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Peter adjusted his bag. He'd had a long day. He was exhausted and, maybe, feeling just a bit sick. He groggily made his way down an alley trying to get home as soon as possible. He was so exhausted he didn't even notice the buzzing in his head trying to warn him of danger, or the shadowy figure following him. Peter turned the wrong direction, into a dead end, and realises his mistake. He turns, only then noticing the shadow behind him, who he can not properly see due to the poor leftover lighting from street lamps, and his grogginess. Turns out the slight buzzing in his head has been his Spidey sense and not a headache. Oops.

"Uh, hello there buddy?" he calls to the shadowed thing.

"Hello, Peter Parker: nineteen year old journalist, hottie, and great friend of old tin man. Unfortunately that friendship has pissed some baddies off and they've paid little ole me to come and give you a surprise visit. Yay! Well Yay for me; this sucks for you kid." Peter immediately recognized the voice of course. It belonged to his, kinda but not really because Mr. Stark would kill him, friend. Deadpool.

Peter groaned. He felt like the small meal he'd been able to stomach at lunch was about to land in between him and Deadpool on the disgusting alley ground. He turned his brown doe eyes towards the other.

"Please can we not do this?" His voice sounded small, the exact opposite of how he intended it to. He adjusted his hand getting ready to shoot webs, but only if he absolutely needed to. He was way too tired and had little to no patience.

Wade was a bit taken aback by this nerd with the bubble butt. No, he had not been checking it out the whole time he was following the brunette!.... Okay maybe he had been but that's completely irrelevant. The point was, this kid, who probably weighed less than a buck fifty, was talking back to him like he wasn't the least bit scared.

"I'm sorry? Maybe you don't know me? I'm Deadpool, merc with a mouth, killer for hire, billionaire playboy philanthropist...-wait that last one isn't me... but I'm here to, yknow, unalive you kid." He drew his gun aiming it at the shorter male. Deadpool began slightly squeezing the trigger.

"Wait! Maybe you could, like, not kill me? I mean it'd be pretty great. Plus, you really don't want to fight me, okay? " Peter was kind of over this whole interaction already. Wade was his friend, and he loved being around him! However, right now, with his head pounding and the dire need for a nap, he just wanted to be left alone.

Wade let up on the trigger for a moment. Was this little twink challenging him? 

{I think he is.}

[ KILL HIM! ]

Wade’s eyes darkened with excitement 

"Little Petey, I have no room to say this, but you should really watch your mouth." Then he pulled the trigger at the brown eyed boy.

In an instant Peter had webbed Wade's arm to the wall, the gun firing uselessly into the sky. If this were a real situation the mercenary probably would've just cut his arm off, but once he realised what just happened, he stilled. Wade took in every detail of the younger man that he could. His clothes were just a bit too big, making him look smaller. Wade gazed at his curly hair that was pushed to one side of his face, then at his big brown eyes. He watched the way his cheeks reddened as he panicked, and was entranced by the way his mouth was moving.

{He’s talking to you, idiot.}

Oops.

"Wade, I told you, and now -!" he was freaking out mumbling to himself about how he would ever fix this and, even worse, having to tell Mr. Stark about it. He was gonna be so grounded. Wade was rather speechless at the moment, which was completely unusual for him. His mind was racing and the voices in his head weren't helping.

"Baby boy?" Wade managed to ask, though he knew the truth. Luckily, his voice seemed to snap the younger male out of his panic, if only for a moment. Brown eyes locked with masked ones.

"Mr. Stark is actually going to kill me! I'm gonna be so grounded!” his hands flew to his hair, pulling the curls nervously and trying to calm himself. His movements paused for a moment as he seemed to come to a realisation.

“He's gonna take away my suit again." The young man was hyperventilating once more. Eyes still locked on Wade's. An accusing look passing his features for a split second before being replaced with the same panicked one he wore moments before.

Peter went to help take away the webbing on Wade's hand. Holding the same wrist that was previously captured, he started attempting to drag the taller man along.

"Come on, come on." he ushered.

