and climbed his way into it. It didn’t take long for him to hear the sound of water, and he let out a sigh of relief as he figured he was still at the docks.

‘Oh no, Aunt May will KILL me when I get home,'  he thought as he crawled frantically towards the exit. He opened the vent, climbed out, and froze!

“Oh shoot,” Peter muttered as he watched the endless expanse of water in front of him, and saw the unmistakable structure of a ship all around him. Looking around in distress, he spotted a few people mingling about the deck. Fortunately, no one seemed to have spotted him crawling out of a vent, which he quickly closed up.

“Oh no, oh no no no! This can’t be real!” Peter whispered to himself as he moved around the deck, trying to see if he could spot land anywhere on the horizon. Unfortunately, his luck was not with him as he couldn't even spot a speck of land within view. Thankfully, he did not have to sneak around as, for some reason, everyone on board was wearing a mask, and no one seemed to pay him much attention. He made two trips around the massive cruise ship, still in denial, before he was finally willing to admit that there was really no land anywhere to be seen.

Peter spent the next hour trying to stave off the panic attack about to hit him while exploring the ship's interior. It was very obviously a luxury cruise ship, filled with rich people looking for a getaway. He had yet to figure out why everyone was wearing masks, though. Privacy reasons, perhaps? And why had Peter been dragged onto this ship? What happened to the Omegas he had seen being loaded into the container?

It was starting to get dark outside when Peter first noticed a commotion and saw some men in black suits who were obviously looking for something. Someone? Shit, they were probably looking for Peter.

He quickly turned around to move the other way as inconspicuously as possible, only to see even more suits at the other end of the corridor. The only way left to go was out on the deck. Once there, he half-jogged around a corner before finding a small nook to try and hide in and calm down his now deafeningly loud heart. Which is why he probably missed the Alpha on the deck above him completely.

“Ooh, it smells like pumpkin spice and everything nice! Hello there, little pumpkin. What brings you to this patch of town?”

Peter let out a yelp when he suddenly heard the voice. Looking up, he saw a man clad in a red and black leather costume from head to toe, dangling upside down from the railing while grinning? at Peter.

The man made a cooing noise while squishing his face between his hands as if seeing a cute puppy. Said red-clad man, then jumped down, almost face-planting before catching himself on his hands and flipping himself on his feet, stumbling a bit before trying to look casual as he leaned against the wall.

“Aaaw, sorry, Bambi! I didn’t mean to scare you there. Is there Anything Daddy Pool can do to make it up to you? I could offer you a foot rub, other kinds of rubs, or even the whole Wade package deal. It's a one-time offer, baby boy! Actually, who am I kidding? It’s an anytime kind of offer for you, sugar.”

Peter only gave a weak “What?” in reply before he noticed the suits again from the corner of his eye. Making a split-second decision, he took hold of the man in costume, pulled them close, and buried his face in their neck. The man, for his part, didn’t waste a moment to push Peter up against the wall lifting Peter up with both hands on his ass. This should have bothered Peter, as no one had ever touched him like this before, but his instincts remained calm. He couldn’t help but notice just how good the Alpha smelled! He smelled like gunpowder, pancakes, and pure Alpha musk. He smelled like safety and home, and Peter had never smelled anything quite this good before.

Peter saw the suits pause for a moment and look at them before obviously dismissing them and moving on. Peter gave a rather loud sigh of relief.

“Ooh, someone’s been a naughty boy! Don’t worry though, as I rather like em naughty.” came a raspy reply from the stranger, who was still pressing him up against the wall. Peter could not help taking a deep breath as the Alpha just smelled too calming, and after the day Peter had had, he just could not resist it. He also came to notice just how tall the Alpha was, how broad his shoulders were, and how defined those muscles felt through the leather suit. However, the suit didn’t really feel like leather underneath Peters' hands. He was at least a head taller than Peter and much wider, and Peter couldn’t help but cling to him as he struggled to get his Omega instincts under control.

*

Wade had been having a rather lovely day so far. He had snuck onto the ship, broken into his target suite by pretending to be a maid, tied him up, gagged him, stabbed him, and thrown him overboard, all within half an hour.  Now he had a whole week to spend enjoying his time on this ship, and since it was a masks-always-on kinda party, little big Deadpool was hoping to get some hot action without sending his potential partner running the other way screaming.

He had finished off his ice-cream a moment ago and was just, you know, hanging when he saw this teeniest little Omega run right under him before trying to hide away in a little crook. Then he got a whiff of him, and oh boy, was he delicious and mouth-watering. It made Deadpool feel like a thirsty man stranded in a desert who had just found a refreshing oasis.

“Ooh, it smells like pumpkin spice, and everything is nice! Hello there, little pumpkin. What brings you to this patch of the town?”

He watched the Omega almost jump out of their skin before turning those big Bambi-like eyes upwards to look at him. Deadpool let himself fall down, catching himself at the last moment on his hands, before flipping himself upright and almost falling again, as apparently one of his legs had fallen asleep.

“Aaaw, sorry, Bambi! I didn’t mean to scare you there. Is there Anything Daddy Pool can do to make it up to you? I could offer you a foot rub, other kinds of rubs, or even the whole Wade package deal. It's a one-time offer, baby boy! Actually, who am I kidding? It’s an anytime kind of offer for you, sugar.”

He was rewarded with a confused “What?” before he suddenly had an armful of Omega, who had a surprisingly strong grip for such a small thing, not that Deadpool was complaining, nope, not even a little bit. He couldn’t help but pick the Omega up by that perky little ass and press them up against the wall. He did not miss the cluster of trouble seemingly looking for someone and walking past them, and he most definitely did not miss the Omegas' whole body tensing before relaxing as said trouble just walked past them.

“Ooh, someone’s been a naughty boy! Don’t worry though, as I rather like them naughty.”

The problem was that while Wade was more than happy with this bundle of joy in his arms, said bundle was shaking like a leaf while clinging to him like a cute koala. This made his Alpha instincts go completely haywire, wanting nothing more than to steal the little Omega away and keep him warm and safe until they were happy again.

“What kind of trouble are you in, little one?” He asked gently, hoping to be able to help the little Omega. The answer made his blood run cold with fury.

“They knocked me out, and I woke up on this ship. I don’t even know where we are. My aunt is going to be so worried.” The little Omega mumbled, still shaking. Wade couldn’t help but let out a low growl at hearing this, which startled the Omega.

“Shh… I am not mad at you. You are safe.” He said in a soothing voice while rubbing the Omegas' back. Fortunately, it seemed to be enough to calm the Omega down. “This boat will not be docking for another three days, but I can get you to a safe space in the meantime if that is okay with you?”

He knew he sounded like some alleyway Alpha creep looking to score and half expected the Omega to bolt, but to his surprise, the little doe just nodded while still clinging to him. At a closer look, Wade realized that the little Omega looked way too young to be in this position. Once he got them to safety, Deadpool was going to do some house cleaning on this ship. He even had a convenient sea right there to throw the trash into.

“I have a room where you can hide out for the rest of the trip, and hell, we could even go around exploring a bit if you feel like it later on. I promise you that anyone who even tries to get too close to you will end up at the wrong end of Bea and Arthur, okay?” He said as he started to move towards his borrowed room, Omega still in hand.

***

Peter didn’t know why he was agreeing to all this so easily. All he knew was that the Alpha smelled like safety to his overworked instincts, and he could not make himself let go of said Alpha. He could feel it when the Alpha started to walk while still carrying him, but could not even make himself lift his head from the crook of the man's neck to see where they were headed. His head was spinning, and he was starting to feel like a cold was coming on. The only thing grounding him was the scent of the Alpha.

He heard the beep of a door card being used, a heavy door opening, and then silence as the door closed. Once they were alone in the room, something in him relaxed, but he couldn’t hold back the whine as the Alpha put him on the bed and tried to back off.

“Jesus, you have a strong grip.” The Alpha muttered as he maneuvered Peter so he could sit on his lap. Peter did his best to ease up on his grip before he actually hurt the Alpha while curling up in his lap. He didn’t really understand why he felt so vulnerable and out of control right now or why a hazy heat had overcome his mind.

“So, what’s your name, little doe?” The Alpha asked him while gently stroking his back.

“Peter.”

“Peter, Petey pie! I like it. I’m Deadpool, but you can call me Wade.” The Alpha, Wade all but exclaimed in his overly happy voice. From what Peter had seen and from what he could feel right now, Wade was big—the kind of big that would make most other Alphas feel emasculated just by being in the general vicinity. He looked like a stereotypical mean Alpha, the kind Peter would expect to be a bully, but Wade had been anything but.

Instead, all Peter could think about was how Wade could protect and take care of him, and how Peter liked feeling so small next to the large Alpha. Despite seeing the swords on the Alpha's back and feeling the obvious guns strapped to his sides, they only made Peter feel safer. Made him feel like Wade could protect him from any threat.

Somewhere, at the back of his mind, Peter knew that all of this was very out of character for him. He could probably crush this Alpha head like a ripe peach if he so wished to, and he hardly needed protection from anyone. Not to mention, he hated guns. All of this was, however, wholly forgotten once he took his next breath and lost himself to the scent of the Alpha. He felt the Alpha shift slightly before pressing his face into Peter's neck and taking a deep breath.

“Shit, I think you are going into heat, Bambi.” He said as he pulled back. Peter just shook his head. He was too young to go into heat. The earliest anyone went into heat was seventeen, and Peter was still only sixteen. There was no way he was going into heat.

“Bambi, I am absolutely certain that you are going into heat. It’s probably stress-induced, so it would be outside your usual cycle, but your scent doesn’t lie.” Wade said, pulling Peter backward so they could lock eyes. Or, well, so Peter could lock his eyes on Wade's mask.

“Okay, so this is what we do. I will go find you some fun little toys, some snacks, and water, and then you will lock yourself in here. I will even leave the key…”

“No!” Peter exclaimed. “Please stay!” He absolutely did not want to be left alone in this scary place. The Alpha was the only safe thing about this place, and Peter was unwilling to lose that safety for anything.

“Darlin’, I don’t think you are in the right state of mind to make…” The Alpha tried to reason, but Peter was beyond reason at this point.

“Please stay, please!” He begged, doing his best to wrap himself around his one and only safety, alpha, home.

***

Wade was really trying to do the right thing here. REALLY! he was. But damn, when that tiny little omega started to beg him to stay, smelling of distress and shaking like a leaf? Well, Wade was only human. Not even a good one at that.

“Shh… I will stay. Please don’t cry.” He all but begged the shaking omega in his arms before looking around the room. Fortunately, it was a fairly large room with a lot more luxuries than you would find in your average cruise cabin.

“This is what we are going to do, Petey.” He said, which made the omega tense in his arms again. He tried his best to calm the little thing down with some back rubs. “You are going to build yourself a grand nest with everything you can find in this room while I go hunt us some food and water, okay?”

He felt the omega still in his arms before lifting his head and thoughtfully looking around the room.

“Okay.” He heard Peter mutter, and a moment later, the Omega was off his lap and gathering stuff around the room. Wade felt momentarily disappointed at his now-empty lap before realizing he should get going while he had the chance. Besides, if things went where Wade expected them to go, then he would have the Omega back in his lap shortly.

He swiftly left the cabin, heading towards the food store and grabbing everything he thought they might need. On the way back, however, he noticed something that made him stop in his tracks—a store displaying various collars, usually given to Omegas by their Alphas. The collars were typically given during a long-term relationship, but Wade had never been one to have any impulse control. A moment later, he exited the store with a nice, soft, black leather band and some random charm stuck to it. Wade planned to remove the charm and replace it with something more personal. Perhaps a bullet?

So here he was, outside of the door to the room he left the Omega in, carving his initials into a bullet before attaching it to the collar like a charm. When he finally opened the door again, he was hit in the face with the intense, intoxicating scent of Omega in heat. He almost dropped everything he was carrying, not expecting the sheer intensity of the scent. He had been with a few Omegas in heat during his prettier years, but none smelled quite this intense. Then again, all the Omegas he had been with had been female, seeing as male Omegas were exceedingly rare, and it would not surprise Wade if this were what they usually smelled like.

Quickly closing the door behind him, which he was happy to note was scent-proof as he had not even gotten a whiff of the scent standing right outside it, he swiftly started putting away the loot. The Omega had been busy building a nest, and the king-sized bed had been turned into a cozy nest of pillows, blankets, and towels. Peter himself was already in said nest, looking at Wade with a flushed face and hazy eyes. He let out a small whine when his eyes locked with Wade's, making room for him on the bed.

“Darlin, are you really sure you want me to stick around? You should have everything you need right here, and I could just…” Wade trailed off at the distressed noise coming from Peter, watching the little Omega's eyes fill with unshed tears. “Okay, looks like I am definitely staying. Can’t say no to those pretty eyes now, can I?”

Wade climbed into the nest with the Omega, who instantly wrapped himself around Wade's much larger body. This reminded Wade of another issue that had not yet been brought up.

“Bambi, there is one other tiny detail that I might have forgotten to mention here,” Wade said, trying to catch the Omega's eyes and make him pay attention. Fortunately, the Omega did not look entirely gone yet and curiously raised his eyes to Wade’s.

“You see this suit I have on? I am kind of going to have to keep it on. Believe me, it would be best for everyone in this room if I kept it on throughout this experience. You are way too pretty to be traumatized by little old me.”

Peter gave him a confused look but nodded before muttering, “Don’t care.”

So Deadpool settled down next to Peter and quickly ended up with an armful of clingy Omega. From his previous experiences, Wade knew that they had a few hours before the heat kicked in and that the Omega needed closeness and comfort right now. So he pulled Peter closer and gently stroked his back while the Omega nuzzled his neck. About ten minutes later, Wade heard a low rumbling noise coming from the Omega and realized with silent amazement that Peter was purring.

“Oh, my friggin god! You are soooo adorable!” Deadpool whispered while pulling the Omega even closer to him. He had never had an Omega purr for him as it meant the Omega was feeling safe and content. He didn’t even really understand how it was possible for Peter to feel this content around someone who was practically a stranger, but Wade was not going to question this gift. A contented purring Omega in his lap was better than any kind of drug on the market. Not that drugs worked on him anymore.

They ended up cuddling like that for a few hours, only taking a small break to eat and drink something. Pre-heats could last anywhere between four and twenty-four hours, depending on the Omega. Peter's ended up lasting almost four hours before his scent suddenly spiked, and he started to squirm in Wade's arms. They were lying on their sides with the Omega’s back pulled flush against Wade's chest.

“Tell me what you need, little one,” Wade whispered and heard the Omega whimper in return.

“Hot.” The Omega whined, so Wade helped him out of the skimpy clothing he had on, only leaving the mask. The scent of slick hit him a moment later, and he let out a groan when he smelled it. He had heard that male Omegas smelled stronger than females, but he had not been prepared for just how much stronger. He was pretty sure that if he had still been able to hit a rut, this would have instantly pushed him over the edge.

He slid one of the hands that had previously been resting on the Omegas stomach downwards, stroking his fingers over the omegas leaking cock, getting an instant reaction in the form of a moan and the Omega pushing into his hand. He gave the Omega a few strokes before continuing downwards to cup the Omega's balls.

Peter was breathing heavily by now, letting out small, constant, desperate noises that were slowly driving Wade mad with desire. He had always had a thing for having his partners very enthusiastically enjoying themselves, and the Omega seemed particularly sensitive to his touch. Obviously, the heat had a large part to play in this, but Wade could not help but wonder if the Omega would be just as receptive outside of heat.

“Wade… Please…” Peter whined, sounding quite out of breath.

“Shh… little one, Deadpool will take care of you.” He murmured in response before sliding his hand further down to where the delicious smell was originating from. Almost instantly, he was met with the slippery, wet feeling of slick, seeing as the Omega had produced enough by now to have made a wet spot on the bed. Ignoring his need to pull his fingers back and taste the Omega, he instead continued downwards until his fingers finally touched the wet hole.

Immediately, the Omega let out a moan before trying to grind back onto the fingers brushing at his entrance. Deciding not to tease the desperate Omega in his arms, Wade instantly pressed two fingers into him, making Peter let out a loud gasp, tensing up with an arched back and wide eyes. Wade then started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of the wet hole, which was met with short, breathless noises of pleasure from the Omega.

By this point, Wade was used to the Omegas begging to be mounted, bred, and knotted, but the Omega in his arms seemed almost shy, only letting out small, breathy moans at his administrations. It was a refreshing turn of events. Not that Wade had anything against vocal Omegas, but this was just so different, and he was happy to experience it.

Wade added another finger, relishing in the needy moan it got him in response. While you didn’t have to stretch Omegas the same way you would stretch a Beta or even an Alpha, Wade preferred doing it anyway. He just liked the feeling of the wet hole stretched around his fingers and the easy way his fingers slipped in and out of it.

“Alpha please…” The Omega pleaded, needing more than just fingers. So, Wade reluctantly moved his hand away from the Omega, which earned him a distressed whine.

“Give me a moment, little doe. I need to remove my belt and unzip my pants, but as soon as I am done, I promise to make you feel good again.” He murmured as he scrambled to unbuckle and pull his cock out of the tight pants he wore. He was happy the suit wasn’t a one-piece and that he would not need to actually remove anything. While he knew that the Omega would be too far gone to really care about his appearance during the heat, that did not mean he wanted his little doe to have nightmares later on about this. Best to keep as much on as he could manage.

As soon as he had freed his cock he pulled the Omega flush against him, back to chest and rubbed his cock up and down between the Omegas cheeks, catching the tip on the rim once or twice.

“Oh god please!” the Omega begged, trying to push back against him, making his cockhead catch on the rim once again, making both of them groan. Without further ado, he pushed into that tight, wet heat, seating himself almost all the way in one thrust. The Omega lets out a series of surprised-sounding ‘ ah-ahs’ while shaking in his arms.

“Fuck you feel good. Fit around my cock like a glove. Like you were made just for me.” Wade said with a groan before starting to move slowly. The Omega's body responded to him beautifully, shuddering in pleasure with every thrust Wade made. The soft breathy sounds of pleasure were slowly starting to get replaced by much louder and filthier sounding moans as Wade continued to fuck into him. Eventually, due to the position they were in, Wade had to take hold of the Omega by their hips and physically pull them downwards with every thrust, fucking into him with hard slaps. He could just flip the Omega on their stomach and mount them, but this felt more intimate, and it’s not like it was all that tiring for Wade. Besides, they would have time to try out just about every other position later on.

Wade could feel his knot building with every thrust until eventually it finally locked inside the Omega, making them come with a full-body shudder and a loud moan. This was enough to send Wade over the edge, as he buried his face in the Omega's neck and spilled inside of them. The urge to bite and claim the little Omega in his arms was almost unbearable. Wade was thankful for the mask covering his face, making it impossible to accidentally bite down.

“Perfect little Omega, just for me,” Wade muttered while hugging Peter to his chest, still riding out his orgasm. The Omega moaned in response, trying to rock back on his knot while squeezing down on it. “Fuck that feels good. Almost like your body is trying to milk my cock. Don’t worry, I am going to fill you up real good. Mount you, breed you full of my cum and knot you up over and over again until you are almost bursting with it.”

The Omega let out another loud moan at that, almost desperately rocking back on his knot, so Wade took hold of his hips again before forcefully pulling him downwards while pushing his knot as deep as he could. This was enough to make the Omega come again with a blissed out sounding gasp that quickly morphed into a breathy moan.

“I’ll take such good care of you, little Omega. Keep you stuffed full of my cock and cum the whole time. Make you feel so good you will never want another Alpha in your life.” Wade knew he was rambling nonsense at this point, but he could not help it. He had always been vocal during sex, and the Omegas' hormones were messing with his ability to keep his mouth shut. Fortunately, judging by the breathy moan that followed his words, the Omega seemed to like his filthy mouth.