"Baby boy, hold on! I'm all for being spontaneous, but Where are we going?" Wade asked. Fully clad in his suit, it would look bad if he was with Peter, while the young man was out of costume. Sure, he helped civilians all the time, but they weren't usually very touchy with him and Peter had a death grip on his arm. Brown eyes sideways glanced at him but the shorter man continued on.

"We have to go to Mr. Stark right now. He's going to wanna know who hired you. Ugh and po- I mean Mr. Rogers is gonna be mad that I was out past curfew. This is the worst..."

"Do you live at the tower, Petey pie? Man I knew old tin man was protective of you but I didn't know he was this protective. Yeesh!" Wade laughed and Peter wished he could return the gesture, but Maaaan! He was in really big trouble.

They arrived at Stark tower, Tony waiting for them in the lobby. Friday had already informed him that his son was coming with Wade Wilson.

"Peter. Care to explain?" He eyed his son. Fixing him with a glare that dared him to try and lie.

"Da-Mr. Stark I really didn't mean to! I was so tired and he said he was hired to kill me and-" Peter was cut off by Friday.

"Sir, Peter seems to be running a fever, his heart rate is 130 bpm higher than normal, and a full body scan suggests he may have contracted a common virus. Also Mr. Rogers has entered the elevator and it seems his destination is this lobby." Tony sighs and rubs between his eyes.

"Thank you, Friday" Tony waved a hand towards the ceiling in dismissal as the elevator dings. Steve steps out and scans the room until his eyes lock on Peter. He jogs over and nearly crushes the lithe boy.

"You're burning up, son! Why were you out so late?! I was worried sick! Your dad said you'd be back an hour ago. You know I hate when you’re out past curfew. " he held Peter close. Finally noticing the mercenary in the room he looked at Tony and shruged sheepishly. 

"Pops, I'm okay! Come on." he mumbles into the strong chest, but makes no effort to move. Wade watched the interaction, confused.

{They’re his biological parents. God, you are stupid.}

[What would you ever do without us?]

"Peter's file says he's an orphan and his parents are long gone, capsicle. So who's daddy?" Wade grins. Tony groans.

"Not the time, Wilson. Why are you here?" Tony asked, crossing his arms.

"Ah, some mean old guys paid me to unalive your sweet Petey Pie over there. They gave me hella money so y'know whatever. Plus, I figured it would be funny to make you mad. How was I supposed to know it was everyone's favorite spider boy? Obviously I wouldn't have taken the job if I knew. It'd be a crime to rid the world of that ass." Steve glared at him.

[Amen to that]

"And what makes you believe that Peter is Spiderman?" Tony questioned with confidence.

"Look, I had no idea until baby boy webbed my hand to a wall. Side note," He said turning to Peter. “ Very kinky. Loved that.” Tony turned to Peter, still wrapped up in Steve's arms.

"Peter Benjamin! Why would you use your powers one: out of your suit, and two: against a stranger?" Peter mumbled something into his Dorito dad's chest miserably. 

"What was that, kid?" Peter lifted his head.

"He shot me first," Peter whined. Tony was too old for this, and Steve spoiled the kid too much. Tony sighed, exasperated. 

"What do you want, Wilson?" Tony questioned. Wade, who had momentarily zoned out, responded halfheartedly.

"Kinda want Mexican food right now TBH. I'm starving."

"Ugh, no, god. I meant to keep you from telling anyone Spiderman's identity. People would pay good money for that information and I can see that's where your loyalty lies. "

“I’m almost offended by that accusation.” 

Wade thought for a moment.

{ask for money.}

[Ask him to make you an iron man suit!]

{Ask him to find a way to keep you permanently dead}

[Ask him if we can eat Spidey’s ass!] 

“Shut the fuck up.” Wade grumbled. The super family were all looking at him, waiting for an answer. He cleared his throat.

"Dates. As many as I want, whenever I want, however long I want. With the webbed wonder over there, of course!" Steve gawked.

"No way! I'm not letting you near our son! He's a good boy! And you kill people!" Steve yelled outraged.