It took about thirty minutes for Wade's knot to start going down, which almost instantly caused the Omega in his arms to let out a whine and start squirming again. Male Omega ruts were notoriously hard for Alphas to keep up with, seeing as even when in a rut, it was hard to satisfy them. Usually, this meant the use of toys or even the Alpha having to leave the room the Omega was in to get some sleep before returning again.

Even without being able to enter a rut, Wade would have no issues keeping up with his needy little Omega. Due to his mutation, he no longer had a refractory period, and his stamina was better than ever before. If anything, he was better suited for this than an Alpha in rut, seeing as he would be able to give the Omega everything they needed while still keeping a clear enough head to remember to feed and make the Omega drink enough fluids.

This meant that Wade didn’t even start to go soft before he flipped the Omega on their stomach, pulling them up on their knees and fucking back into them again. The Omega instantly arched their back, presenting themselves to Wade while clutching a pillow as he fucked into that sweet ass. The view was something straight out of Wade's filthiest fantasies.

“Fucking perfect for me. Perfect little wet hole to breed. Going to knot you up so many times you will feel empty without one for the rest of your life.” Wade said as he mercilessly fucked the sweet little Omega underneath him. It did not take him long at all to pop his second knot, locking himself snugly in the Omega again. The Omega once again came on his knot with beautifully sounding breathy moans and full body shudders. Wade could spot a small puddle of drool on the pillow where Peter's head lay. He reached forward and pushed two fingers into the Omega's open mouth and watched as Peter instantly started to lazily suck on them.

"So perfect for me," Wade whispered, staring at the sight in front of him in wonder. How on earth had he gotten this lucky?

Wade didn’t let Peter off of his cock for the next three days, having him sit on Wades knot while feeding him, cleaning him and bathing him. Peter was much more agreeable right after having been knotted, so that is usually when Wade tried to get him to eat or drink, and overall, he thought it went pretty well.

By the end of it, the Omega's belly was slightly swelling, which made Wade's filthy mind fill with pride. Breeding an Omega so full of cum that their belly showed it was only something you heard of in fantasies as it was not physically possible for an Alpha to produce that much cum. Any Alpha except Wade, that is. He couldn't help but run a hand gently over the swell of Peter's stomach, admiring it.

By the morning of the third day, Wade could no longer smell the sweet scent of heat. Reluctantly, he finally pulled his still hard cock out of the sleeping Omega, who let out a breathy whine at the movement but did not wake. The cum instantly started leaking out of the Omegas lax body and Wade could not help but feel both satisfied and sad at the sight. He wished he had a plug he could use on the Omega, but seeing as the heat was over, it would probably have been inappropriate anyway. Still, the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of the Omegas abused hole held his attention for a good few minutes.

He then looked at the time, realizing that the ship would be docking back in New York in about an hour, and started to try to figure out a game plan. Knowing what he knew now, he decided that the best course of action would be to notify the authorities of what was going on onboard this ship. Peter was probably not the only Omega here, and Wade had been too busy to conduct any sort of cleaning himself. An anonymous tip should do the trick.

His eyes landed on a small wrapped package, suddenly reminding him of the collar he had bought on impulse. Wade knew it was inappropriate to give an Omega you barely knew a collar, but he couldn’t resist picking up the package and laying it on the pillow next to the sleeping Omega. The Omega—Peter would most likely throw it away, but seeing as Wade was not planning on sticking around, he could still dream that the Omega would keep it. If nothing else, then as a memory of a good time.

With one last forlorn glance at the sleeping Omega—Peter, and Wade quietly exited the cabin and went to make the call. Perhaps their paths would cross again in the future, but Wade was not holding out any hope of that happening.

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It had been a bit over two years since Peter's first heat. A bit over two years since he essentially got kidnapped, trapped on a boat, and had to spend his first heat with a stranger. A bit over two years since he last saw that strange but kind Alpha, and he had turned eighteen about two months ago.

His life after the ship incident had been hectic, to say the least. Somehow, the authorities had gotten wind of an illegal Omega trafficking ring being run on the cruise ship, and it had been completely swarmed with cops as soon as it docked. Peter had managed to get away without being caught up in the commotion, but ended up confessing to May that he, too, had been kidnapped on that ship. There was really no other explanation he could possibly give, considering that he had gone missing for several days.

May had, in turn, dragged him to the police station, where he had given a slightly modified testimony to an officer. He mainly kept the story the same: he cut through the shipyard to get home quicker, got drugged, and woke up on the ship. He described getting out of the binds he was in and wandering off on the ship, before finding an empty cabin room with an open door and hiding away there until they docked. He left out the part about his first heat and the Alpha he spent it with. There was no way he wanted anyone to know that had happened.

He had later on confessed the heat to May, while still leaving out the part of having spent it with an Alpha. He had to do it as he needed her permission to get suppressants. May had obviously been upset that he’d had to go through something like a first heat all alone on a ship after being kidnapped, but was happy he had managed to avoid sexual assault despite the situation. She had been incredibly worried and paranoid for months after that incident, making it really hard for Peter to get out and do his extracurricular activities.

While slightly surprised at how early his heat had come, the doctor explained that it was not that uncommon. Peter had only been a month away from turning seventeen, and considering the stressful situation, it was quite normal to have a heat be triggered. The doctor had then prescribed Peter some suppressants while also handing him several brochures with information on Omegas, and one that was even specifically about male Omegas. One of the procures even had a list of sex toys recommended, which had made Peter sprout a full body blush.

Peter was sitting in the university library, looking down at his textbook while lost in thought. He let out a sigh, only to feel someone slap his shoulder. Startled out of his thoughts, he looked over, only to see MJ glaring at him.

“We are supposed to be studying, while you are once again mooning over your mysterious Alpha.” She said in a low voice, seeing as they were sitting in the library right now, studying.

“What? I wasn’t thinking about him.” Peter protested only to hear MJ snort.

“You always fiddle with that thing when you think of him, so don’t even start with me. You have a test on Monday, and I have one on Tuesday, so we really need to actually do some studying today, Peter.”

As soon as MJ pointed it out, Peter realized that he had been toying with the bullet on the collar he was wearing. He'd found it in a small box on a pillow next to him once he woke up to an empty cabin with the Alpha nowhere to be found.

After all these years, Peter still cherished and wore the collar every day. Whenever someone close to him had asked him about it, he just told them it made him feel safe and left alone by the Alphas, but in reality, he liked the reminder. He couldn’t help but daydream about the Alpha even after all this time, hoping to accidentally run into him and show him that Peter was still wearing his collar.

He knew it was stupid to even hope something like that would happen, so he told himself he would remove the collar once he was actually ready for a relationship. Until then, he was happy enough to fantasize about the big Alpha, Wade, finding him and claiming him for real this time.

After the incident, Peter drifted for a while, not knowing what to do with himself. Despite their brief time together, he couldn’t help but miss the Alpha. He had a hard time sleeping for months after coming back home, always reaching for someone else in his bed, only to find that he was alone.  Ned, who was a Beta, tried to help him and keep him company, but it was hard for Peter to talk about any of the new feelings and changes he was going through with him. In the end, it was MJ who came to his rescue.

After realizing Peter was an Omega, Michelle took him under her wing. He was still hanging out with Ned regularly, as they shared many common interests, but when it came to his Omega instincts or anything related to that side of him, he always turned to MJ, who was also an Omega.

In their society, female Omegas were highly valued while male Omegas were considered a mistake by nature. A little evolutionary oopsie if you will. It didn’t help that male Omegas were infertile and extremely rare. Only about one in a hundred Omegas were male, and they were often fetishized due to that. The stronger scents and sex drive of male Omegas did not help in the slightest, and Peter had found himself in many uncomfortable situations due to his second gender. Fortunately, wearing the collar helped a lot with that, as it was seen as a claim, and most Alphas respected it enough to back off.

While male Omegas were considered a rare prize to catch fuck and release, female Omegas were considered a prize to keep. For a while, this had made Peter extremely envious of MJ and any other female Omega, feeling inferior to them. This only lasted until MJ pointed out how lucky he really was with his role in life.

While female omegas were considered a prize, they were also expected to be housewives, staying home to take care of the children. This affected their prospects for work and education quite heavily, as they were often discriminated against. It was not voiced loudly, but most people figured giving a female Omega an education or a high-paying job was a waste, as they would leave in a few years anyway to start a family.

In contrast, male Omegas were treated almost like betas when it came to the same aspects of life. As male Omegas were infertile, they were not expected to start any families, and as long as they took suppressants, their hormones did not really affect the people around them. Therefore, Peter had the freedom to apply to any college of his choice and not be met with discrimination during the application process.

MJ only managed to get into the university due to her long social media campaign, which she worked on throughout high school. The school ended up admitting her just for the good press it would generate, something MJ never stopped complaining about. While Peter chose Biochemistry, MJ chose Journalism, although she had aspirations of getting into the law program at a later point. Peter really admired MJ and her endless determination to break out of her stereotype and achieve something great.

MJ was also the one who had gotten them both jobs at a company that lends out bartenders to different venues. This mainly meant that they ended up bartending at a bunch of raves across New York, with the occasional normal bar mixed in during weekdays. It paid pretty well and worked well with Peter’s unusual schedule, so he was very thankful to MJ for finding those jobs.

Ned had gotten into Caltech and had, therefore, moved to the other side of the country. They still had frequent online sessions where they played games together, but it had now been almost a whole year since Peter last saw Ned face to face. He really missed his friend, as while MJ was great, she didn’t share a lot of interests with Peter.

Peter’s other extracurricular activities had also evolved over time. He was now known as Spiderman and had an actual suit and everything. This meant that he spent most nights not working, fighting crime as his alter ego. Being Spiderman felt freeing, seeing as everyone just thought that he was a Beta, no one tried to objectify or sexualize him. He could easily talk back and take on an Alpha head-on without issues. The suit had ended up being blue and red, having taken some small inspiration from the Alpha, although he had used a brighter shade of red than what he remembered from Wade's suit.

After much pestering from a curious MJ, Peter finally described his first heat to her, only to be met with utter disbelief. Apparently, it should be physically impossible for an Alpha to do what Peter remembered from his first heat, as they were physically not capable of fucking for three days straight. Not even a rutting Alpha was able to keep going for longer than a few hours at a time.

MJ had suggested that he had most likely blacked out during the periods where the Alpha rested, and he had reluctantly conceded, even if he did not believe it himself. He remembered most of it quite clearly and could not remember even a moment during those three days when he was not filled up, but it was easier to just agree with MJ than argue. Besides, it did not really matter to him if she believed it or not.

After reading more about heats and how they usually went, he understood MJ’s reluctance to believe him, but he knew what he remembered. If anything, this new knowledge made him idolize the Alpha even more and spun some pretty wild fantasies in his mind. 

This, in turn, made him wonder if Wade was kind of like him, having special abilities and such. He had worn a costume that looked very different from everyone else on the ship. Maybe he had been there to investigate the Omega trafficking and ended up keeping Peter company instead?

Giving out another sigh, he forced himself to stop fiddling with the collar and concentrate on his work again. MJ was right; they really needed to study, and Peter did not have the time to daydream right now.

***

It was a Saturday evening, and Peter and MJ were once again sent out to bartend at a local rave hosted in some empty warehouse. Peter had gotten into the habit of wearing a small pair of earplugs in his ears just to tune out some of the loud noise. He had created them himself, specifically for this purpose, seeing as his hearing was so sensitive. He could still hear the people who talked to him through the blockers, and they were small enough that no one noticed he wore them.

He still wore the collar even at work, but lately, he had started to consider maybe leaving it at home. MJ, who did not wear a collar, ended up receiving significantly higher tips during work, and while Peter would usually not care about this, money was looking tight. While he was on a scholarship courtesy of Stark Industries, he and MJ shared a small flat in an apartment complex made specifically for Omegas, and it was expensive.

While he could move back in with May, he really didn’t want to do that. There had been an Alpha that had ended up breaking into their apartment about a year ago. While Peter had not gotten hurt in the confrontation, May had ended up with a split lip and a black eye. This was why Peter moved out and into an Omega complex in the first place, despite Mays' protests. It was just safer for everyone.

Peter was just serving drinks to some drunk college students when he spotted a hint of dark red from the corner of his eye. Before he could look closer, his attention was immediately pulled away by a very loud and demanding Alpha in front of him. By the time he had finally managed to serve and get rid of said Alpha, he could no longer spot any red in the crowd. He shook it off as a trick of the lights, although he could not help the clenching in his gut. That particular shade of red always made him pay attention, and his stomach flutter, even if it was never the person he was hoping for.

Throughout the rest of the evening, he could not help but feel like someone was watching him. It wasn’t the spider sense tingling, so he couldn’t really place why he felt like he was being watched, and did his best to brush the feeling aside. Some Alpha might be staring at him from the crowd, but he would make sure not to engage with any of them. And if any of them got too hands-on, it’s not like he was defenseless or anything. A good kick in the balls often did the trick, something MJ had taught him.

It was almost six in the morning when the party finally ended and the warehouse emptied out. Peter and MJ had both spent a good hour cleaning up the bar area and packing away the leftover bottles of alcohol and tools before Peter finally sent MJ home. She had a test coming up this afternoon and needed to sleep while Peter had nothing happening today. Fortunately, they were only responsible for the bar area, and some cleaning company would clean up the rest of the place, so Peter didn’t have too much left to do.

He was just taking out the last of the trash in the back alleyway when he was suddenly pushed up against the wall by something big and solid. Someone big and solid. Peter was taken completely off guard, seeing as his spider sense had not gone off once, as he felt a hand clamp down on his mouth. A red-gloved hand that looked awfully familiar.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here. A little Omega with my name on them.” A very familiar husky voice greeted him, and Peter couldn’t help the whole body shiver that wracked through his frame. He would never forget that uniquely husky and gravelly voice of the Alpha and thus recognized it instantly. The Alpha behind him used his whole body to pin Peter against the wall while another hand snuck around his body to come to rest at the collar.

“Here I thought I would be long forgotten by now, Bambi, but after all these years, I find you still wearing my collar. Do you have any idea what the sight of this does to me? What kind of ideas is it giving me?” The man asked before making sure Peter knew exactly what it did to the Alpha by grinding the very obvious bulge up against Peters ass. He couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan, instantly feeling the slick starting to drip out of him at the feeling of the Alphas cock up against his ass.

If this had been any other Alpha in the world, Peter would have already knocked them on their ass but seeing as this was his Alpha, he instead went virtually limp and pliant. Peter almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was not dreaming and that Wade was actually here. The Alpha's hand stopped tugging on his collar, only to wrap possessively around his throat, just resting there like a statement.

“I almost could not believe what I was seeing when I first spotted you, Bambi. Watched you all evening, serving drinks and chatting with that little friend of yours. All while having my collar with my name around your neck.” Wade said while grinding up against Peters ass.

He let out a needy whine while pushing his ass back against the Alpha. He would have begged, but couldn’t with the Alpha's hand still covering his mouth.

“Fuck you sound just as good as I remember.” The Alpha responded with a growl and finally removed the hand from his mouth, only to slide it down to the front of his way-too-tight pants. Wade proceeded to cup him through his pants, giving him a gentle squeeze before popping the button open.

The Alphas' movements were slow and careful, almost as if to give Peter the chance to back out if he wanted to, but there was no way he would back out now. He wanted the Alpha to pull down his pants and fuck him up against the wall right now. He hadn’t had any sex since his first heat, and he was feeling almost delirious with how much he needed it right now.

“Please.” He begged the Alpha and widened his stance while arching his back, doing his best to present in this position. He heard a muffled “Fuck!” from behind him as the Alpha sped up his efforts to open his zipper and pull down his pants, exposing him to the cold night air. The hand then left, making him let out a disappointed whine, only to hear a belt being undone from behind him.

“Shh… none of that now. Give me a moment, and I will give you anything you want, baby boy. Fuck you smell like heaven.” The Alpha said while fumbling with something behind him. A moment later he felt a big hard cock slide up between his ass cheeks, catching on his rim only to slide past it and coming to rest at his tailbone. Peter let out a breathy moan and arched his back even further in hopes that it would entice the Alpha to fuck him already. Fortunately for Peter it worked and a moment later he felt the cock slide down to his entrance and push in. It was big, bigger than Peter remembered it being, and definitely bigger than his toys, but the stretch of it felt so good.

Peter could hear himself making small, breathy noises as the Alpha slowly bottomed out, letting out a filthy groan.

“Just as good as I remember it. Better than I remember it. You feel like a dream wrapped around my cock little Omega.” The Alpha muttered as he started to slowly fuck into him, before quickly picking up pace. One of the Alpha's arms was still resting around his throat, while the other one was clutching his hip. Peter was pretty sure that without his ability to cling to the wall, he would have fallen into a heap on the ground, seeing as his legs could barely support him right now.

“Going to fill you up with my cum, make you smell like mine again. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” The Alpha asks. By now, the Alpha is slamming into Peter with every hard thrust, and he only barely understands that the Alpha asked him a question.

“Yes. Please…” He pleads, wanting nothing more than for the Alpha to knot him right here in the alleyway and fill him up with cum. Last time it had taken days before he stopped dripping cum from his ass and while he knew that would not be possible this time around he still wanted to smell like his Alpha.

He was practically being held down in this specific position by the Alpha while getting fucked and he could not help but love the feeling of being used like this. He couldn’t move even if he wanted, and all he could do was take what he was given. Get bred and knotted up against an alley wall by an Alpha whose face he hadn’t even seen. Peter had never been more turned on in his life, and he could feel his orgasm approaching fast.

He could also feel the Alpha's knot starting to catch on his rim with every thrust and knew the Alpha was close as well. The thought of being knotted again by his Alpha after so long was more than enough to finally push Peter over the edge, making him cum all over the alleyway wall. As he did, his body clenched down on the Alphas cock making the man let out a string of curses.

Peter let out a distressed whine as he felt the Alpha pull back his cock just enough for the still forming knot to slip out. He stilled a moment later, releasing inside Peter. He could feel the knot forming right up against his hole and tried to unsuccessfully rock back on it.

“Sorry, little one. It’s really not a good idea to knot you up right now, seeing as we would be stuck here for a while afterwards.” Wade grunted out, his voice sounding strained and out of breath. Eventually, he pulled out of Peter only to shove his gloved fingers past Peter's rim instead.

“So fucking perfect for me.” The man whispered as he spread the fingers apart and Peter suddenly realized that the Alpha was stretching his hole around their fingers, watching the cum seep out of him. The shame that washed over him was only overshadowed by the arousal that followed. Something about the act was turning Peter on to the point where he was almost ready to go again.

“Wish I had a plug so I could plug you up right now and keep you full of my cum.” The Alpha muttered, still stretching his hole around the fingers before finally pulling them out. A moment later, Peter was pulled back from the wall, so he was instead leaning back against the Alpha's chest, and the cum covered, gloved fingers were brought up to his mouth, while the other hand still rested against his neck.

It took Peter a moment to realize that the Alpha wanted him to take the fingers into his mouth and couldn’t help but flush with both shame and want as he hesitantly opened his mouth. The gloved fingers slid over his lips, smearing cum over them before slipping in and coming to rest on his tongue. Peter hesitantly moved his tongue across the fingers and let out a moan at the taste of both his slick and Wades cum mixed together. It was hard to describe the taste of them mixed together but it did not taste bad at all and Peter happily sucked on the gloved fingers until they were clean.

“Good boy. So good for me.” The Alpha whispered in his ear, making him let out another needy whine. He then felt both hands move down his body and pull up his pants. Shakily, he took hold of the pants and started to button and zip them up, only to realize that the Alpha had backed away from him.

Startled, he turned around only to find that the place where the Alpha had been just a moment before was now empty. He couldn’t help the distressed noise that escaped him as he frantically looked around, doing his best to use his enhanced senses to see where the Alpha could have disappeared off to, only to find everything around him completely silent. There was no possible way the Alpha should have been able to get far enough away for Peter not to hear him, but no matter how hard he concentrated, he could not hear anyone. The only thing he could hear was the rats skittering about in the gutters of the warehouse.