"Oh? Like you haven't?”

“That’s different!”

 “Why? Cause you weren’t getting paid? That’s on you honey." Wade cocked his waist and put his ahnd on his hip "Plus~ I know his identity and, now, I know who his real parents are," Wade said matter of factly.

"Tony, we can not let this happen." Steve said frantically.

"Doesn't anyone care about my opinion!? It's not a big deal, just some dates! It’s not like he’s asking for my hand in marriage or something! It's a small price to pay. Plus, Wade isn't the worst person to hang out with" Wade tried not to get too excited about the, sort of, compliment. Peter detached himself from his pops and held out his hand for Wade to shake.

"I'll do it." he assured as they sealed the deal.

"I'd rather be sealing this with a kiss sweetheart but this is good enough for now. "

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The next day Peter was distracted. His dads forced him to stay home from school because of his high temperature from the night before but he was far from bored. All day his brain was thinking about his 'dates' with Wade. The first one was to occur tonight, before Peter's nightly patrol of New York. The young man had assured his parents he was feeling much better today. Definitely well enough to patrol, and consequently, go on his contracted date. Peter had argued that this whole fiasco wasn't his fault, because if he didn't use his powers he would literally have died. He ended up getting to keep his suit, but he was still in trouble with his pops for coming home after curfew. His punishment was no experiments in the labs for a week.

Peter decided to shower before the date, not because he was trying to impress anyone. Not at all. He just wanted to feel clean before patrolling. That’s it. Wade hadn't really specified if he wanted Peter to already be suited up for their date or not, but he figured dates were usually a cause to dress more nicely. He ended up spending a little too long picking out an outfit. He finally settled on a light blue sweater, with a black and white flannel underneath, some basic jeans and some white converse. It was pretty similar to what he usually wore, but it looked good on him, so he went with it. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it; as the saying goes. He tried not to overthink it. He tenderly stuffed his Spidey suit into his old beat up backpack, and walked over to the window in his room. This window was altered to specifically cater to his spidey needs. He gingerly began climbing down the exterior wall of Stark Tower before swinging onto another tall building nearby. Up so high, it was very unlikely anyone could see him properly. Especially since the sun had begun to set and it was already quite dark out. He swung his way to the agreed upon building top. It was a familiar one. They typically met up for patrols or hung out there afterwards .

Peter landed softly, seeing a fully clad Deadpool. He felt under dressed. It occured to the young hero that he hadn't ever actually seen Wade out of his suit. He felt silly for assuming he'd want the younger to be dressed casually.

"You didn't, um,  really say I had to wear my suit, and I thought it didn't matter, considering you already know what I look like... Sorry! I-I have it in my bag- of course you probably already knew that since we're patrolling afterwards, but I can change now if you want. " Peter shuffled awkwardly. Holding his arm and avoiding eye contact. He had no reason to be nervous! He knew Wade. Sort of. He could just think of this as a regular hang out but the word date hung heavy in his mind.

"Who knew Spiderman was such a mess under the mask right? Sorry to be so disappointing... " Peter laughed awkwardly trying to lighten the tension that he felt.

Wade furrowed his brows in confusion.

{He’s pretty awkward, huh?}

[It’s cute! He’s nervous around us! That means he must want to impress us! Let’s make sure he likes us too. Though, that’ll be hard since it’s you we’re working with]

{Yeah, you definitely have your work cut out for you. Don’t fuck it up, Wade.}

 His baby boy was very different without the guise of his mask. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed this nervous mess was The Spiderman. Where was his usual confidence and sass? Wade was absolutely eating it up.

"Baby boy, you're killing me. I wish I could devour you right here but I don't think that's on the list of first date etiquette. We're going by the rule book, sweetheart."Wade procured a bouquet from Odin knows where. He offered it to the shorter man and ruffled his hair when he accepted the gift.

"Thank you." Peter replied genuinely, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Wait, so you aren't, um, underwhelmed?"