He was so out of it that when he finally made it home and was met with a sleepy MJ checking in on him, he did not even realize what he must have smelled like.

“Oh my god, Peter! What happened?” MJ asked him, looking at him with a shocked expression. For a moment, Peter wondered if his face was really that easy to read before he realized what MJ must be smelling.

“It’s not what it looks like! ...or smells like I suppose.” He exclaimed, only to be met with a perplexed look from MJ.

“What do you mean it’s not what it looks like? You smell like sex and Alpha. What happened?”

Peter let out a tired sigh and cuddled up to MJ on the couch before telling her about the evening he’d had.

“So you mean to tell me that this knot head fucked you, for the second time and disappeared again?!” She was obviously furious as she asked this, and Peter just responded with a sad nod.

“Is there something wrong with me?” He could not hold back the tears in his eyes at the question. Losing the Alpha the first time had been hard enough, but a second time? He could not help but think it was due to him being a male Omega.

“Of course not! Never ever let some shitty Alpha make you think that. He just took advantage of you and does not deserve any of your feelings. Now you can finally forget about him and move on.” MJ told him, and while he verbally agreed, he was not so sure he could manage to get his heart to agree. He could not help but hope that the Alpha would find him again in the future.

***

Wade had just returned from a long job when he stumbled upon the rave and decided to go in on a whim. It had been a long while since he had visited these kinds of places, but for some reason, he felt like getting a drink and enjoying some techno music tonight, so he entered the loud establishment. No one batted an eye at his outfit, as everyone was dressed in all sorts of odd outfits.

He was just about to order a drink when one of the bartenders caught his eye. Wade’s first thought was that the man was exactly his type, being quite a bit shorter than Wade, slim build, gorgeous eyes, and the sweetest smile he had ever seen. His face is what really caught Wade's eyes, though. It took him a moment to realize that the absolutely gorgeous man he was almost drooling over was a rare male Omega to boot. Only then did he finally notice a collar around the man's neck and felt a pang of disappointment.

Wade wasn’t even sure why he would feel any disappointment, considering that he had no chance either way, what with him being the way he was. Waiting in line to get a drink, he could not help but throw the Omega another forlorn look when something about the collar caught his eye. The charm attached to it looked an awful lot like a bullet.

There was no way…

He made a snap decision to back out of the line right then and blend into the crowd. There was no way this was who he hoped it was, but Wade would be sure to figure it out before the evening was over. He kept his eye on the slip of a man for the rest of the evening, trying to match him up with the Omega he remembered from two years ago, and could not find anything to dispute the desperate idea that had taken hold. Could this really be the Omega he had spent a heat with a few years ago?

Was it really possible that the Omega would have not only have accepted the collar as a gift but would still now be wearing it? There was just no way it was even a possibility.

Turned out it really was a possibility and Wade finally managed to confirm it when the Omega walked past where he was sitting, on their way to the bathroom. He had taken out his phone when he saw the Omega approaching and aimed the camera towards the Omega's collar. It was one of those Stark Teck phones, so even in the dim lighting of the rave, it managed to capture a high enough quality picture for Wade to truly confirm that yes… this was the collar he had purchased with the bullet he had carved.

Wade almost got up to follow the Omega into the bathroom until he realized that would be incredibly creepy. Of course, then he ended up doing something even creepier, like pushing the Omega up against the alley wall as soon as he caught the man's scent. 

If he had any doubts before, they were completely wiped away once he scented the Omega. Before he even realized it, he was crowding the poor Omega up against the wall, having momentarily lost control of his instincts. Instead of the expected sour smell of an Omega in distress, he received a reaction he hadn’t even dreamed about. It escalated quickly from there.

Wade knew that he could not stick around afterwards and had, in a panic, used his teleporter to get away. He knew what he did was incredibly shitty and that he should have at least stuck around to said goodbye and perhaps even give some sort of an explanation. Instead, he had undoubtedly hurt the Omega with his disappearance right after taking all sorts of liberties with his body, and Deadpool had never felt more ashamed of himself than he did right then. However, after what had happened with Vanessa, Wade could no longer justify getting close to another Omega, as it was just too dangerous to be around him anymore.

Besides, it’s not like the Omega would want to stick around after the face reveal or the realization of exactly who Deadpool really was. Better to keep it as a fantasy and for Deadpool to stay away from the temptation called Peter. It would only end up in disaster, and the little Omega deserved someone much better than a worn-out mercenary with a list of mental issues longer than a CVS receipt.

Too bad Wade was not known for his self-restraint.

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For the next week, Peter could not help but feel down despite how much MJ tried to distract him or tell him the Alpha was not worth it. MJ didn’t understand what it felt like as she had never even dated anyone before and could not even fathom why someone would pine like Peter did. To her, it just seemed like a waste of energy. Unfortunately, the heart wants what it wants, and Peters was set on the Alpha he had lost his virginity to and who had miraculously reappeared in his life more than two years later, only to disappear again.

He could not help but fantasize about the Alpha, Wade, finding him again, apologizing for disappearing, and asking to make it right. He knew it was stupid of him and that he should take MJs advice and just move on but it was so damn hard to let go of that fantasy. Despite MJ's best efforts, he still refused to take off the collar, citing that it was still useful to keep other Alphas away. In the end, MJ had ended up buying him a new collar and throwing it at him, only to give him a disappointed look when he still refused to take the original off.

It was about a week after that night when Peter came home to a box that had been delivered in his name. It was wrapped in Pokémon wrapping paper and had a small heart-shaped card attached to it, saying, ‘The one you have around your neck looked worn out. I hope these make a good replacement.’

With a racing heart, he had torn open the package only to find a very fancy-looking box staring back at him. Opening it further, he found two gorgeous collars inside it. One of them looked very delicate and like it was made of some sort of silky material with lacework woven into it, while the other one looked to be equally well crafted but sturdier and more comfortable. The lacework one was white, while the sturdier one was black, and neither had tags attached to them. When he bent down to sniff them, he was disappointed to note that they held no scent.

Peter was quite torn on what to make of the gift. He could not help but hope that they were from his Alpha, but the card held no signature, and the collars held no scent, so there was no way to confirm or deny it. He sat them on his desk while doing homework and later on his chores while periodically coming to a stop at said table to contemplate the collars. In the end, he decided that he would not wear them, seeing as he did not actually know who had sent them, but he also decided not to throw them away and instead stuffed them in his closet.

Another week went by, and he had almost forgotten about the collars when he was suddenly pulled into an alleyway on his way back from school. The only thing that saved Wade from a concussion was Peter catching his scent in time and his spidey sense not activating.

The Alpha once again crowded him up against the wall, only this time Peter was facing him. Wade instantly started to scent his neck, and he instinctively bared it further before realizing that he should be angry at the Alpha.

“What are you doing?” he asked, trying to sound stern, but his voice came out breathless instead.

“Why aren’t you wearing the collars that I sent you?” Wade asked instead of answering his questions.

“I didn’t know who they were from.” Peter couldn’t help the hope that sprang up in his chest at the confession that the collars were from Wade. Did this mean he still wanted Peter? “Why did you send them to me?”

“Your old one looked like it was getting uncomfortable, Bambi,” Wade replied while continuing to scent Peter. Peter could not help but be even more confused by Wade's reply, but welcomed his affection. He felt almost starved for touch, Wade's touch, and it felt amazing to be scented by the Alpha.

“Why did you leave after the last time? Did I do something wrong?” He couldn’t help but ask, voice wavering.

“Fuck no! Never ever think that you did anything wrong, little one. You are absolute perfection and never let any Alpha make you feel like you are anything less than.” Wade replied instantly with an intensity that startled Peter.

“Then why?” He asked in a sad whisper.

“Oh, Bambi. Darling little perfect little Omega. I am way too old and broken for someone like you, and you should run as far away from me as possible.” Wade’s reply did nothing but confuse Peter even further. Wade let out a heavy sigh at seeing his confused expression. “Darling, I am over thirty years old, with more baggage than you could possibly imagine, and under this suit? Well, it’s better you never find out what I look like underneath all this. You deserve so much better than me.”

So Wade was just planning on disappearing again after all this? The painful clench of his heart was enough to push him to tears as he whispered his next question. “Then why are you here?”

He felt one of Wade's hands come up to his face, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his cheek. “Despite all the reasons to stay away, I am too weak to do so. I couldn’t even last a week before giving in and sending you that package, and even then, I couldn’t stay away. You are so damned perfect it hurts to look at you and I just don’t have the self-control to stay away. Not without hearing you reject me out loud. Tell me to leave, and you will never have to look at me again. I swear.”

The obvious pain and sadness in the Alpha's voice were breaking Peter's heart. Wade had obviously gone through a lot to be hurting this much, and all Peter wanted was to make it better somehow. He brought his arms up between them, feeling Wade tense as if expecting to be pushed away, before sliding them further up and around the Alpha's neck. The Alpha was still frozen, although he could tell it was no longer in fear but in confusion, as Peter pulled the Alpha down towards him and laid a kiss on the man's masked mouth.

“I don’t want you to leave.” He murmured against the Alpha's clothed mouth.

“Fuck Bambi you can’t say things like that or you will never be able to get rid of me.” The Alpha whined while pushing Peter further up against the wall.

“I don’t want to get rid of you. I want you to stay, have wanted you since my first heat.” He replied while trying to pull the Alpha down for another kiss. However, right before their mouths met, the Alpha suddenly tensed before straightening up and looking down at him with wide eyes. At least the eyes on his mask look bigger than usual to Peter. He can’t help but wonder how they work.

“What do you mean by first heat?” Wade asked, suddenly making Peter realize his mistake.

“I meant our first heat.” He quickly replied, trying to correct his mistake, but even he could tell he sounded unsure and shaky.

“Bambi… Exactly how old are you?” Wade asked while putting a small bit of distance between them, and Peter felt a wave of panic roll over him.

“Please don’t leave, " he pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes again. He hadn’t cried this much since the ship incident, but Wade just kept bringing it out of him.

“Nonono don’t cry Bambi. I am not going anywhere! Staying right here where you can see me, okay?” Wade quickly reassured him while bending down slightly so they were at eye level. Instead of replying, Peter fished out his phone from his back pocket, handing it to Wade expectantly. The Alpha hesitated for a moment, but seeing the look on Peter's face, he quickly caved.

“Thank you, Alpha,” Peter told him once he received his phone back. He was genuinely happy that he finally had a way to contact Wade.

“Jesus, Bambi, don’t thank me for a phone number. If anything, you should be kicking me in the nuts right now for everything that has happened so far. I am literally the worst choice you could possibly make, and you should be running the other way instead of thanking me.” Wade sounded frustrated and sad, but Peter could not help but be happy about this turn of events. He finally had a way to contact the Alpha and also got confirmation that the Alpha liked him back.

So Peter couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on his face as he put away the phone and wrapped his arms around Wade's neck again. He pulled the Alpha down and nuzzled his clothed neck to scent him.

“Darling, if you keep doing that, this meeting of ours will very quickly turn X-rated again, and as much as I would love for it to do so, you deserve so much better than an alleyway,” Wade murmured but his hands were moving all over Peter, drenching him in the Alphas scent. They stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other’s presence, until a loud honking car passed them by, startling them and reminding them of where they were.

“You should head home, Peter.” The Alpha said as he pulled away from Peter. While Peter was reluctant to let go of his Alpha so soon, he knew that Wade was right and he needed to get home. It was getting dark outside, and while he had no work today, he needed to make his rounds as Spider-Man.

“You’ll answer when I call or text you?” He asked hesitantly while looking at the Alpha.

“Always,” Wade replied without hesitation, which soothed Peter's nerves sufficiently so that he could let go of the Alpha without any embarrassing noises. He gave Wade one last kiss on the mask before leaving the alleyway. He took a left and started making his way towards home, but couldn’t help but turn to look backwards, only to see Wade casually leaning against the corner of the alleyway, watching Peter leave. He gave Wade an awkward wave and received an enthusiastic one back before turning around and walking all the way home.

MJ was already waiting for him when he got back in their shared apartment and instantly noticed the smell clinging to Peter, as the scent of an Alpha was usually quite strong. Alphas didn’t have to use any suppressants or hide their scent, so it was always very obvious when they were around or when they had scented someone.

“You can’t be serious? He’s back?” She asked, obviously not amused by this turn of events.

“I know what you are going to say, MJ, but I can’t just let this one go. He has been it for me since I was sixteen, and I need to see this through to the end, or I will never forgive myself.” He replied, hoping to make MJ understand.

She gave him another unamused look before sighing. “It’s your life, and you can do what you want with it. Just don’t expect me to hug you while you reek like that. I really hope this doesn’t end badly for you, Peter.”

Peter let out a relieved breath as he really hated fighting with MJ. “Yeah, no worries, I will go change my clothes and come back out okay?”

“You better! I want to know everything, " she replied before waving him off to change.

Walking into his bedroom, Peter quickly started to change out of his clothes, but instead of throwing them in his hamper, he stuffed them in his nest on the bed. They were the only clothing he had that smelled like his Alpha, and he was unwilling to part with them for anything. As he walked back to his closet to pick out some PJs to wear, his eyes fell on the box with the collars in it. Now that he knew who they were from, he had no reason not to wear them, as Wade had been correct, and his current one was on its last leg.

Gently, he picked up the box, opened it, and stared at the two collars before running a finger over them. They were both truly gorgeous, and Peter wanted nothing more than to try them out, so he did. He decided to try the lacework collar first, and after putting it on, he stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself in the new collar. It fit him perfectly, was incredibly comfortable, and made his neck look really pretty.

Suddenly, he got an idea as he scrambled for his phone, which he had thrown on the bed earlier. He gently unclipped the bullet from his first collar and attached it to the new one before snapping a few pictures in different positions and lighting. He then did the same with the other collar before picking out two pictures he liked the most and quickly sent them both to Wade before he chickened out.

He couldn’t help but blush when he realized that in his haste to take and send the pictures, he had forgotten to put on a shirt, which was very obvious in the pictures. While he had no breasts and technically the picture was not too provocative, it still made him embarrassed to have shown this much skin in a picture. Instantly, his phone pinged in response.

DP: Fuck! You look absolutely delicious in your new collars.

DP: You look perfect in anything, Bambi, but I can’t help but love seeing my name on your neck.

DP: Feel free to send me more pictures like these any time!

Peter: Thank you, Alpha!

He was about to send another message when MJ’s loud voice startled him, “Did you fall asleep in there or what?”

“Sorry, I'm coming!” he yelled back, making his way into the living room. He was met with a pointed look and a question.

“I am guessing that is also from your mysterious Alpha?” She asked while pointing at his neck.

Peter sheepishly touched the new collar and nodded. “Yeah, he actually sent them a week ago, but I didn’t know it was from him, so I haven’t worn them until now.”

“This guy sounds like a creep,” MJ replied in a deadpan before patting the seat next to her. “Did he send you more than one collar?”

“Yeah… Here.” He handed her his phone while sitting down on the couch and showed her one of the pictures with the other collar.

“Did you send this to him?” she asked, pointing at the picture. Peter nodded while trying to keep the blush off his face.

“Well, I hope you received an enthusiastic reply at least.”

Before Peter could reply, the phone pinged again with a message, and he quickly snatched it back from MJ, hoping she had not seen the message. He was unsure what it would say, but he also couldn’t help but feel incredibly possessive over everything to do with the Alpha and did not want to share his messages right now.

“Is that him?” She asked.

He looked down at his phone, and it showed one new message from DP. “Yeah.”

“He better not pull that disappearing act again or I will find him and kick his ass.”

They ended up talking about the meeting he’d had with Wade, and Peter shared a lot more about his past with the man. While MJ knew the general gist of it, in the past, Peter had kept the specific memories close to heart, guarding them like treasures. Feeling like they might get questioned, trampled on, and cheapened if he shared them with anyone.

Despite not understanding Peter at all, MJ remained supportive, if slightly aggressive, towards the Alpha, and Peter was so happy to have her as a friend. While she obviously couldn’t understand what Peter was feeling or going through, she didn’t judge him, and she didn’t try to convince him to give up on the Alpha or make him feel bad about his decision.

They ended up cuddling on the couch while eating leftover food from last night and watching a TV show. Peter's phone pinged a few more times, and while he was burning to check it, he prioritized MJ for the moment, as he would have time to check his phone later.

He got a knowing look when he finally excused himself to his room, but he couldn’t bring himself to care because he had a burning need to see what Wade had texted him.

DP: Love it when you call me that, darling.

DP: Can’t get enough of you

DP: Completely addicted to your scent.

DP: Wish I had asked for a piece of your clothing to take with me

Instead of replying Peter decided to send another picture. He removed the shirt he had put on, got in his nest and positioned himself to lay on his back before snapping a picture. The only light source was the light on his bedside table and after a few tries he finally managed to capture a picture he was satisfied with. The collar and tag being proudly displayed on his outstretched neck.

DP: Now you are just not playing fair, Bambi.

DP: You can't send me a picture looking like that

DP: Nvm ignore my previous message!

DP: Keep sending me pictures like that

DP: Fuck you look gorgeous.

DP: I don’t deserve a pretty little Omega like you

Peter couldn’t help but feel fond at the rapid fire texts he was receiving. Usually he was the chatty one but Wade was proving himself to be more than a match for Peter.

Peter: Wish you were here.

DP: If I was there, I would mark you up real good

DP: Make sure everyone knew who you belonged to

Peter: Wish you had marked me today, Alpha

DP: Stupid of me not to.

DP: Should have just fucked you up against that wall

DP: Made you smell like mine

Peter let out a small moan at that. Letting one of his hand slide down his body and squeeze his cock. He was startled out of it by his phone suddenly ringing, and when he pulled it up to his face, he was surprised to see that Wade was calling him.

“Hello?”

“Fuck I love the sound of your voice Bambi. You still in that nest of yours?”

“Yeah…” Peter sighed. Now that he knew it was Wade who called him, he let his hand venture back down, and this time he pushed it into his pants, making skin-to-skin contact with his erection.

“Aw, Darlin, what 'cha doing over there? You are sounding awfully out of breath for someone just lying in their nest.” Wade’s teasing voice sounded over the phone, only spurring Peter on further. Instead of answering, he let out a needy whine and touched himself.

“I lovelovelove the little noises you keep making whenever we have fun. Are you having some fun with yourself right now, Bambi?”

“…Yes,” Peter whispered, his face flushed with shame and excitement. He had never done anything like this before, never been this daring. There was just something about Wade that made him feel daring, made him feel wanted and sexy.

“Damn darlin you are driving me insane. I wish I could be there to watch you. You would be so good for me, wouldn’t you, little Omega?”

“Yes… Please!” Peter let out a breathy moan, imagining for a moment that Wade was in the room, watching him.

“Hmm, you seem to like that idea, don’t you? I know where you live, so maybe one of these days I really will watch you touch yourself while wearing nothing more than my collar. Pretty little Omega putting on a show just for me.”

Peter quickly kicked the PJ pants off his legs to comply with the fantasy. He was now completely naked in his nest, only wearing the Alpha's collar.

“Tell me what you are doing right now, little one. Are you touching yourself?”

“…yes.” Peter could feel his face heat up in shame at the admission, but despite or maybe because of the shame, he was only getting increasingly turned on. He heard a deep groan in response, followed by some movement.

“Okay, Bambi. I want you to imagine that I am in your room with you, just watching.”

Peter let out a small gasp, followed by another needy whine.

“Be a good little Omega for me and present yourself to your Alpha,” Wade ordered, which sent a full-body shudder through Peter. He immediately got up on all fours before doing as told.

“Alpha, please.”

“Fuck you look gorgeous like that little one. All ready for me to claim. Do you have any toys nearby?”

It took Peter a moment to realize he had been asked a question and was expected to answer.

“Yes, " he replied, and at this point, he didn’t know if he could flush any harder. He must be beet red by now, and looking down on his chest, he could see the flush had progressed well beyond his face.

“You thinking of me when you use them?”