"Baby boy, are you joking? You look like you're straight out of some heavenly wet dream. Man, If I knew you looked like this before, my late night Spidey fantasies would have been so much better!" Peter nearly choked, though he was, somewhat, used to Wade's typical conversation topics, out of his mask, he felt vulnerable.

"So, Um, what are we gonna do tonight?" Peter asked, attempting to change topics quickly.

"Oh, yeah! Shit, honey! That gorgeous face nearly distracted me from giving you the best date you've ever had! I got us some Mexican food. Hopefully it isn't cold yet." behind him was a lit candle and several plates of various hispanic dishes set out atop a worn blanket. Deapool gestured towards the display, inviting Peter to settle in.

Peter was pleasantly surprised. Wade genuinely seemed to be trying, but Peter could never really tell when the older man was serious or not. Peter kind of suspected this whole date thing to be some kind of joke.

"This looks really nice. " He complimented anyway, lowering himself onto the blanket.

"I was gonna include wine, but seeing as you're, yknow." Wade felt a little weird about the age gap. He'd been crushing on the spider for so long, but in his defence this was just the author's interpretation and in other universes Spidey was in his forties.

"Anyways, candle lit dinner seemed pretty romantic, don't you agree, Petey pie?" Of course Peter thought it was romantic. No one had ever put this much effort into a date with him. Peter just nodded in agreement.

"I know this probably isn't how you wanted to spend your time, but hey I'm trying to make it enjoyable for both of us. Not just me." Peter furrowed his brows confused.

"I don't understand what you gain from this." Peter mumbled. It didn't make any sense. Dates were meant for two people with romantic feelings for each other. Sure Wade flirted with him, but he didn't ever think he was serious! Wade flirted with everyone! Wade already knew the two biggest secrets in his life, the only other reason for him doing this would be to humiliate Peter, or maybe he was trying to get into his pants. He acted impulsively when agreeing to this arrangement and now all his worries were kind of crashing around his brain.

"Out of everything you could've asked for, why did you just want dates with me?" Peter questioned.

"Baby boy, I already said that I wouldn't have taken the job if I knew it was you. I've never lied to you, have I?" The seriousness in Wade's voice caught Peter off guard. The brunette looked down at his fingers.

"N-no. Sorry. I'm just kinda nervous! I'm scared you're just doing this to mess with me...." Peter had been asked on dates by people before just to end up humiliated. He wasn't very popular in school, and the kids higher up on the societal ladder would often bully him. Sure, he had hung out with Wade plenty of times, but that was as Spiderman. He had always shut down any conversation topics that steered towards personal life.

Wade grabbed Peter's chin and gently forced him to look at his masked face. "I wouldn't do that to you, sweetheart. Believe me. I'm not some punk ass kid trying to look cool in front of my friends. '' Wade's gloved hand smelled like gunpowder, but Peter didn't mind much. Wade released his chin and went to roll his mask up just a bit to eat. Peter smiled and took a bite of his own food.

Before too long they had finished their meal and it was time for patrol. Peter swung to a nearby building top, far enough away that Deadpool's eyes couldn't see, and changed into his suit. The night was quiet and the boys ended up just talking about nonsense the entire time.

"It's late." Peter said reluctantly. "I have to get home, or my dads will worry..." Peter found himself not wanting to leave. They were in some barely used alley, and he had recently changed back into his civilian clothing. The privacy was nice and he wasn't as nervous around the merc anymore.

"No first date is complete without a kiss!" Deadpool yelled suddenly. Peter hadn't even noticed him rolling his mask up to his nose, but suddenly he was being kissed.

The strangely textured skin of Wade's lips felt surprisingly good, and Peter couldn't help but relax into it. He startled a bit when he felt Wade's tongue swipe at his lips, but he easily granted him access. Wade pushed the shorter male up against a wall. Peter's head hit with a slight thud, but he didn't seem to mind. A small moan came from his throat and he pushed Wade back. Wade could die right now and he'd be happy, not that he wouldn't come back.

Peter's hair was tousled, his eyes blown wide, and his lips were swollen and probably bruised. Yep, that image was definitely going in the spank bank. Wade licked his lips .