Peter nodded before realizing that Wade was not actually in the room and needed a verbal answer. “Yes… Always you.”

He heard another groan from the phone and some more shuffling around.

“Bambi, you are killing me! I need you to go get your favorite toy, darlin.”

Shakily, Peter leaned over the edge of his bed to pull out the box he had stashed underneath it. He didn’t have many toys, seeing as they were expensive, but he did have one in particular that he liked to use. It had a small knot at the base of it—nothing compared to the real deal, but the toys with inflatable knots were way out of Peter's budget anyway.

“Umm… I have it.” He shakily responded once he had fished the toy out.

“Good boy. I want you to get back on all fours and keep the toy close, alright?”

Peter quickly scrambled back into position before turning the phone on speaker mode. Hopefully MJ would have retired to her own room as otherwise she might end up hearing parts of the conversation if she were to walk past his room.

“Okay.” He said once he had settled into a comfortable enough position.

“You are absolutely perfect for me, Bambi. Slick your hand up and touch yourself for me, will you?”

He had no problems slicking his hand up, seeing as he was wet enough for it to be running down his legs and pooling on the fabric below. Usually, he would use a towel, but he was too turned on right now to even think about that.

He let out a small ah… as he wrapped his hand around his dick and started stroking it.

“Fuck such a pretty little Omega. Does that feel good, darlin?”

“Yes. Wade, please!” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for at this point. He just wanted more.

“I love hearing you beg. Right now, we are playing a little game, alright? I can’t touch you; I can only watch, and you are putting on a show for me. Now I want you to stop touching your pretty little cock for a moment and instead spread your cheeks for me. Show me exactly how much you want me, yeah?”

Peter let out another moan as he followed Wade's instructions and spread his cheeks, feeling the cool air hit his wet hole.

“So fucking pretty. I wish I could taste your right now. Bet you taste like a slice of heaven.” Wade was starting to sound slightly out of breath, but his voice didn’t waver for a moment.

“Alpha, please…” he whined.

“Needy little Omega. Can’t wait to see your tight little hole wrapped around my cock, around my knot. Right where you belong.”

Peter let out another needy whine. He would have liked nothing more than to have the Alpha behind him right now, mounting and knotting him.

“I need you to pick up the toy, darlin’, and rub it up and down your hole, but don’t press in quite yet,” Wade told him, and he let go of one of his cheeks to grab the toy.

“I’m right behind you, watching. I want you to tease yourself for me.”

Peter was breathing quite heavily by now, with the occasional slight noise escaping him while he did as instructed. He slid the toy up and down between his cheeks, getting it wet but not pushing in. He wanted nothing more than to push it in to the hilt and feel it stretch him open, but his need to be good for his Alpha was greater.

“Good boy. So good for me. I want you to slowly press the tip of the toy in but only the tip okay?”

Peter's whole body was shaking as he had to restrain himself from pushing the toy all the way in. Instead, he slowly let the tip stretch him open, a litany of small noises escaping him as he did so. It wasn’t enough, nowhere close to enough, but it still felt so good.

“The noises you make are fucking perfect little Omega. So fucking perfect for me. How are you doing, little one?”

He could hear some faint movement on Wades side and let out a loud moan as he imagined the Alpha fucking into his own fist while telling Peter what to do.

“Need more Alpha, please…”

“Fuck I bet you look perfect just like that. Teasing your pretty little hole with the toy, thinking of me. Push the toy all the way in, but don’t move it afterwards.”

Peter quickly complied, finally pushing the toy all the way in and filling him up like he wanted to.

“Such a good Omega, following your Alpha's instructions so well while making all those pretty little noises, just for me. I love how vocal you are.”

Peter let out a small whine, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by this. Was he making more noise than usual?

“I want you to start slowly moving the toy, okay? Keep holding yourself open for me with the other hand so I can see. I want to see how you fuck yourself when you are alone.”

Peter starts moving the toy in and out while imagining that Wade is right there watching him do this to himself. Watching the toy move in and out of his sopping wet hole, slick running down his thigh’s balls and cock. He usually never gets this wet outside of heats but he can already tell that he will need to change the sheets after this is over.

“Fuck darlin’ can you come like this? Only from having your pretty hole played with?”

“Yes.” He replied honestly. He was more than capable of coming from only the toy as long as he used the small knot correctly.

“I want you to do that for me. Fuck yourself with the toy until you come from just that.”

Having received permission, Peter finally sped up his movements, twisting the toy just right with every thrust to hit his prostate. He was vaguely aware of the noise he was making and almost turned his face to muffle them into a pillow before he remembered that his Alpha liked the noises.

“You look so pretty, so perfect. Can’t wait to fuck you again. Feel so amazing wrapped around my cock. Hot, wet, and made for me.”

“Please, Alpha.” He managed to whine out in response, feeling his orgasm approaching fast.

“Pretty Omega. Can’t wait to push you down, mount you, and knot you again. My Omega, made for me.” Wade rambled, voice sounding quite strained.

The talk about knotting was enough to push Peter over the edge as he spilled all over the sheets underneath him with a loud moan. Wade kept muttering filthy little things to him, most of which no longer made any sense, before Peter heard a low groan. Seeing as he could no longer hear any movement and only heard Wade's heavy breaths, he guessed that Wade had also come.

“Wish you had knotted me two weeks ago…” He surprised himself by muttering that. It was the truth, but he hadn’t meant to blurt it out.

“You’re killing me here, Bambi.” Wade groaned. “We would have been stuck in an alleyway for half an hour. Not exactly a good place to knot an Omega.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.” He muttered in response, sounding almost petulant. “Besides, it would have kept you from running away.”

“I am soo sorry about that sugar. That was an incredibly shitty thing of me to do. I promise I will make it up to you.”

“Just don’t do it again.” He mumbled before turning the phone off speaker mode and bringing it to his ear. He really hoped MJ had gone to sleep and hadn’t heard any of this.

“Darlin’, I’ll stick along as long as you want me.” There was something sad about the way Wade said that. As if he didn’t think Peter would want him around for long, and it made him sad in turn. He wished Wade were here right now so Peter could wrap himself around the Alpha and show him exactly how much he wanted him.  

“Shit it’s late! You probably have school tomorrow, and here I am keeping you up like an inconsiderate Alpha. Be a dear and snuggle up into that perfect little nest of yours and go to sleep, alright?”

Peter giggled a bit at that. “Need to change my sheets first. They are kind of… wet.”

This earned him another groan from the Alpha. “Little tease. We need to end this call before you get me going again, and then you will never get any sleep.”

Peter perked up a bit at this. “I thought once alphas came, it took them a while to be ready to go again?”

Wade chuckled at this. “Yeah, I have a much better refractory period than your average Alpha. Almost no downtime whatsoever.”

“Wait, so when we spent my heat together… did you really keep going for…”

“For the whole time? Yes, I did. You never stopped begging for more, so who was I to deny you?”

He could hear the amusement and pride in Wade's voice and groaned. So he had remembered correctly! His spent cock gave a slight twitch at that and he couldn’t help but grind down into the bed beneath him.

“Fucking hell darlin’. While I would love to continue this with you, you really need to get some sleep, alright? Change those sheets and then be a good little Omega and snuggle in for the night. We will have more than enough time to continue this another time.”

Peter let out a disappointed sigh but Wade was kind of correct. While Peter didn’t have any morning classes tomorrow he did still need to make his rounds as Spiderman so ending the call here was a good idea.

“Okay.”

“Good night, Peter.”

“Good night, Wade.”

Chapter Text

Peter was over the moon the next day, and nothing could bring his mood down. While MJ had made a comment about the noises, he was relieved to hear that she only heard them when she walked right past his door and could not hear anything from her own room. She had made some faces at him when they spoke of it, but otherwise seemed happy for him.

He had some afternoon classes that day, followed by a study session with MJ, and in the evening, they had work at another rave. This one was located at yet another abandoned site, but it was some sort of old factory building this time. There were times when Peter wondered if these organizers even had legal permits to host the parties at sites like these, but then he remembered just how much he needed the money and decided not to look too closely at it.

He proudly wore the new lace collar today as he served drink after drink, feeling more confident than he had in a long while. It was about two hours into his shift, and the clock had just hit midnight when he spotted the red suit in the crowd. Wade was here. He would have loved to jump over the counter and go greet the Alpha. Unfortunately, the number of people looking to get drinks was way too much for just MJ to handle, so he stayed where he was, occasionally looking around, trying to spot Wade again.

Peter had just finished serving a group of girls some drinks and turned around to try to spot Wade again, only to be startled when he turned around and saw the man right across the counter from him.

“Wade!” He exclaimed and leaned on the counter to hug him.

“Hello Peter. I hope you don’t mind me visiting you during your work hours.” Wade responded while nuzzling Peter's neck.

“Of course not! I can’t really talk too much right now, but do you want a drink?”

Wade ended up ordering a very pink strawberry lemonade vodka cocktail with a pink straw and everything. Peter couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the masculine Alpha sit there with the girliest drink on the menu. Unfortunately, he really had to get back to work, seeing as the line had almost doubled during the time he had made Wade's drink, and MJ was starting to look quite stressed. Wade remained seated at the bar and was, according to him, more than happy to just watch Peter work.

“That the Alpha?” MJ asked as they were both at the fridge, getting bottles.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“Christ, he is massive. You sure know how to pick them, " she replied with a headshake before hurrying off to make more drinks. Peter glanced at Wade, and MJ was quite correct in her statement, seeing as the Alpha towered over everyone else and was built like a brick house.

The average reaction to the Alpha seemed to be apprehension and cautiousness, but occasionally, there would be an Omega who tried to approach him. Wade was always polite to whomever was addressing him, but Peter couldn’t help but feel his jealousy spike every time it happened. Unfortunately, he was unable to really do much about it, seeing how busy he was with work, but thankfully, most Omegas moved on quite quickly—all but the last one, that is.

The female Omega had taken a seat right next to Wade and was seemingly doing her best to try and catch/keep his attention, and it made Peter's blood boil. After about fifteen minutes of this, he could no longer take it, and after finishing the last customer's drink, he made a beeline for Wade and pulled him into a kiss rather forcefully. While kissing the mask was still awkward, Peter was slowly getting used to it. He didn’t even spare the female Omega a look before following the kiss up with scenting Wade’s neck, before quickly turning back to his work again. The female Omega tried to get Wade's attention again, but he was happy to note that Wade was too occupied staring dreamily after Peter to pay her any mind. The Omega eventually left with a huff, and Peter felt pride at having chased off a potential rival for his Alpha's affections. MJ gave him a knowing look as they passed one another, but he just shrugged in return.

Eventually, the party came to a close at around four in the morning, allowing Peter to finally take a break that was not just a quick bathroom break. Technically, they were allowed to take up to forty minutes of breaks during their shifts, but seeing how busy they were, it felt bad to leave the other person at the counter alone for too long. Wade had stuck to his seat all evening long, ordering drinks here and there while leaving Peter some pretty ridiculous tips. He had tried to decline them at first, but Wade had started to sneak him tips in increasingly absurd ways until he eventually caved. Peter really hoped he was not taking Wade's rent money for the month and contemplated asking the Alpha to eat at his apartment at some point to make up for it.

“Anything I can help with, Bambi?” Wade asked as they were starting to clean and pack everything up. Before Peter could decline the help, MJ loudly piped up with a, “Yeah, you can take out the trash. Out the back and to the left.” She said while pointing towards the back door.

“Roger that!” Wade replied, taking hold of the trash and carrying it out back. This was usually Peter's job as the bags were quite heavy and he had his enhanced strength to help him.

“MJ!” He exclaimed once the Alpha was out of sight. “You can’t just ask him to do our job for us.”

“I can and I just did. If he's sticking around after all he put you through, the least he could do is help with some trash,” MJ replied nonchalantly while she kept cleaning up. Peter sighed in frustration but got back to work, and once Wade returned from the back, he kept helping them, despite Peter’s protests. Whenever he tried to say they were fine and that Wade could just sit down, MJ gave the Alpha something to do, which he did without complaint. The cleaning ended up taking a lot less time than usual, and eventually it was time to head home.

Wade was once again taking out the last of the trash while MJ was packing up her things and preparing to leave.

“I’m guessing you will stay out for a bit longer?” She asked while turning to Peter.

“Maybe?” He replied uncertainly. He wasn’t sure what Wade had planned after this or if there even was a plan.

“Okay, I will head off home then, as the Uber is almost here. Make sure to shoot me a text if you don’t plan on coming home at all tonight, so I know not to worry.” She said, walking out of the front exit, leaving Peter uncertainly standing there.

“Your friend left already?” Wade asked as he made his way back to Peter.

“Yeah, she has a class starting in six hours.”

“What about you, Bambi? When do your classes start? Want me to escort you home?”

Peter hesitated for a moment, not really knowing how to reply. He most definitely did not want to go home yet. “My first class starts at four tomorrow, so I am not in a hurry.”

“Then it looks like we have at least a few hours before I need to get you home. Whatever shall we do?” The Alpha asked while slowly making his way over to where Peter was standing, crowding him up against the bar behind. Peter instantly parted his legs for the Alpha while wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

“Loved watching you work tonight.” The Alpha told him, nuzzling his neck and scenting him. “You looked gorgeous the whole evening, and I could not keep my eyes off of you.”

“You had other Omegas that spoke to you,” Peter said, somewhat petulantly.

“Really now? Can’t say I noticed them.” The Alpha replied, and Peter felt a sense of satisfaction course through him at the Alpha's words. “Hard to notice anyone else when you are in the room.” He continued while pressing further up against Peter, who could now feel the Alpha's erection against him. He let out a small moan while jumping up and wrapping his legs around the Alpha who instantly took a hold of his ass to support him.

“How’s the new collar? Comfortable?” Wade asked while nuzzling Peter's neck right next to the collar.

“Yes. I love the new collars. Thank you, Alpha.” Peter replied, getting a possessive growl from the Alpha.

“Looks so good on you, little one. Showing everyone who you belong to.” Wade said with a growl, and Peter responded by grinding on the Alpha with a small moan.

“Please.” He begged Wade, hoping the Alpha would just bend him over the counter right here.

“Darlin’, I really should take you to better places than this. You are much too good to get fucked in some filthy warehouse.” Wade tried to reason, but Peter was too impatient for that.

“Don’t care. Please, Alpha, need you.” He replied while continuing to grind up against the Alpha.

“Fuck! Not like I can say no to you.” The Alpha replied, and suddenly Peter's wish of being bent over the bar counter got fulfilled as the Alpha manhandled him into the position with ease. The counter was probably the only clean surface in the whole warehouse, seeing as MJ and Peter had cleaned it up earlier, so Peter was more than happy with his new position.

“Been thinking about this the whole night. Bending you over the bar and fucking you stupid. Been thinking about fucking you almost nonstop since our call yesterday.” The Alpha growled as he ground his erection up against Peters ass. In this position, the tips of Peter's toes barely reached the ground, so once again, all he could do was just hang on and let the Alpha take control, something he didn’t mind at all. After a short moment of Wade enjoying Peter in this new position, he finally slid a hand to the front of Peters short pants to undo and pull them just below his ass cheeks. Wade then slowly parted Peter's cheeks, and he felt the cold air hit his exposed hole, making him squirm a little, and he could feel the blush creeping up on his face.

“Fuck you look perfect like this darlin’,” Wade said, and Peter could feel himself slick up even more than he already was at that. “So wet and ready for me.”

He then felt a gloved finger run gently over his hole, just rubbing up and down, not pushing in. Before he could start begging again, he felt Wade shift behind him as he pulled away. Suddenly, there was something very wet gliding over his hole, and it took Peter a moment to realize it was Wade's tongue.

“Wade!” He cried out, equally embarrassed and turned on. While he wanted to protest against the actions of the Alpha, every time he opened his mouth to say anything, only moans came out. The tongue glided over his extremely sensitive rim while the tip occasionally caught on his hole before moving away. Peter suddenly let out a loud noise as he felt the tongue push into his hole, before clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle any further noises. Wade instantly withdrew, making Peter let out a frustrated whine.

“None of that now. I want to be able to hear every sweet noise you make, or I'll stop right here.” Wade said in a stern voice, and Peter immediately removed his hand from his mouth.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good boy.” And with that, the Alpha went back to work. This time he pushed his tongue straight into Peters wet hole and immediately started fucking it in and out. It felt so wrong and dirty, but in all the right ways, and to Peter's horror, he realized that he had become slick enough that it was now dripping onto the floor. There was no hiding exactly how much he was enjoying what Wade was doing to him. Soon enough, the tongue was joined by a finger and then another one before Wade pulled his face away and stood up to his full height again.

“So good for me.” He muttered as he kept fingering Peter. “So wet and ready for me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Perfect little Omega.”

Peter couldn’t help but preen at the praise. He wanted to be good for the Alpha, and he loved hearing every word of praise and being called perfect. He also couldn’t help but wonder if Wade had kept his mask up, seeing as Peter had not heard him pull it down. The temptation to twist and look behind him was big, but in the end, he was too scared that Wade would stop everything if he did. Wade then pulled out his fingers with was followed by more rustling of fabric before Peter felt the Alphas cock up against his ass. Although he didn’t have much leverage in this position, he still did his best to try to present for the Alpha.

“Fuck darlin’ you look so good like this but please let me know if it get’s uncomfortable and we can switch positions okay?” The Alpha said as he rubbed his cock up and down between Peters cheeks.

“Please, Alpha!” Peter felt like he was about to pass out if Wade didn’t start fucking him soon.

“Impatient little thing aren’t we. Can’t say no to you when you beg so pretty.”

Peter let out a loud almost relieved moan as he finally felt Wade press the head of his cock into Peter. The Alpha then slowly started to fuck his cock the rest of the way into Peter, until he finally bottomed out, earning a loud moan from both of them.

“I’ll never get enough of this feeling. If it were possible I would keep you on my cock for hours at a time, every single day. You feel so damn good around my cock. Better than any drug.” Wade rambled as he slowly started to fuck Peter.

The Alphas cock felt so much better than any toy Peter had and he felt almost delirious with how much he needed it filling him up. The only thing he wanted even more than to be railed by his Alpha over this counter was his Alpha's knot. He hadn’t been knotted since his first heat, and he needed it right now.

“Pretty little Omega. Making such pretty noises for me. Taking my cock like you were made for it. Made for me.”

Wade was fucking into him properly now and if Peter didn’t have his abilities he would have been sliding all over the counter by now, just from the sheer force of the Alpha slamming into him from behind. He could feel the Alpha's knot start to form, and to his utter disappointment, Wade seemed to plan to not knot him again.

“Alpha, please.” He whined as he felt Wade pull back enough that the knot was no longer in him.

“Shh.. darlin’. We aren’t exactly in a bed right now. If I knot you here, we will be stuck here for half an hour.” Wade tried to reason, but Peter shook his head in response.

“Don’t care. Please.” He said while doing his best to scoot back just a bit.

“Can’t say no to a pretty little Omega begging for my knot now, can I?” The Alpha responded with a growl. “Need to turn you around if you want my knot.” He said before pulling out of Peter completely.

Perter let out a needy whine at the loss of his Alphas cock but quickly turned around and stepped out of the pants that had fallen around his feet. He was disappointed to note that the Alpha had pulled down his mask already but his eyes were quickly drawn to the small amount of skin that was on display in the form of the Alphas cock. It was even bigger than he had thought it to be, and he was curious to note that it looked to be covered in scars. Before he could continue to admire the cock he was lifted up by Wade and quickly dropped back on his length.

He moaned at the feeling of being so perfectly full again and wrapped his legs around Wade's waist while leaning back on the counter behind him. Wade effortlessly held him up while mercilessly fucking into his sopping wet hole. With every hard thrust, Peter could feel the knot catching on his rim and sometimes pushing up against his prostate, making him see stars. He was letting out a constant stream of never-ending moans and whines as he enjoyed the feeling of the knot on the Alphas cock growing with each thrust.

“You are going to feel so good on my knot. Fucking dreamed of this ever since I got off that boat. Pretty little Omega. Begging for my knot.”

Peter let out a long, needy whine in response to that. “Yes, please. Alpha, please knot me. Need it.” He heard Wade curse as he gave one last hard thrust, and the knot finally locked up inside of Peter. The feeling of being properly knotted by an Alpha was even better than Peter remembered it. It pressed up against all the right places inside of Peter, making him tumble over the edge of his own orgasm only moments later.

“Perfect Omega. Coming on my knot.” Wade muttered, still rocking out his own orgasm. Wade’s orgasm ended up lasting for several minutes, during which he kept making the small movements, bringing Peter to an unexpected second orgasm. “Fuck you feel like a dream around my knot. Love the way your body milks my cock.”

Eventually, Wade stopped and leaned forward, putting his head on Peter's shoulder. They were both out of breath and dirtied up, especially Wade who had Peters cum all over the front of his suit. Suddenly, Peter felt himself being lifted up into Wade's arms before the Alpha hopped up on the bar counter and lay down on it. This left Peter essentially sitting on his lap and his knot.

“It's not as good as a bed, but this should be a bit more comfortable for you,” Wade said while sliding his gloved hands up and down Peter's bare legs. “I hope you are not cold.”

Peter shook his head. “No, not after that workout.”

“Good. Let me know if that changes or if you get uncomfortable.”

Peter nodded while curiously peering down at the Alpha underneath him. Although he was still obviously covered by the leather suit, Peter instantly noticed that the mask was currently untucked, which gave him an idea.

“If I…” he started, but blushed under the Alpha's curious gaze. “If I close my eyes, could you kiss me?” he asked, feeling silly for even asking for such a simple thing.

The Alpha gave a small sigh before sitting up. “Of course, baby boy. Anything for you.”

A bright smile instantly appeared on Peter's face as he happily closed his eyes. He then felt the Alpha move and heard the rustling sound of the mask being pulled up.

“You shouldn’t even have to ask for such a simple thing in the first place,” Wade said with a sadness in his voice, and Peter could feel the Alpha's breath on his lips as he spoke. Then he felt a pair of lips gently touch his own and let out a small pleased noise. A hand landed on the back of his head before Wade deepened the kiss, making Peter moan at the feeling. He couldn’t help but rock down on the knot still inside of him, making Wade pull away with a gasp.

“Darlin’, if you keep doing that, we'll be stuck here until the cleaning crew comes, and then you'll end up in trouble.”

Peter instantly stopped the movement, hoping it would bring the Alphas' lips back to his. A moment later, he was rewarded with another kiss. This time, he took a bit closer notice of the texture of the lips, noting that they were quite rough. As he pushed a bit closer, he could feel more rough skin meet his, almost like it was scarred. It would make sense if Wade was heavily scarred, seeing how reluctant he was to show any part of himself. Peter wouldn’t mind, as he had already fallen for Wade pretty hard without even seeing his face, but now he would need to somehow convince Wade of that. He took a bit of a chance and broke the kiss to nuzzle against Wade's cheek, which seemed equally as scarred. Wade instantly tensed up underneath him but didn’t try to stop Peter, so he continued to nuzzle downwards and into the crook of Wade's neck, and was met with more textured skin.

“That can’t feel good for you, Bambi. How about I pull my mask back down and we get comfortable, huh?”

While Wade's voice sounded pretty nonchalant, Peter could hear a hint of uncertainty and felt a pang in his heart.

“Can we please stay like this for a while? I promise I won’t look.”

He could feel Wade tense up beneath him and prepared himself for rejection, only for the Alpha to let out a sigh. “Anything for you, Bambi. Let's lie down at least, as that should be more comfortable for you.”

He let Wade pull him down as Alpha lay back flat on the counter and continued to nuzzle the exposed throat he now had access to. The scent of Alpha was so much stronger without the barrier of the suit between them, and Peter felt almost high on it. There was suddenly a soft rumbling noise coming from somewhere, which made Peter jump a bit. He almost forgot to keep his eyes closed as the noise disappeared almost as suddenly as it started.

“Now that’s a sound I didn’t expect to hear from you again.” The Alpha's rumbling voice sounded underneath Peter. “You find the oddest times to purr, darlin’.”

“Purr?” Peter asked, confused. Did he really just purr? And what did the Alpha mean by again?

“Did you not realize you were purring? You used to purr during your heat as well.” Wade answered while gently stroking his back.

“I did?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember most of it, but I admit I can’t remember ever having purred before,” Peter confessed. He knew some Omegas were capable of purring, but he didn’t know that he was one of them.

“Well, I am honored that little old me has made you purr on two different occasions now. Can’t say I mind knowing that no one else has managed to achieve it during the past two years.”

Peter could hear the pride in the Alpha's voice, which made him smile.

“There was never anyone else to even attempt.” He confessed and received a satisfied growl in response from the Alpha, before the hand on his back suddenly stilled.

“Darlin’, I need to know. How old are you?” Wade asked, which made Peter tense up.

“Old enough.”

“Bambi, if we keep meeting like this, I will eventually find out anyway.”

Wade was correct. Besides, if he could figure out where Peter lived, he could also easily look up Peter's age. He wondered why Wade hadn’t already done so.

“Eighteen.” He finally blurted out and felt the Alpha still underneath him. To Peter's mounting apprehension, the Alpha remained completely silent after his confession, not even breathing underneath him. He let out a small whimper, “Wade?”

The Alpha instantly released the breath he had been holding, and the hand on Peter's back started to move again. “Sorry, Bambi. I’m so damn sorry you had to go though that. Fuck you were only sixteen?”

Peter clung onto the Alpha even harder and shook his head. “It would have been so much worse if you hadn’t been there. I have read about first heats, and they sound absolutely horrible. I’m so sorry, I know you probably never wanted to spend a heat with someone so young, and you probably feel cheated, but I can’t help but be so happy you were there.”

Peter knew he was rambling at this point, and to his horror, he could feel the tears starting to fall from his eyes. He felt so horrible for having essentially tricked Wade into spending a heat with a sixteen-year-old, and Wade would most likely never want to see Peter again after this.

“Wait, wait, wait, darlin’.” He heard Wade's panicked voice say, but it sounded far away. Peter was too wrapped up in his own mind, completely convinced that he had just ruined the possibility of anything with Wade, ruined it before it could even start by tricking him on that ship.

“Nonono Bambi, I’m not going to leave. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He heard Wade say, and realized that he must have muttered some of his thoughts out loud. “Peter, honey, I told you. You are stuck with me now, and I have no plans to leave, okay? Perfect little Omega, falling into my lap. Way too young for me, but hey… I am just on the right side of fucked up enough not to care. Well, obviously I care about the sixteen part because Jesus wept… your first time should not have gone like that, but I am not leaving because of a little bump on the road.”

Eventually, Wade managed to calm Peter down enough so that he stopped sobbing like a child. The Alpha's knot also went down around the same time as Peter finally calmed down, and he had never felt so ashamed of himself before. Here he was, finally getting knotted by his Alpha, only to end up sobbing all over said Alpha, as he was stuck to Peter.

“Sorry…” He whispered as they finally separated.

“Listen to me, darlin’. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, okay? I am the one who fucked up not you. You are absolutely perfect and I shall hear no more arguments against it, not even from you.” Wade hugged Peter close as he said this, and Peter welcomed the comforting touch. The Alpha then proceeded to help Peter get cleaned up and dressed before also helping clean up the bar counters. When they were done, it still kind of smelled like sex, but considering all the other smells around the factory house, Peter did not expect to receive any questions about it.

While Peter had cleaned up the last of it, Wade had apparently called them a taxi.

“I want to make sure you get home alright, Bambi,” Wade explained as Peter protested the man spending even more money on him.

Apparently, Wade was friends with the taxi driver, and they ended up chatting about love the whole way to Peter's apartment. Some of it sounded a bit concerning, but Peter figured it was some sort of an inside joke as he leaned up against Wade's side on the backseat. Wade followed Peter as he got out of the taxi in front of the closed-off complex to his apartment, and Peter hesitated for a moment before turning around to look at Wade.

“What is it, darlin’?” Wade asked, noticing Peter's hesitancy.

“Umm, you can say no…” Peter started to say, but was cut off by Wade.

“As if I would ever say no to you.”

“…A kiss?” He almost whispered and broke eye contact with Wade as he felt a blush creeping up his neck.

“I already told you. Anything you want, darlin’.” Wade said and pulled Peter up against his chest. He then proceeded to pull up his mask and quickly pull Peter into a kiss.

Had Peter been normal, he would not have been able to see what Wade's skin looked like under the low light and the Alpha's quick actions, but Peter's senses were hardly average. They soon parted ways, with Wade quickly pulling the mask back down, and Peter couldn’t help but feel a swell of fondness for the Alpha. He spent most of the walk up the stairs to his apartment, processing what he had seen.

The skin had been heavily scarred, just as he had suspected, but he was still surprised by just how heavily scarred it was. He was starting to understand precisely why Wade kept himself covered up as he did, especially if the scarring covered a large part of the man's skin. He could also understand the Alpha's nervousness about revealing the scars to anyone and why he expected Peter to reject him once he did. Peter, however, was almost surprised to realize just how little the scars bothered him. He was so gone on the Alpha that he honestly couldn’t care less about the scars at this point. Well, that was a bit of a lie, as Peter did feel sad that the Alpha obviously must have gone through something horrible to receive those scars, but they didn’t bother Peter the way Wade probably expected them to.

*** 

Sixteen? 

Wade was just about ready to jump off the highest building he could find. He'd done some pretty horrible shit in his time but all of it seemed to pale in consideration. Taking a sixteen-year-old during their first heat was a new low, the kind that would usually make his spiral, but he couldn't do that this time.

Some might argue that the right thing to do was to leave, let the omega move on to someone better than him but Wade had already fucked up twice. He just couldn't do it again. It might be selfish of him, but he had promised Peter he wouldn't leave, and while he wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through his own head, he had someone depending on him now. He needed to get his shit together, at least until Peter finally decided he'd had enough and was ready to move on.

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The following week, Peter spent some time researching heavy scarring, such as burn scars and acid scars, just to prepare himself for when Wade finally revealed his whole face to Peter. None of the pictures or descriptions he read about really matched the scarring he had spotted on Wade's lower face, but he did his best to educate himself anyway.

He had not managed to meet Wade during the past week, partly due to his own increased workload in the form of some soon-to-be-due large uni projects and partly due to Wade not having a place for them to meet. They couldn’t exactly meet up at Peter’s as the apartment complex didn’t allow Alphas to enter, and Wade had said something about his apartment being too messy and needing to clean up before taking Peter there. Fortunately, Wade kept very frequent phone contact with Peter, and they had even spent another satisfying evening having phone sex. All of this kept Peter from panicking too much about not having seen the Alpha for so long.

Well, that was a bit of a lie. He had actually seen the Alpha during the week, twice in fact. The problem was that both times, he had been doing rounds as Spider-Man. Both times, the Alpha had spotted him and yelled out some cheerful greetings or just generally cheered him on as he swung past the mercenary. And yes, he had also learned what Wade actually did during his free time, which had been quite the shock.

After the first time he spotted Wade during his rounds as Spider-Man, he decided to ask around about him. In the end, it had been Daredevil, a recent acquaintance, who had filled him in on exactly who Wade was and what he did for a living. While Daredevil did emphasize that Wade was dangerous, he also confessed that the Alpha was not as insane and irrational as most made him out to be. Apparent Daredevil had worked a few jobs with the Alpha and said that the man seemed to have some pretty strong principles, even if he was volatile and annoying to work with.

Although Peter didn’t think there was really anything that could have put him off the Alpha at this point in time, it was still a relief to hear that Wade was not a stone-cold killer and actually had some hard limits when it came to what he was willing to do. He had also looked into what kind of messes Wade was part of and was once again pleasantly surprised to note that most of what the Alpha did was connected to drug cartels, human trafficking, and other less-than-desirable activities. While Peter still thought that most people should be given a second chance, the experience on the ship had warped his outlook a bit. Additionally, he had grown up and witnessed enough crime over the past year to realize that not everything was as black and white as he had originally thought as a teenager.

He still did his best to avoid the Alpha as Spider-Man, though. Firstly, he didn’t think he could keep it a secret if they ever ended up having a conversation, as Wade would most likely recognize Peter's voice, and secondly, he felt guilty for keeping this side of himself secret from the Alpha. Logically, he knew they were only at the beginning stages of their relationship, and he didn’t owe Wade anything so early into their relationship, but the Omega side of him still felt bad for keeping it a secret.

Peter was excited as Wade had finally invited him to visit the Alpha's place tonight, and he couldn’t wait to see Wade again. He had taken a shower, making sure he was squeaky clean, and even asked MJ for help on what to wear. In the end, he ended up with a pair of shorts, an oversized pullover that fell down one of his shoulders and came down to his mid-thigh, covering the shorts and making it look like a dress. He topped it off with some knee-high socks. Much to Peter's mortification and MJ’s insistence, he had also donned a pair of lace panties underneath the shorts, hoping Wade would like them.

Wade had promised to pick Peter up in front of the Omega complex. They would then proceed to walk to Wade’s place, which was much closer than Peter had originally expected it to be. He was just doing some final finishing touches when MJ came out of her room with a small tube of something.

“Stand still for a moment.” She said as she opened up what Peter realized to be a tube of lip gloss.

“Isn’t it a bit much?” He asked after MJ had applied the gloss on his lips.

“Believe me, it will be driving him crazy—the good kind of crazy. Besides, you are the one who said you needed to make sure he stuck around. No such thing as too much when you are trying to keep his attention in the long run.” MJ replied before handing him the gloss. “Keep it. Looks better on you anyway, and that way you can reapply when needed.”

Peter hesitantly took the gloss and put it in his shorts pocket, along with his wallet and keys. A moment later, his phone pinged, and he was excited to see that Wade was waiting outside.

“He’s here.” He said to MJ before hurrying out the door.

“Good luck!” He heard MJ yell right before the door fell shut behind him.

He was almost skipping down the stairs in his excitement to finally see Wade again and couldn’t help but jump at the Alpha as soon as he came into view. Wade easily caught him and spun him around once before setting him down on the ground again.

“Holy shit Bambi! You need to give me a moment as my brain is having issues processing the absolute perfection in front of me.” Wade exclaimed while stepping back from Peter and then proceeding to look him up and down. Peter immediately started to blush at the intense attention he was receiving from the Alpha.

“Is it too much?” He asked shyly.

“Darlin’, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to you. I am once again wondering exactly how I got so lucky to have someone as perfect as you interested in this.” Wade pointed at himself as he finished that sentence, and Peter felt another pang of hurt in his heart on Wade's behalf.

“You are perfect to me.” He muttered while feeling his blush deepen even further.

“Oh my god!” Wade whined, as he slapped both hands to his cheeks, “You are so fucking adorable I feel like I could fall over dead just by being in your perfect presence. Let’s get moving before I really have a cuteness overload here, or before some other much better-looking Alpha takes notice of you. I would need to unalive them if they did, and that is not how I saw our date today going.”

Wade then took hold of Peter’s hand and started leading him down the street. “So I figured we could pick up some food on the way there, although I am currently battling with my need to provide for you and feed you with my other need, which is to drag you home as quickly as possible and have my way with you. Self-control is not one of my many virtues.”

“Umm… we could get something quick on the way there? Like Chinese?” Peter hesitantly replied. Truth be told, he was also feeling quite impatient to just get to Wade’s place already and didn’t want to spend too much time waiting for food.

“Excellent idea! There’s a perfect little hole-in-the-wall Chinese place a few blocks away. I knew I was keeping you around for a reason, baby boy.” Wade replied in his usual overly dramatic way, which made Peter giggle.

They made it to the Chinese place without issues, and fortunately, the orders only took around ten minutes to be ready for takeaway. Wade then led them towards a fancier part of town, finally arriving at a high-rise apartment building with a doorman who let them in without question.

“Here we are! Thankfully, this place has a working elevator because let me tell you, the stairs are no joke.” Wade rambled as he pressed the elevator button.

“How high up is your apartment?” Peter asked.

“Aaaall the way.” And sure enough, once they got into the elevator, Wade pressed the button for the last floor. Wade then led him to the apartment door, opening it to reveal a massive, luxurious apartment. One of the walls was made almost entirely out of windows, showing a stunning view of New York, and Peter spent a moment just gawking at the sheer size of the place. Wade then turned on the lights, revealing the soft white colors of the apartment.

“It’s a bit bland looking still, as I have not yet had the time to personalize anything. I was thinking of switching out the couch with something bright red, ya know? Maybe a different kind of carpet as well…” Wade rambled before trailing off and saying something about… blood?

“Wait… Did you just buy this apartment?” Peter asked, shocked.

“Yup,” Wade replied, popping the P.

“So when you said you needed to clean up… you instead sold your old place and purchased a new one?”

“Ah, no, I still have the old place. But it’s hardly something I can bring guests to, so I figured I would get a place closer to you, something nicer as well.”

Peter just gawked at Wade. “And… you can just afford this? I mean… You didn’t put yourself in debt for this, right?”

Wade scoffed and gave Peter a fond look. “I got loads of dough. This place is paid for in full, so no need to worry your pretty little head over that.”

As he looked around the huge, luxurious apartment, Peter couldn’t believe that just a week ago, he had been worried about taking Wade’s rent money. He walked up to the apartment's large windows, realizing they led out to a rather sizable balcony as Wade put their food on the living room table. It was dark outside, which meant that Peter could see his own reflection, together with Wade's, quite clearly in the massive windows. He saw Wade set down the food bags before making his way to where Peter was standing and wrapping his arms around Peter.

“Do you like the view, Baby boy?” Wade asked, and Peter nodded, leaning back into the Alpha's embrace. He felt one of the Alpha's hands come to rest right under his chin, tilting it upwards and exposing Peter's neck while the other one circled his waist. “It’s really quite something, isn’t it?”

It took Peter a moment to realize that Wade was not talking about the skyline but their reflection in the windows. Peter couldn’t help the blush that instantly appeared on his cheeks as he looked at their reflection. He looked so small and delicate compared to Wade’s huge form behind him, and in Peter's opinion, they looked really good together. He felt the hand around his chin shift a bit until a gloved finger brushed the very edge of his lips.

“Fucking driving me nuts Bambi. Couldn’t stop thinking about your lips the whole way here.” Wade told him, and Peter parted his lips just the slightest bit, feeling Wade’s arm tighten around his middle. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you and all the filthy things I wanted to do to you.” His gloved index finger kept caressing just at the edge of Peter’s lips as he said this.

Peter slowly turned around to face Wade while sliding one hand up the Alpha's thigh until it came to rest on the hard bulge between the Alpha's legs. Despite the blush that was probably covering Peter’s whole face, he was feeling quite bold today.

“Like what?” he asked while looking up at Wade with wide eyes, and watching Wade’s eyes drop down to his lips.

“Like having those pretty glossy lips wrapped around my cock. Like smearing that gloss all over your face and my cock.” He whispered while looking down at Peter. “You looks so damn perfect right now darlin’ and I want nothing more that to take you apart and ruin all your hard work.”

Peter took in a shaky breath and looked down at the prominent bulge he had his hand on. He had never given anyone a blowjob but hearing Wade say these things and suddenly it was all he could think about. He started to sink down to his knees only to be stopped by Wade, who grabbed onto him, preventing him from sliding down.

“Darlin’, you do not have to do that. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me, and you really shouldn’t listen to it. How about we go sit down on the couch instead?”

Peter looked up at Wade in confusion. “Don’t you want to?”

“There are so many things I want to do to you, Bambi; you have no idea. That does not mean we have to do it right now—or ever, really, as you can always say no.” Wade replied and tried to steer Peter towards the couch again.

“But I want to…” Peter blurted out and watched Wade’s eyes widen before narrowing again.

“You are going to be the death of me, baby boy. Are you sure?”

Instead of replying, Peter started undoing the belt on Wade's pants. Wade stopped him before he could get to the zipper, and Peter looked up in question.

“I hadn’t really thought this through before saying yes. Darlin’, I have to warn you that I am really scarred, all over. It’s not a pretty sight.” Wade said, and Peter could tell that he was nervous. While Peter had known that Wade was scarred, he was still surprised to realize how far down the scarring went. He had never actually seen Wade’s cock up close and while he had vaguely realized that it felt different than his own, he had just thought that to be a normal difference between Alphas and Omegas.

“It’s okay. I don’t care.” He tried to reassure Wade and watched the Alpha let out a heavy sigh as the Alpha released his hold on Peter's hands.

He slowly moved them back to the zipper, and as he pulled it down, he was shocked to realize Wade was not wearing any underwear. This meant that he was instantly met with the sight of the Alphas bare cock and he proceeded to run his hand over it curiously. Now that he could see it as well as feel it, it instantly became apparent that it was scars he was feeling.

“Do they hurt?” He asked Wade, who had been watching him silently as he explored.

“Naah. Just looks ugly.” Wade replied, which made Peter look up at him with a frown.

“Well, I don’t think it looks ugly.” He said somewhat petulantly before quickly dropping to his knees before Wade could stop him again.

He could tell Wade was about to said something again but it turned into a low groan instead as Peter licked a broad stripe up the side of the Alphas cock. After licking all the way up he somewhat hesitantly took the tip of Wades cock in his mouth and gently sucked. Wade let out another groan, and Peter felt a hand slide down to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, just resting there.

“Fuck that feels amazing. Looks even better than I imagined.” Wade said as he looked down at Peter. Feeling boldened by Wades words Peter started to slowly take in more of the Alphas cock in his mouth until it hit the back of his mouth. Thankfully, he did not gag as he had been going quite slow, but he did have to pull back a bit to avoid coughing.

“You have no idea how long I have been thinking about you in this exact position, and when I saw the lip gloss on your lips today…” Wade took a moment to let out another groan. “I almost wanted to put you on your knees right there on the street.” He ran a finger over the corner of Peter's mouth, smearing the lip gloss all over Peter’s cheek.

Wade let Peter explore on his own for a bit, seeming to enjoy whatever Peter did, even if he himself felt rather unsure about what he was doing. Eventually, the Alpha started to meet Peter’s movements with small, careful thrusts of his own, which immediately made Peter let out a moan.

“Like that, don’t you?” Wade growled, and Peter felt the fingers in his hair tighten. “Want to get your pretty little mouth fucked by an Alpha don’t you?”

Peter let out another moan at that, but it was cut off by a coughing fit as Wade pushed slightly too far.

“Do you want to stop here?” the Alpha asked, but Peter shook his head. While he had enjoyed exploring Wade with his mouth, he really liked it when the Alpha took control and wanted to continue.

“Stretch out your tongue and take a deep breath every time I push in, okay?” Wade instructed, and Peter immediately complied, wanting the Alpha to continue.

“Fuck you look like a vision darlin’,” Wade said before pushing into Peter’s mouth again. He held Peters head steady by his hair while he slowly built up a pace, as he continued to fuck into Peters mouth.

It was impossible for Peter to swallow as he let Wade use his mouth, and he could feel the drool start slipping past his lips and down his face. He was just wondering exactly what he must look like to Wade when he caught their reflection in the large windows. Suddenly, he no longer had to wonder as he could see exactly what he looked like and let out a loud moan.

“Finally noticed the reflection, baby boy?” Wade asked, sounding slightly out of breath. “Look at yourself, Bambi. You look absolutely obscene having that pretty mouth of yours be stretched by my cock. Pretty little Omega, choking on his Alphas cock like a good boy.”

Wade then pushed in further than before, making Peter actually choke around his cock. He must have liked the look of it as the Alpha let out a groan at feeling Peter’s throat contact around his cock before he pulled out completely.

“Fuck, sorry about that darlin’. Do you want to stop?” He asked, although it was very obvious this was not what the Alpha wanted to do. Peter appreciated just how in control Wade managed to stay despite his state. Alphas were known to lose their common sense during sex and often be too rough with their Omegas.

“Please don’t stop. I like it, all of it.” He told Wade, all sense of shame having left him at this point.

Wade let out a whispered “Fuck!” as he quickly pushed his cock back into Peter’s mouth, “Just push me away if it gets too much okay baby boy?”

Peter gave him a slight nod before the Alpha started fucking into his mouth again. It didn’t take long before he once again pushed too far, making Peter choke around the Alphas cock but this time he didn’t stop. Instead, he kept going, occasionally pushing a bit too far and making Peter choke again.

Peter for his part loved the feeling of the Alpha using his mouth like this and while the choking did feel uncomfortable, knowing it was Wade’s cock he was choking on turned him on. He could already feel that both his underwear and shorts were completely drenched just from having his mouth fucked. After a particularly harsh thrust, Peter felt an involuntary tear slide down his cheek. He felt Wade falter for a moment but let out a loud, enthusiastic moan, hoping to convey that he was still enjoying everything that was happening.

“Choking and crying on my cock like a good little Omega. It feels so good, it’s almost too much for me to handle. I’m about to come, darlin’, do you want me to pull away?”

As Peter couldn’t really shake his head no, he instead moaned and pressed closer to the Alpha, choking on the large cock again. Another tear slid down his face, and he had to take a deep breath as his nose started clogging up a bit.

Wade let out another groan, and his movements became rougher, hitting the back of Peter's throat with every other thrust, now fully using Peter like he was just a hole for the Alpha to breed. Peter would have moaned if he could, but he had to hold his breath instead, as breathing through his nose was now impossible, and he felt even more tears run down his cheeks. A moment later he felt the cock in his mouth start twitching and his mouth was filled with hot salty seed, which he greedily drank down. Wade pulled out of Peter's mouth a bit too soon, and the last few spurts of seed landed on his face.

“Fuck you look absolutely wrecked darlin’,” Wade said as he looked down at Peter before taking hold of him and pulling him up into a standing position. “Sorry about that. I was kind of scared you would pass out if I didn’t allow you to breathe.” He said as he wiped a finger through some of the cum on Peters face.

Instead of replying Peter turned his head to the side and sucked the finger into his mouth tasting the salty cum on it.

“That is so damn hot,” Wade whispered before pulling his finger out of Peter’s mouth, and suddenly Peter was picked up by the Alpha and carried over to the couch.

Peter nuzzled into Wade’s neck as the Alpha sat down on the couch with Peter in his lap. To Peter’s delight, the Alphas cock between them was still rock hard, and he quickly wrapped a hand around it.

“Quite insatiable, aren’t we?” Wade growled in response as Peter slowly started to stroke the Alphas cock.

“A bit.” Peter quipped with a smile. As he looked up at Wade’s masked face, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to kiss the Alpha again. “Could we…” he started asking, only to trail off in hesitation. The living room was brightly lit, and he did not want to push the Alpha out of their comfort zone.

“Could we what, darlin’?” The Alpha asked in a husky voice.

Peter hesitated again before shaking his head. “Never mind.”

Wade took hold of Peter’s chin and forced him to look up. “Don’t do that, baby boy. You know I would give you anything you want as long as it’s in my power to give.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” Peter whispered.

“You let me worry about that, okay, Bambi.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I was wondering if we could kiss again? …We could turn off the lights if that would be more comfortable? NOT that I want to turn them off or anything… I just really don’t want to make you uncomfortable… I’m sorry…” He rambled, feeling increasingly mortified with each passing word, until Wade silenced him with a finger on his lips.

“Relax… breathe…” The Alpha did his best to calm Peter down, and once again, he felt so stupid for losing control of his emotions so easily. Textbook dramatic Omega behavior.

“Darlin’, sugar, Bambino… you really don’t need to worry about me, okay? I am a big boy, and while showing my face is a bit hard for me, it’s not like I can just keep it hidden forever. Of course, we can kiss, and I am so sorry that question made you feel bad in the first place.” Wade calmly told him. “I appreciate your offer to turn off the lights, and I understand that you only offered it for my benefit, but we can keep them on, yeah?”

Peter slowly nodded, doing his best to compose himself and stop being so dramatic. Wade then let go of his chin and waist, where the other hand had rested, and slowly brought them up to his neck. Peter then watched as Wade slowly unraveled the mask that was tucked into the suit and uncovered the lower part of his face.

“Let’s see how this goes before we reveal the whole horror show, yeah?”

Peter quickly nodded, as he was more than happy to go with whatever pace Wade was comfortable with, but he watched curiously as the heavily scarred skin was revealed. He vaguely realized in the back of his mind that Wade was sitting stock-still underneath him, but the main part of his attention was taken up by the neck, jaw, and lips that were now visible. Slowly, he brought his hands to Wade’s face and let them slide over the scarred jaw and cheeks.

“Looks a bit like a deep-fried mole rat, doesn’t it?” Wade said, but Peter shook his head.

“No, it just looks like scars.” He said before dipping forward and nuzzling Wade's neck, scenting him. “I don’t mind them at all. You have a really nice jawline.” He then whispered.

Wade was very obviously taken aback for a moment before he let out a surprised laugh. “I honestly have no idea what I did to deserve someone like you, Bambi. Must be all that juicy karma I have accumulated from my… extracurricular activities,” he said before returning the favor and scenting Peter’s neck before letting out a groan as Peter tightened his hold on the Alphas cock. “Insatiable little tease.”

That’s all that Peter heard before he was suddenly lifted up and deposited face down on the couch. He felt Wade's hand slide up his leg and below the oversized pullover until it reached his shorts and slipped under them.

“Eager little thing aren’t we?” Wade said, and Peter realized that he must be feeling some of the slick that had absolutely ruined Peter’s underwear and shorts by now.

“Want your knot, Alpha,” Peter whined and pushed back against the Alpha's hand. Wade’s hand instantly slid to the front of his shorts, squeezing Peter briefly before unbuttoning and unzipping them. Once the Alpha pulled his shorts off, he heard Wade take a deep breath behind him, and Peter figured the Alpha had noticed the panties.

“Fucking hell that is a pretty sight right there.” The Alpha told him, and he felt a hand slide up the back of his thigh before cupping one of his cheeks and squeezing. “This all for me, darlin’?”

“Yes.” He replied and once again pushed back into the hand fondling his ass. “Please, Alpha.”

“Pretty little Omega. Desperate for my knot.” Wade mumbled before Peter felt the pair of panties being pulled to the side, and then there were fingers gliding over the hole, but not pushing in. Then he suddenly felt the Alpha shift behind him before feeling a wet tongue lick all the way down from his balls to his tailbone. Peter let out a loud startled moan as he had not expected that at all.

“You taste perfect as well, baby boy.” The Alpha stated before Peter felt the tongue once again, but this time it was slowly lapping directly at his hole. A moment later, he felt the tongue push into him, and he let out another loud moan. He vaguely heard some rustling of fabric behind him before suddenly a hand wrapped around his dick, making Peter let out whimper. It took him a moment to realize that the hand was not gloved and that he could feel Wade's scarred skin against his slick member.

The combination of having his ass fucked by Wades tongue and having a hand working his dick was more than enough to bring Peter over the edge of bliss, coming all over the couch and Wades hand. He slumped over completely boneless and relaxed while Wade sat up behind him. Wade pulled him back a bit so his knees became folded underneath him, lifting up his ass while still allowing him to remain relaxed before the Alpha leaned over him. He felt the Alphas cock glide across his relaxed wet hole and let out a satisfied moan. While Peter no longer felt the urgency to get fucked by the Alpha, he had no problems whatsoever with the Alpha using him in this state.

He felt Wade slip a hand underneath his pullover and push it all the way to Peter's armpits, exposing his back. The ungloved hand then started to stroke up and down Peter's back, which felt amazing. Amazing enough apparently to make Peter start to purr.

“Jesus, Bambi. You know I love it when you purr. I wonder if I can keep you purring while I fuck you?” Wades hand moved down to pull his underwear to the side, leaving them on him, and the Alphas cock started to slowly push into him. There was almost no resistance from how relaxed and wet Peter was, and the Alpha slipped into him easily.

“I love how relaxed you are. Makes me want to take real good care of you.” Wade whispered before he started, slowly rocking his hips. A moment later the ungloved hand was back to stroking Peters side, back and neck, just gently petting all while the Alpha continued to gently fuck him.

The gentle movements of the Alpha felt so good, and Peter couldn’t have stopped purring even if he wanted to. He did arch his back a bit in pleasure when the Alpha's hand ran down his spine, but otherwise, he was content to just remain relaxed and still while the Alpha used him and petted him. Peter was pretty sure that if this continued for much longer, he would end up dozing off despite or maybe due to how nice this felt.

Wade, however, seemed much closer to coming than Peter had expected, especially considering he had just come less than twenty minutes ago. Soon enough, Peter could feel the Alpha's knot start to catch on his rim. He ended up purring even louder while letting out an occasional satisfied sigh or moan.

“So perfect for me. Purring so prettily.” Wade said, his voice sounding strained, and Peter could feel the knot finally get too big to pull out. “Lovely little Omega. Absolutely perfect for me.” Wade managed to get out before Peter felt the Alpha tense up and the cock in him start to pulse as he came.

They remained like that for about five minutes, basking in the afterglow, before Peter felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him into a sitting position on top of the Alpha. They were still tied up by the knot, and Peter let out a small moan as he felt the knot pull at his entrance.

“Shh, darlin’. While I would love to take a long nap with you on the couch, our food is probably starting to get cold, and I figured we should eat it before we take a nap.” Wade said, and Peter did his best to blink himself awake.

“You want us to eat… now?” He asked while pointedly shifting in the Alpha's lap, drawing attention to the knot still tying them together.

“Mmm… yes,” Wade replied and bent forward to grab a food container while holding Peter tightly against his chest so he wouldn’t fall. The box contained some spring rolls, which the Alpha proceeded to pick up and bring to Peter's lips. Quickly realizing that the Alpha meant to feed him, Peter happily opened his mouth to accept the spring roll. Wade then popped another spring roll into his own mouth while Peter was chewing, before offering him another one.

They went through several containers like that until Wade was satisfied with how much Peter had eaten. By then, the knot had gone down enough to slip out when Wade pulled Peter back down on the couch. Being free to move, Peter turned around and snuggled up to Wade with his face in the crook of Alpha's neck. Soon enough, Peter was purring again, and it didn’t take long after that for him to fall asleep, snuggled up to Alpha's side.

***

When Peter woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of someone humming. As he yawned and stretched out on the couch, he was surprised to note the blanket that was covering him. He snuggled back under it for a moment, enjoying the mixed scents of him and Wade before letting out a small sigh and sitting up.

He instantly spotted Wade in the kitchen, making what smelled like pancakes. What surprised Peter even more than the Alpha cooking was that he was no longer clad in his customary Deadpool suit but in baggy sweatpants and a hoodie with the hood pulled up. As the Alpha had his back to Peter, he could not see if Wade was still wearing the mask. He stretched again, noting a pleasant ache in his lower back before getting up from the couch and making his way over to the kitchen counter.

“Good morning.” He said softly as he sat down on one of the stools. He saw Wade's back tense a bit, obviously not having heard Peter get up before the Alpha turned around.

“Good morning, Bambi. Hope you like pancakes, as I make some really mean pancakes.” The Alpha said, and Peter was pleased to see that the whole of Wade's face was now uncovered, the mask nowhere to be seen. He could tell from Wade's body language that the Alpha was still a bit uncomfortable as he laid out several different plates full of pancakes. While Peter did subtly study the Alpha's exposed face, he made sure to keep his expression relaxed and did not let his smile waver for a moment.

“I love pancakes. Thank you, Alpha.” He said with a smile and grabbed a plate. “Are these blueberries?”

“Yup,” Wade said, popping the P. “There's another plate with chocolate chip pancakes and some plain ones, but I also have some jam, maple syrup, and ice cream for toppings. Oh, and fruit! I also have some fruit.”

More and more plates with pancakes were put in front of Peter, followed by a bunch of topping options. It all looked delicious, and Peter was only happy to dig in. After watching Peter eat for a few minutes, Wade finally joined him with a plate of his own. Between the two of them, they managed to clean off every plate and bowl.

“For someone so small, you sure know how to eat. Where do you put it all?” Wade asked in wonder as he watched Peter finish off the last of the fruit in the bowl. Peter flushed a bit at that, knowing he ate way more than someone his size usually would.

“I have a really fast metabolism, so I eat a lot more than most omegas would.” He muttered, still blushing.

“No need to be so embarrassed about it. My own metabolism is also quite high, so I know what it’s like. Besides, I love feeding you. Makes my Alpha instincts all happy and warm.” Wade replied before picking up all the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher.

Peter couldn’t help but wonder if Wade’s own mutation was the cause of his higher metabolism as well. Ever since Peter got bitten by the spider and received his powers, his appetite had more than doubled, sometimes more than tripled if he expended a lot of energy. It was, all in all, very inconvenient considering how he was a poor college student who did not have the means to keep up with his metabolism. This meant that Peter would often just end up feeling hungry all the time, never getting enough food to really feel satisfied. Except Wade had gotten more than enough food yesterday and made a lot this morning, so Peter felt pretty content for the first time in a long while.

He got up from his seat and walked up to Wade, who was still putting away the last of what he had been using to make food, and wrapped his arms around the Alpha. He felt so good and content that he couldn’t help but start purring again.

“One of these days, your cuteness is going to melt my brain. It will dribble out of my ears and make a mess everywhere. I can’t believe you are purring again.” The Alpha gushed before lifting Peter up, so he wrapped his legs around the Alpha.

“Gross,” Peter grumbled while hiding his smile in the Alpha's neck.

“Just letting you know so you know to take responsibility. But don’t worry, darlin’, it will grow back eventually.” Wade said as he carried Peter back to the couch and sat down with Peter now straddling his lap.

“What does that even mean?” Peter asked with a confused frown.

“Ah… I guess now is a good time to tell you a bit more about myself.” The Alpha said, and Peter looked up at him with curious eyes. “You really don’t care about this at all, do you?” Wade said while pointing at his exposed face with a finger. Peter just shook his head and continued to look at Wade with curiosity. He had heard rumors about Wade's mutation while working as Spider-Man, but he was unsure which parts of the rumors were true and which were not.

“Well, while I got these lovely scars, I also unlocked my mutation, which is why I look like this and am still alive. Now I am not going to sugar coat it, Bambi… I look like this all over. Like everywhere. Top to bottom.” While Wade said this in a joking manner, Peter could once again sense how tense the Alpha was.

“What happened?” He asked while gently cradling Wade's face in his hands.

“A little bit of torture and a hell of a lot of cancer,” Wade replied in almost a whisper as he kept eye contact with Peter. “You see, I had cancer before my mutation expressed itself. Long story short, it ended up getting reeeaal bad, and the only reason I am still alive is due to my mutation. I can heal from anything and everything, which is the only thing keeping the cancer at bay, or more like the cancer is doing the healing, but let's not get into the specifics... Hence the butter face.” Wade once again pointed at his face as he said that.

Peter looked at Wade in concern, “But it doesn’t hurt?”

“Naah.” The Alpha answered dismissively, but Peter had a feeling that it was not really the whole truth.

“What does it mean when you say you can heal from anything?” He then asked.

“Well, I was once torn in half by the juggernaut? I have been shot in the head more times than I can count and lose limbs on the regular.”

Peter couldn’t help his look of horror as the Alpha was explaining all this nonchalantly, like it was just another Tuesday for him.

“Why… why would you even be in those situations?” He asked, somewhat horrified by what the Alpha was describing. Wade stopped for a moment, and Peter saw an uncomfortable realization dawn on the Alpha's face.

“Ah yeah, that… so here’s another confession. I am making a lot of those today. Kind of feels like I went to church. Anyway so I have been into mercenary work most of my life and yeah shit happens during those kinds of jobs.”

Peter could feel Wade tense up again underneath him, as if expecting Peter to react in some drastic way.

“I have heard a bit about you, actually,” Peter admitted, much to the Alphas' obvious surprise. “You have been in the news a few times, usually getting into fights with gangs and such?”

He was still a bit hesitant about what he had found out about Deadpool, as the information was kind of all over the place, and no one could really name any sort of motivation Deadpool might have had other than money.

“Look, Bambi. I am not exactly going to sugarcoat it. I have been a mercenary for almost a decade now, and most of what I have done is purely for money. As I told you before, I am not exactly a top candidate for an Alpha.” Wade looked sad as he explained this to Peter.

“Do you… Do you kill innocents for money?” Peter hesitantly asked.

“Darlin’, you really shouldn’t be looking for ways to excuse what I have done in the past. Most of it is completely inexcusable, regardless of the morals of whoever I killed.”

“I would still like to know the answer,” Peter whispered, and the Alpha let out a long sigh.

“Well, innocence is pretty subjective, so it’s not an easy question to answer. However, if we were to go by my very own very skewed and fucked up moral code then I would say no. I have not killed any innocents for money. That being said, I can’t guarantee that none got caught up in the crossfire of any of the fights that broke out due to me.”

Peter thought about it for a moment before replying, “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it?” Wade asked, visibly shocked.

“I don’t really know how to feel right now, honestly. I mean, I know the world is not black and white, and some people are beyond redemption. I learned that after… the ship incident.” Peter admitted, shifting a bit in Wade's lap, “But I don’t know if I can accept what you do for a living. I don’t really understand it all that well right now.”

Wade pulled him closer into a hug, and Peter gladly relaxed into the Alpha's embrace. They just stayed like that for a while as Peter thought the situation over a bit. His main issue was that he did not know what Deadpool’s alter ego was like, and it’s not like the Alpha would reveal that side of himself to Peter, the cute little Omega. It was at this point that Peter got an idea, one which he was not quite sure he was comfortable with.

“Would it be okay if…” He started only to trail off.

“Darlin’, I don’t care what it is you were about to ask, the answer is yes. If there is even the tiniest of a chance this could work, the answer is a resounding yes.” Wade almost immediately replied.

“But… you have no idea what I was even going to ask?”

“Don’t care. The answer is still yes. Unless it’s something you want to tell me, in which case I will gladly shut my trap and listen.” Wade pulled him into an even tighter hug as he said this.

“Umm, okay… can you give me a week? Maybe two? We could still text, but… yeah, I need some time.” He said somewhat hesitantly. He didn’t want to be apart from Wade for that long, but he really needed the time to figure things out.

“Anything for you, Bambi. Am I still allowed to send you gifts?” Wade asked, which made Peter laugh.

“Yes. You can still send me gifts, but nothing too expensive, okay?”

“Can’t promise anything.”

“Wade!”

“Okay, okay… no cars or expensive jewelry. I am still going to do my best to spoil you, though.”

“Okay.”

They parted ways soon after that, ending the morning with a walk back to Peter’s apartment complex. As Wade had not put the suit back on, Peter was free to just pull the Alpha down into a kiss before bidding him goodbye at the gate.

Chapter Text

Over the years, Peter had become quite aware that he was much less extreme with his methods than Spider-Man was with his. Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, The Hulk, and Hawkeye all had some very public records of killing people, and Peter understood that in some cases, it was just part of the job.

The plan was to bump into Deadpool while doing his rounds as Spider-Man. He didn’t need Wade to be a perfect person or have justification for everything he had done, but he also wanted to make sure that Deadpool did not go around killing innocents for money. He wanted to see how the Alpha treated people around him when he was not trying to impress anyone. Fortunately, he didn’t have work until Friday, so he was able to go out patrolling every night this week except Friday. Unfortunately, he did not manage to spot Deadpool before Friday, and he was actually becoming a bit scared that he would not even be able to find the Alpha during these two weeks he was going to be away from Wade.

Meanwhile, the gifts just kept pouring in. Mostly food, but it was sprinkled with packages of clothes, some really soft bedsheets, and the occasional article of clothing smelling of the Alpha.

“Jesus. What did he do?” MJ asked after the fifth package arrived on Tuesday. Peter gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

MJ scoffed while gesturing at the pile of packages. “Well, obviously, he must have fucked up somehow if he is sucking up to you this much?”

“Ah. Yeah, it’s not like that. We just aren’t able to meet this week, so…” Peter replied, gesturing at the packages. He felt a bit bad about lying to MJ, but he didn’t really want to explain the whole situation either.

Peter was both happy and sad when Wade did not turn up for work on Friday. He was happy because the Alpha was respecting his boundaries, but he was sad because… well, he didn’t get to see his Alpha.

He let out a sigh of relief when he ended up spotting the Alpha on one of his rounds as Spider-Man on Saturday evening. He'd almost given up meeting the man this week as his alter ego. He had sensed an attempted robbery a few blocks down, only to find that the Alpha had already incapacitated the robber and was now trying to pay for a pack of gummy bears at the counter. The clerk on the other side was almost visibly shaking as he took the money, while Deadpool told them to keep the change.

“Is everything alright here?” he asked, just to be sure and to have a reason to start a conversation with the Alpha.

“Oh em gee! It’s Spider-Man!” Deadpool instantly exclaimed when he spotted Peter, while the clerk quickly ran to the back of the store. “Just a little robbery. No worries! Already taken care of.” The Alpha said while pointing at the unconscious robber.

“Oh, is he still alive?” Peter asked hesitantly. He thought he could see the man breathing, but wanted to make sure.

“Oh yeah! Fo sure!” Deadpool said, stepping over the unconscious man on his way out of the store. “Just knocked the fuck out. Taking a temporary nap. I’m Deadpool, by the way. Big HUGE fan!”

The Alpha stuck out his hand, and for a moment, Peter only stared at it, not sure how to even respond. “Wait, fan?”

Deadpool let his hand drop down to his side, seemingly not bothered at all by Peter’s refusal to take it. “Biggest fan! Crucial distinction there. I have been trying to flag you down for a few weeks now, but you always swing away before I can get your attention. Amazing how you do that, by the way. Are the webs organic?”

“Umm… no. I make them myself… in a lab.” He replied while watching Deadpool open the bag of gummy bears. This is when he heard the approaching sirens.

“Umm… the police are about to arrive. Do you want to continue this on the roof?” He asked, and Deadpool’s masked eyes widened at the offer.

“Holy shit yes! Which roof? What time? Fuck! I left my grappling hook at home…”

The sirens were getting really close by now, so instead of answering, Peter grabbed Deadpool around the waist before effortlessly swinging them both up. Deadpool let out a girly shriek as he was pulled upwards before grabbing onto Peter with one arm and holding onto the bag of gummy bears with his other.

“Holy Mother Teresa! This is amazing.” He yelled as Peter swung them higher and higher until they finally landed on a roof. “Best way to travel ever. Sure beats my teleporter… I always puke after using that piece of shit. Cable probably calibrated it wrong on purpose, that peppermint sprinkled donut.”

“What…?”

“Never mind that! Let’s talk about you.” Deadpool said while waving his hand dismissively. “Tell me. What is your secret for staying so flexible? Is it Yoga?”

“More like a mutation. You are Deadpool, right?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation to something other than himself.

“Ooooh, Spiderman knows who I am! I could almost die happy now!” Deadpool sing-songed before extending the hand holding the gummy bears. “Gummy bear?”

“No, thank you,” Peter replied in a deadpan. “Look, I just want to know if I should expect trouble from you?”

“Trouble? ME? Naah! I am actually on an indefinite hiatus right now. Trying to turn a new leaf and all that.” Deadpool replied while pocketing the gummy bears into one of the pockets on his utility belt. “Say… You wouldn’t happen to need any help with your rounds or anything, Webs? I am really fucking bored and could use something fun to do. Helping Spider-Man would look so good on my resume.”

It was at the tip of Peter's tongue to decline Deadpool’s offer before he reconsidered. This would give him a perfect way to observe the Alpha, which was what he had come out to do in the first place.

“Sure.”

He watched Deadpool’s eyes once again widen in surprise. “Wait, really?”

Peter shrugged. “I could use the help if you're serious about your offer.”

“Serious as a heart attack! You will not regret this! I promise! Pinky promise!” Deadpool held out one of his hands with the pinky extended.

“That’s… alright. I believe you.” Peter replied, trying to sound serious while holding back his laughter at Deadpool’s antics. He couldn’t help but find them cute.

He ended up having to stop the Alpha once from shooting a purse snatcher, but otherwise, the evening went by without issues. Deadpool turned out to be surprisingly helpful as he knew a lot about where to patrol and how to spot crimes that had yet to happen.

Peter kept asking questions about Deadpool’s old jobs as they patrolled, and to his surprise, the Alpha was more than happy to share all the gory details. It turned out that most of the Alpha's recent jobs, during the past two years or so, had been connected to either gangs in New York or human trafficking rings. While the way Deadpool described handling these situations made Peter's stomach turn, he was relieved to hear that all of the jobs Deadpool talked about doing involved some really bad people.

At the end of the night, they made plans to meet up again the following Monday, much to Deadpool’s visible excitement.

***

DP: You will not BELIEVBE who I met yesterday!

DP: BELIEVE*

DP: Spoiler alert!

DP: It was SPIDERMAN!

Peter felt quite bad as he read the excited messages from Wade the next morning. He really hated lying to the Alpha like this while also pretending not to know him as Spider-Man. It just all felt so wrong, but Peter was scared, and this was the best way to ease his mind at least a little bit. Besides, Wade had said it was okay… even if he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.

Peter: That sounds cool. What was he like?

Peter cringed a bit after having sent the message. It felt wrong asking Wade about himself like that.

DP: He was amazing!!!

DP: Super nice!

DP: Took me for a ride.

DP: With his webs.

DP: Swinging. Felt like flying!!

Peter: I am happy you had fun. Please be careful, though! Make sure he does not drop you!

He cringed again at his own messages. It was so awkward trying to answer Wade in a genuine way when it came to the topic of his alter ego.

DP: He is super strong!

DP: Won’t drop me.

DP: I miss you.

Peter: I miss you, too. Give me another few days, and we can meet, okay?

DP: Take all the time you need, Bambi

DP: Don’t let my neediness pressure you

DP: I miss you like a missing limb, but I can regrow those so…

DP: Take your time!

Instead of replying with a text, Peter opted to take a picture of himself lying in his nest and send it to Wade. Before sending it, he made sure that one of the shirts Wade had sent, which smelled like the Alpha, was within the frame.

DP: OMG!!! So cute!!

DP: Is that my shirt?!

DP: Do you need another one?

DP: Nvm I am sending another one

DP: You look like an angel!

***

Peter woke up feeling a bit off on Monday morning. He might have thought he was coming down with something if it wasn’t for the fact that he no longer got sick since the mutation happened. He went through his usual classes, and by the time he got home, he was starting to feel really off. In the end, it was MJ who figured it out.

“You are going into heat.”

Peter shook his head. “I am on suppressants. Even if it was a heat, it should not feel like this.”

“Peter, you have been hanging around an Alpha this whole time. One whom I am guessing you have had sex with more than once. Even suppressants can fail, and it looks like they did in this case. It should still be much milder than your first one, but don’t expect to be able to sleep it away like you have with the other ones.” She explained, and Peter let out a frustrated groan. This was the worst possible time for his heat to come on.

He had planned to go out with Deadpool a few more times as Spider-Man this week before revealing his alter ego to the Alpha. He let out a frustrated breath while trying to figure out what to do now. As he was not feeling anything but slightly hot and tired right now, he decided that he would still meet Deadpool for the patrol tonight and just make extra sure no hormones would leak through the suit. If all went well, he would come home and call Wade to arrange to spend his heat at the Alpha's place. Having made up his mind, he went to take a quick and cold shower before sneaking out in his Spider-Man suit.

He found Deadpool exactly where they had planned to meet up last time.

“Spidey!” The Alpha shouted as he saw Peter approaching, while waving both his arms around wildly as if Peter could miss him.

“Hey, Pool. Ready for patrol?”

“Hell yeah! SOoo ready!”

Fortunately, it seemed like the city was quite calm that evening, and they mostly ended up spending the time helping old ladies cross roads, stopping a bike thief, and helping a lost child find their mother. That was until they stumbled upon an armed robbery in an alleyway. By this point, Peter was no longer feeling all that well at all, and so when the armed man suddenly took a shot at him, he was not fast enough to dodge it. Luckily, it only grazed his thigh, but before he could even react, Deadpool had shot the man in the head.

“Fucking scum.” He spat before turning to the victim and helping them stand up. “There you go. Off you go. Straight home, yeah?” The woman nods, looking terrified, before running out of the alleyway.

“Shit! Spidey? You okay over there? I thought you would have dodged that?” Deadpool asked while slowly walking Peter’s way, as if trying not to scare a wild animal.

“Yeah, today is not a good day for me. I think I am just going to be heading home, okay?” He said while backing away from Deadpool, hoping desperately that the Alpha did not smell him.

“Are you sure? I am actually super good at fixing up bullet wounds. Had some medical training in the Army.” Deadpool offered while looking at Peter in worry.

“I’m fine.” He tried to protest, but he must have spaced out a bit because suddenly the Alpha was right in front of him.

“Umm, Spidey? You smell…” Deadpool trailed off, and Peter could see him take a deep breath. “Peter?” The question was barely above a whisper from the Alpha's lips.

Peter let out a heavy sigh. “… Yeah, it’s me.”

Instantly, the Alpha knelt down to examine the wound closely before grabbing him and lifting him up in a bridal style.

“Wait! Wade! I can walk!”

“Nope!”

“Let me down!”

“Nope!”

“Wade no!”

He tried to struggle, but the Alpha would not let go of him.

“Wade, you can’t be seeing carrying Spiderman down the streets in bridal style. It’s just a graze, the bullet didn’t even directly hit me!”

“My place is just a block down. Now stop struggling and shouting if you want to remain inconspicuous.”

As Peter looked around, he realized that Wade was right and they were only a block away from the Alpha's place.

“Fine, but at least let me walk there.”

“Nope.”

“Wade!”

The Alpha proceeded to carry him all the way to the apartment complex and up the elevator, finally putting him down when they reached the couch in Wade's living room.

“Stay right there. I shall be back shortly.” The Alpha told him while disappearing into one of the bathrooms. He returned shortly with a first aid kit and sat down on the floor in front of Peter.

“So, either you take these very hot, very tight pants off, or I am going to have to rip an even bigger hole in them,” Wade said while Peter tried to discern the Alpha's actual mood. Wade didn’t seem to be angry or disappointed, but that could easily be an act.

“Are you mad?” He asked hesitantly.

“What? Why would I be mad? Well, I am mad… mad that you got shot and that I wasn’t fast enough to stop it, but I am not mad at you!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, none of that. You have nothing to be sorry for! Now off with the pants.” The Alpha replied, trying to reassure him while also trying to tug off the pants.

“It’s a full suit. Can’t just take off the pants.” Peter replied.

“Well, good thing, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before underneath, so… off with it!”

Peter let out another heavy sigh. “Wade… I’m going into heat.”

He saw the Alpha freeze in front of him before slowly looking up towards Peter. Realizing that his mask was still on, Peter quickly tugged it off. He saw Wade's head tilt slightly, most likely catching the much clearer scent coming off of Peter now.

“Why the fuck were you out while going into heat?” The Alpha exclaimed, making Peter flinch back at the loud question. “Oh shit! Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to shout. Fucking hell, you scared me tonight and now I find out you are going into heat and still went out and got shot? Come on, please take off the suit so I can look at that wound.”

This was when Peter finally realized that Wade was not angry or disappointed at him, no. The Alpha had been scared for him this whole time while trying to keep his cool about it.

“Umm, yeah, one sec.” He mumbled before hitting the spider emblem and letting the suit fall off him. Although Wade had seen him naked before, it still felt slightly awkward to be sitting in front of the Alpha in only his boxer briefs.

“Okay, let’s see that wound of yours.” The Alpha said while taking hold of Peter’s ankle and turning his leg to the side. The wound did not look all that bad and had already stopped bleeding, but Peter let the Alpha clean and bandage the wound anyway. It would hopefully calm and satiate Wade's instincts to take care of his Omega's wound like this.

“It’s going to be a scab tomorrow and disappear in a few days,” Peter admitted softly once Wade was done. “Thank you, Alpha.”

“Okay, so heat! Do you want me to take you home? You would need to borrow some clothes, though, but that can be arranged. Hmm… maybe some food as well and…”

“Wade!” Peter exclaimed, cutting off the Alpha's rambling. “I was going to ask to come here after I had gone home tonight. Since I am already here, I figured I could… maybe stay? …Unless you don’t want me to, in which case I can go home.”

“There's is no fucking way I would ever say no to that Bambi. I would love, love, LOVE to spend your heat with you!”

Peter looked down at his clasped hands guiltily. “But I lied to you.”

“Darlin’, you really don’t need to worry about that. I expected you to look me up online, ask around for information, or something else along those lines. I did not expect you to use an alter ego to suss me out. That’s fucking resourceful. I’m not mad. I’m Impressed!” Wade gushed at Peter. “Besides, you could have put a tracker on me, bugged my house, or done any number of things, and as long as it meant I got to keep you in the end, I would have been happy.”

“Was going to do it for a bit longer, a few more meetups, but then this heat came out of nowhere. Which is your fault, by the way.” Peter grumbled only to let out a squeak as he was promptly lifted up and deposited in the Alpha's lap.

“And I am more than happy to take responsibility. Now, what kind of heat are we talking about here, baby boy? I am guessing by how lucid you are that it’s not going to be like the first one?”

“Umm… no. It is a heat that has broken through the suppressants, so I don’t want to do it alone, but I should be lucid throughout it all. It’s my first actual heat since that first time.” Peter admitted sheepishly.

“Well, I would be super happy to revisit some of the highlights from that first heat only with you lucid this time. Good thing we can order food online and have it delivered to the door. Now tell me, darlin’, is there anything specific I should get for your heat?” Wade asked while Peter curled up in his lap.

“Just food and water are fine. Don’t need anything else.”

“Okay, let’s get that out of the way,” Wade said while shifting to the side and pulling out his phone to make the order. “Do you need to call anyone and tell them where you are?”

“Oh yeah. I should tell MJ. Umm, I don’t keep my phone with me during my rounds as Spiderman. Can I…?” Before he could even finish the question, there was a phone thrust into his hand.

He made a quick call to MJ, telling her that he would be away for the duration of his heat and reassuring her that he was fine. Fortunately, she did not ask too many questions that would have been awkward to answer while sitting in Wade’s lap.

“Okay, I’m done. Thank you.” With that, he handed the phone back to Wade, who finished his shopping list and placed the order.

“Food and stuff should be here in a few hours. In the meantime, how about we move over to the bedroom?” Without waiting for a reply, Wade stood up with Peter still in his arms and walked them over to the bedroom. Once there, he carefully placed Peter on the bed before getting a veritable mountain of soft blankets and pillows for Peter to make a nest out of.

“That’s a lot of blankets,” Peter noted as Wade made a second trip into the walk-in closet to get another pile of blankets for him.

“Had to make sure my Omega would have something to nest with. Although I admit that I might have gone a bit overboard while daydreaming about you making a nest in my bed.” Wade admitted while staring at the massive pile now taking up half the bed.

Peter took hold of one of the blankets, surprised at just how soft it was. “Thank you, Alpha.” He whispered before getting to work. It took him the better part of half an hour to distribute everything the way he wanted, until he was finally satisfied with the result. He then instantly turned to Wade, who had been watching him while leaning against a wall, and let out a whine.

“All done, darlin’?” Wade asked as he moved closer.

“Need it to smell like you,” Peter replied and sighed in relief as the Alpha climbed into the nest.

“We kind of skipped most of this part last time, huh?” Wade whispered as he pulled Peter close to him. “My sweet, sleepy little Omega.”

Instead of replying, Peter replied with purring as he snuggled up to the Alpha.

“So cute! Love those little purrs of yours. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.”

They stayed like that for a while, with Peter drifting in and out of consciousness, until at one point, Wade started to pull away. Peter instantly let out a distressed whine as the Alpha was trying to untangle himself.

“Jesus, you have a strong grip. Guess now I know why, huh?” Wade said, still trying to get out of bed. “Bambi, I need to go get the food and put it away. Once I am done, I will be right back, okay?”

Reluctantly, Peter let him go but still threw the Alpha a disgruntled look as the man climbed out of the nest.

“You look like an angry kitten, baby boy. I will be right back!” With that, the Alpha left the room. While Peter knew intellectually that the Alpha needed to go put away the food and water he had ordered, his instincts still protested at not having the Alpha in his line of sight anymore. Feeling himself grow restless, he buried his face into the spot Wade had been lying on, trying to calm his instincts with the scent of the Alpha.

Fortunately, Wade came back before Peter’s instincts got bad enough to get him to leave his nest. Wade was carrying a bag of something in one hand and a pack of six water bottles in the other. As soon as the Alpha had set the items down next to the bed, Peter took hold of his arm and pulled the man into the nest.

“Whoa! I think I just found a new kink for being manhandled by a twink half my size.” The Alpha muttered from where he had landed face-first in the nest. “I can already come up with at least half a dozen sexy ways to use that strength of yours.”

“Stay,” Peter mutters as he tries to wrap himself around the Alpha.

“There is literally nowhere else I would rather be, darlin’.” The Alpha said as he turned to pull Peter close to his chest. “You’d have to pry me off with a crowbar.”

As Peter snuggled closer to Wade, he started to nuzzle his neck, only to be met with the Alpha's mask and let out a disappointed sigh. He didn’t want to ask the Alpha to take it off, but at the same time, he really wanted it gone.

“Want me to take it off, baby boy?”

“Please?”

He leaned forward to kiss the Alpha as soon as the mask was gone.

“You are truly precious, you know that?” The Alpha said once they finally came up for air. Instead of replying, Peter snuggled up closer to the Alpha and just enjoyed the calm before the storm.

It didn’t even take a full hour from then before he started to feel restless and horny. He let out a low whine as he shifted around, trying to get comfortable again, but nothing he did could get rid of the feeling of wrong.

“Do you want some water, Bambi? Should probably get you to drink one before the full heat kicks in.” Wade said before leaning over the edge of the nest and picking up a bottle.

“Thanks,” Peter muttered before draining the whole bottle in one go. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he had been before Wade had handed him the water bottle. He felt too warm and uncomfortable in his own skin, but the scent of Wade, of Alpha, made him want to rub all over the man next to him. So, that was exactly what he did as he climbed into the Alpha's lap. He let out a short purr as he felt the Alpha's arms circle him, pulling him tighter against the man's chest.

“Starting to feel restless, huh?” Wade muttered before grabbing Peter’s ass and using his grip to pull Peter forward, making their erections grind together.

With a moan, Peter started to make small grinding movements, feeling his skin heating up more and more with each passing moment. Realizing that he was quickly heading towards a full-blown heat and would soon lose any sense of self-control he had, Peter promptly decided to change his position. He slid down the Alpha's body and nuzzled the prominent bulge in the man's pants.

“If you had any idea what you look like right now, baby boy. You want to get your mouth on me, huh?” Wade asked, and Peter gave an eager nod before licking a stripe up the clothed erection.

“Darlin’, not that that isn’t hot as the sun, but my suit ain't exactly clean. Let me just get this belt undone, and we can get something much better for you to get your mouth on, yeah.” With that, Wade quickly undid his belt and lifted up to pull his pants down just enough to reveal the Alpha's cock and balls.

Not wasting any time, Peter quickly crawled closer, licking a stripe up the Alphas cock before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking. “Fuck that feels amazing. You keep doing that while looking like that and I am going to come faster than a prepubescent boy getting his dick touched for the first time.”

Peter’s brows furrowed a bit at that as he pulled off the cock. “No mention of children during sex, please. Besides, even if you do come, it’s not like you can’t just keep going.” Before swallowing down as much of the Alphas cock as he could manage without choking.

“Jesus! Okay, yeah, you got a point there, Bambi. Fuck! Just warning you that I am about to blow just from the visual overload alone.”

Peter felt the Alpha's hand on the back of his head and moaned in encouragement.

“You really like it a bit rough, huh? Want me to fuck that sweet mouth of yours?” Wade asked in a husky voice, and Peter let out another moan, hoping to convey that yes, that is exactly what he liked. “I’d say we should set up some sort of tapping system if you wanted to stop, but I realize you can easily stop me if you felt like it, right?”

Peter once again lifted his head off of the cock in front of him to answer. “I could easily throw you across the room or break your bones just by gripping them too tightly. Now please fuck my mouth.”

“That is so hot.” The Alpha muttered before tightening the grip he had on Peter’s hair and holding him still. “You look so good like that. Having your mouth wrapped around my cock, used for my pleasure.” Wade said as he fucked up into Peters mouth. Peter felt the hand on the back of his head tense up as the Alpha pushed further into his mouth, making him choke around the cock. “Fuck darlin’ you look so good choking on my cock. You going to cry those pretty little tears for me again?”

Peter let out a moan at that as he could already feel some prickling in his eyes as he looked up towards Wade. The Alpha set a pretty punishing pace after that, frequently forcing his cock so far down Peter’s throat that it made him choke on it. Soon enough, Peter could feel the tears running down his face from all the abuse his throat was getting, but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

He used his hands to circle Wade’s still-growing knot, and heard the Alpha let out a low appreciative groan. Wade reached his climax soon after, coming down Peter’s throat and filling his mouth with the warm, salty cum.

“So perfect for me,” Wade said as he pulled Peter off of his cock and up, so he was sitting in the Alpha's lap again. Peter pulled the Alpha into a kiss and let out a needy whine as he ground against the Alpha’s cock.

“Okay, we should probably remove these, yeah.” The Alpha said while sliding his fingers under the waistband of Peter's underwear. Peter happily lifted up so Wade could remove his underwear before being guided back into the Alpha's lap. He let out another needy whine as he felt Wade’s fingers at his entrance, as he had no patience to let the Alpha finger him right now.

“Please…” He begged while lifting up a bit and letting the Alpha's cock slide in between his cheeks.

Instead of replying, Wade took a hold of his waist and swiftly sat him down on said cock. Peter let out small breathy noises as he felt the cock fill him up, and instantly started moving his hips, wanting more. He could feel the still half-formed knot at his entrance and couldn’t help but feel frustrated that it was not currently locked in him. So he tried to push down hard enough to get the knot in him, but was unsuccessful due to the Alpha's hold on his hips.

“Baby boy, I don’t want to hurt you,” the Alpha ground out, holding onto Peter’s hips to prevent him from moving too much.

Peter let out a disappointed whine at that. “Please, Alpha. You won’t hurt me. Please…”

He heard Wade let out a curse as the Alpha eased his grip on Peter's hips. Instantly, Peter used the Alpha's shoulders as a purchase and ground down on the knot. It took him a few tries, but seeing how wet he was, not to mention the fact that he was in heat, he finally sank down on the knot with a relieved moan. Immediately, the Alpha's arms circled around his waist again, helping him grind down and ride the rapidly forming knot until they were finally locked together.

“Going to fuck you for several days straight. Can’t wait to fill you up like last time.” Wade said between heavy breaths as he came inside of Peter.

“Took me days to get it all out last time,” Peter murmured, making the Alpha let out another groan. “I liked the reminder.”

“I swear you are going to be the death of me. Not even immortality can save me from what you do to me.” The Alpha said before burying his face in Peter’s neck and biting into it gently. Peter let out a breathy moan and exposed more of his neck for Wade. He then felt the Alpha undoing the clasp on his collar before removing it and placing it somewhere out of sight.

“Let’s remove this for now. I want to have unhindered access to that delicious neck of yours.” Wade said before biting into Peter’s neck again. An Omega’s neck was one of the most sensitive parts of their body, not to mention it was where mating bites were placed. While Peter should have felt scared of exposing such a vulnerable part of himself to the Alpha, he trusted Wade completely and trusted the Alpha not to bite too hard. He wanted a mating bite in the future, but he also wanted to talk about things before then.

They stayed like that until Wade’s knot had gone down enough for them to separate. After slipping out, Wade changed their positions so they were lying side by side with Peter’s back against the Alpha’s chest before pushing back into him. What followed was another lazy fuck as the Alpha sucked marks into Peter’s neck and ran his hands all over Peter’s body, paying special attention to his sensitive nipples. They fell asleep soon after Wade had knotted him for the second time.

Peter was unsure how long they managed to sleep before he woke up, this time in full heat. Wade had slipped out of him sometime during their nap, and Peter let out a whine, which quickly woke the Alpha up.

“Alpha, please…” Peter begged, feeling the overwhelming need to be fucked and knotted by the Alpha.

“Shh, let me take care of you. On your knees.” The Alpha commanded, and Peter quickly scrambled to comply. A hand landed between his shoulder blades, pushing his face down into the mattress so that only his ass was still up in the air. The Alpha mounted him a moment later, setting a fast and punishing pace as he fucked into Peter.

This pretty much set the tone for the rest of Peter’s heat. He was happy to discover that his memories were correct and Wade could indeed fuck him through his whole heat. He spent more time on the knot than off of it. The only time the Alpha set a gentler pace was when he was trying to feed Peter or when he fucked Peter as the Omega slept.

He was also happy to note that Wade had at some point gotten rid of the rest of his suit and spent most of Peter’s heat naked with him. The Alpha was currently napping next to Peter, whose heat had finally broken some hours ago. Peter himself was just relaxing and basking in the afterglow of the heat. His whole body felt like it was humming with lazy pleasure, and he let out a low groan as he stretched out in the nest. He felt one of Wade's arms land around his waist, pulling him flush against the man's chest as the Alpha lazily nuzzled his neck.

“Good… morning?” Peter said, while looking around and trying to spot what time of day it might be. The Windows were completely blacked out with blinds, so he couldn’t even tell if it was light outside.

“Shh… too early to get up.” The Alpha replied sleepily into Peter's neck.

“What time is it even?” Peter muttered.

“Too early.”

Seeing as the Alpha was not inclined to actually answer Peter, he gave in and cuddled up to the Alpha, taking another nap.

The next time they woke up, Peter was no longer feeling quite as blissful and was instead starting to desperately wish for a shower. He was absolutely filthy and his thighs were completely covered in dried cum and slick. He felt the arm around his waist tighten as he tried to get out of bed.

“Wade. I really need a shower.” He tried only for the Alpha to grumble in protest. He felt a bit bad for disturbing Wade, as the Alpha was undoubtedly exhausted after several days of almost nonstop sex, but he really couldn’t stay like this for any longer. “Wade… Alpha… I need a shower, so you need to let go of me.”

Wade finally let go of him, stretching out fully on the bed, and Peter couldn’t help but study the man’s body appreciatively. The Alpha was muscular in a way Peter had never seen before. The muscle definition must have been the result of Wade’s mutation, as there was no way it would be this defined in a relaxed state otherwise. Peter had abs himself thanks to his mutation, but they only showed after he exercised, and otherwise his belly looked flat and soft. Wade, however, looked like he was in peak physical condition, muscles bulging as if he had just done a heavy full-body workout.

Peter ran a hand appreciatively down the Alpha's chest, letting it glide over all the muscles now in full display. While every inch of Wade was fully covered in scars, his body was still almost like a work of art.

“Enjoying the view?” Wade asked with a smirk, and Peter replied without hesitation. “Yes.”

“You really do, don’t you?” The Alpha asked in a softer voice. “So what is this I hear about a shower? Wanting to get rid of my scent already?”

Peter snorted at that before pointedly looking down at himself. “The scent of your cum is going to cling to me for days. I know this, as that is what happened last time. Thank god my aunt is a beta and could not smell it.”

“Well, in that case… How about a bath instead?” Wade asked before climbing out of the nest. “I think I might even have some bath bombs.”

Peter quickly climbed out of the nest as well, following the Alpha into the bathroom. The bathtub was much larger than what Peter had at home, and they would have no issues fitting in it despite Wade’s size. Sure enough, Wade did have some bath bombs, and he happily left Peter to pick one out while he started the bath. In the end, Peter picked out a pink one that smelled somewhat fruity, and they set it aside as they waited for the massive tub to fill up.

“How about you bend over for me and let me make sure everything is alright with that sweet ass of yours.” The Alpha almost casually asked. It wasn’t until Peter had already complied that he realized the Alpha just wanted to see Peter’s abused hole and shove his fingers in there.

“Wade…” He half heartedly complained as he felt two of the Alpha's fingers enter him, stretching his hole and making a large amount of cum run out. Some of it landed on the bathroom tiles with a wet noise while the rest ran down Peter’s already filthy thighs.

“You look so fucking pretty like this baby boy.” The Alpha said, eyes still glued to where his fingers were fucking into Peter. As Peter looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror with Wade’s massive figure standing behind him, he couldn’t help the small pleased noise that escaped him or the twitching of his hips.

“So perfect for me.” The Alpha said before pulling his fingers out and slapping Peter’s ass. “Come on, darlin’. The bath is just about ready, so let’s drop in the bath bomb and climb in.”

Peter pouted at that as the Alpha had just worked him up and now left him like that. Wade just laughed at seeing the pout on Peter’s face and climbed into the tub. The bath bomb was already dissolving in the water, quickly turning it pink. Peter sighed in relief as he sank into the bath before his back was pulled up against Wade’s wide chest. He let his head fall back and relaxed against the Alpha.

They sat like that, just relaxing for some time, until Peter felt one of Wade's hands start to wander again. It started by stroking his knee and slowly made its way up his inner thigh before starting to prod at his entrance.

“Wade…” Peter whined as he had just managed to completely calm down from the previous time the Alpha had teased him.

“Just helping clean you up.” The Alpha responded, sounding amused and husky. “No point in washing up if you are going to leak all over your thighs again minutes later, yeah?”

Peter decided to just spread his legs wider as he felt the Alpha's fingers enter him again. It felt good after all, and if the Alpha decided to just tease again, Peter could always take matters into his own hands. Soon enough, he was slowly pushing back against the fingers inside of him while letting out breathy sounds.

“Wade, please…” He begged, as he wanted to get fucked by the Alpha but Wade shook his head.

“Can’t exactly knot you in the bathtub. Do you think you can come like this? On my fingers?” He asked before adding a third finger. Peter just moaned in response and continued to grind down against the fingers. He felt Wade's other arm come up to his neck, tilting it to the side before it slipped down to play with his nipples. A moment later, he felt Wade's teeth biting down on his neck, strong enough to leave a bruise but not strong enough to break skin, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

Wade then massaged some shampoo into Peter’s hair, which felt heavenly, before rinsing it and washing them both off with a washcloth. When they finally climbed out of the bath, Peter felt much cleaner. Wade quickly wrapped him up in a fluffy white towel before toweling himself off.

“I don’t know about you, but I could really do with some tacos right now,” Wade said, and Peter quickly agreed. His enhanced metabolism was not happy with him at the moment, and even though Wade had done a great job of making sure Peter ate during his heat, he was absolutely starving.

Wade dressed up in some sweatpants and a hoodie while handing Peter another one of his hoodies. As Peter was much smaller than Wade, the hoodie was more like a dress on him, falling to just below his knees. Wade had already placed an order on his phone by the time Peter had gotten dressed and joined the Alpha in the living room.

Sitting down on the couch, he spotted his discarded Spider-Man costume on the floor, suddenly remembering that there was a serious conversation to be had. Picking up the discarded costume, he folded it up neatly and put it on the living room table as he waited for Wade to join him on the couch. The Alpha was in the kitchen, rooting around the cupboards and fridge, seemingly putting together some snacks and drinks for them to enjoy while they waited for the takeout to arrive.

“So, Spider-Man, huh?” Wade asked as he put down several bowls of snacks and fruit, together with a large bottle of water. “What are the odds that my favorite Omega turned out to be my favorite Superhero?”

“Pretty good, it seems.” Peter quipped back while reaching for some snacks. He really was starving right now.

“Well, you definitely have the best ass out of everyone. Although Captain America comes close! Oh damn… that means that you are like super fucking flexible right?” Wade asked with a leer, and Peter punched him on the shoulder in retaliation. “Ouch! Wait… that means I really wasn’t imagining it when you seemed way stronger than normal! How much can you even lift?”

Peter shrugged a bit at this. “I haven’t really tested it out, but like a lot. I have lifted a whole truck, stopped a moving car, and lifted steel beams. Honestly, none of it has felt super difficult, so I don’t even know how much I can lift.”

“That is soooo damn cool! I can think of at least fifteen different ways off the top of my head on how we can exploit that strength for some X-rated fun.”

Peter punched Wade in the shoulder again while trying to hide his blush. Wade didn’t even flinch from the punch and just continued to babble.

“Oh, and your ability to stick to walls! That is like revolutionary! We could have sex on the ceiling!”  

Peter buried his flaming face in his hands. “Wade, please…”

The Alpha just laughed and pulled him into a one-handed embrace. “What about your webs? Are they organic?”

“No, I already told you I make them in a lab,” Peter replied and bent forward to pick up one of the web shooters. “I use these to shoot them out.”

Wade carefully takes the web shooter in his hand, examining it with open interest. “Holy shit this is amazing! You designed this?”

“…Yes.”

“Fuck you are smart. Like genius-level smart.”

Peter felt a wave of relief as he could hear the open awe and admiration in the Alpha's voice. While he had not really believed Wade to be intimidated by his intelligence, he had still been apprehensive. A lot of Alphas would have hated that Peter was smarter and stronger than they were, but Wade only expressed admiration and happiness.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Wade quickly got up, while pulling the hood up to somewhat hide his face. The exchange with the courier was short, and Wade soon returned with a huge pile of food.

“So you are really not mad or bothered by the fact that I’m Spider-Man?”

“Uhh… I should be asking you that. Are you really not bothered by who I am? You are an angel among us mere mortals. I can’t for the life of me understand why someone like you would be interested in a piece of shit like me.”

Peter frowned at Wade’s nonchalant tone as he degraded himself. “Your way of doing things might not be something I completely agree with, but I am not naïve enough to not see the benefits of it. Even the Avengers have blood on their hands, so it’s a bit hypocritical to hold you to a much higher standard.”

“Darlin’, there is a pretty big difference between what someone like Captain America has done and what my past entails. I am not exactly known for my restraint.” Wade argued.

“But you have done more damage to gangs than any other superhero out there. I know at least two of the ones I heard about entailed some form of Omega trafficking, which, while horrible, seems to be below what any of the Avengers would care about. I think that there are probably many Omegas out there who are more thankful to you than any of the Avengers.”

“I got paid to kill those people!” Wade seemed determined to argue back, but Peter just shrugged.

“If I were an Omega in one of those situations, which I was! I would not care about that at all and just be happy that someone helped me out of that situation. But if it bothers you that much, then you are more than welcome to join me during my rounds and perhaps do a job like that free of charge in the future? I would be more than happy to help as Spider-Man, but we would need to leave the cleanup to the police in that case.”

Wade seemed to be speechless at Peter’s response, with his mouth slightly parted, and Peter took that opportunity to shove a small piece of taco in his mouth. “Stop arguing with me and eat. I have already made the decision to stay.”

Peter let out a squeak as he was suddenly picked up and deposited into the Alpha's lap. Strong arms wrapped around his body, hugging him against Wade’s chest.

“You are so damned precious, I’m going to spoil you rotten,” Wade whispered in his ear.

“Wade! I don’t need you to spend more money on me!” Peter protested, but Wade didn’t seem to be listening as he murmured something about a trip to Thailand, a boat, and something about panties, which made Peter blush again. He resigned himself to trying to curb Wade’s spending as much as possible in the future while already knowing that he would fail more often than not.

Still, he couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest as he sat there, in his Alpha's lap, smiling and happy. He had a feeling that despite the inevitable difficulties ahead, everything would work out eventually.