"Don't wear the suit next time either. We'll have lunch. Good night, Peter." He winked before making his grand exit. Peter was so screwed.

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Peter's parents questioned him relentlessly when he got home. Asking if he was okay, checking him over, drilling him with questions. Yes, the date had been fine. No, he wasn't hurt. No, Wade didn't cause any trouble. It had just been a normal first date. Of course he left out the whole... Kissing thing. His parents didn't seem to believe that everything had gone perfectly fine, but accepted his answers for the time being. He really just wanted to have a moment to think. His mind was a jumbled mess. Everytime he thought about Wade, about that kiss, his face flushed and he wanted to hide away until everyone forgot he existed in the first place. He shook his head, willing his blush to go away.

Peter was sitting on the couch beside his Aunt Natasha. She was watching the news, her eyes trained on the television. Peter liked being around her; she didn't pry. Although, that was mostly because she already knew, or could easily figure out, anything she wanted to know regarding almost anything. Her company was always welcoming to Peter. She was always calm, a contrast to Peter's constant nervousness. It was soothing.

"Peter, you have a guest in the lobby." Friday's voice rang out from the ceiling. Natasha squinted her eyes at Peter as he stood and made his way to the elevator, but didn't say anything. He wasn't expecting anyone. Well, he didn't think he was at least. When Peter neared the first floor he checked his phone for the time. 12:36 pm. Peter definitely wouldn't have made plans at such a weird time.

He exited the elevator and he automatically noticed a tall man wearing a thin black jacket that had two white strings dangling from near the neck line. The hood was hiding his face.

"Hi, may I help you?" he asked cautiously.

"Come on, Sweetheart. I think we're past the formalities, don’t you?." 

{Why did you decide to show him your ugly mug again?}

[Now he’ll run away and never talk to us again!]

“We’ve seen his face, it's only fair...” Wade mumbled 

"Wade!” Peter sighed with a smile. “You aren't wearing your suit?” Peter’s eyes danced across every scar on Wade’s face.

 “Not that I'm complaining! I'm really not! I mean I'm glad you're not wearing it.” His voice trailed off, his throat suddenly dry, as he watched Wade’s Adam's apple bounce as he swallowed. Peter licked his lips in an attempt to wet them.

“Not that I have anything against your costume! I just… Um, I just didn't recognize you without it at first is all I meant." Peter's voice became small and he shrunk in on himself.

"Don't get so worked up! I'd hate to see that beautiful face get wrinkles all because of little ole me."

 Wade stepped closer, giving Peter a closer look at his face. It was covered in scars and craters. Wade’s jaw line was beautifully sculpted like a work of art, and his eyes were the prettiest blue-grey colour. His cheek bones were also very prominent, Peter thought he looked very attractive. Wade must have noticed Peter staring because he cleared his throat nervously and adjusted his hood to hide more of his face.

Peter whined childishly and pouted. He hoped Wade didn’t notice but, thanks to his iconic Peter luck, he definitely did. Peter averted his eyes, embarrassed at his behavior. 

“You shouldn’t hide your face…” Peter mumbled.

“Believe me, it’s better for everyone’s eyes if I do.” Wade laughed darkly.

"W-Well," Peter paused and cleared his throat. “I like looking into your eyes when we talk..." Wade smiled in defeat and readjusted his hood.

“What brings you to the tower, anyway?"

"Petey pie I'm offended! Have you forgotten last night so soon?" Peter went red, of course he remembered! Wade had kissed the living daylights out of him! 

"I said we'd have a lunch date!" Oh, that part. "Were you distracted by some other part of the date perhaps?" Peter choked.

"N-No! I just didn't think you meant today. Usually people space these things out..."

"Yeah, but I'll have to go on a job soon and who knows how long that will take. I gotta get my Spidey attention meter up so I don't suffer, sweet cheeks. Woe is me, I know. So is the tragic tale of Deadpool, forced to leave his beloved behind to go on a dangerous mission!" Wade put the back of his hand to his forehead, as if he was feeling faint at the thought. Peter smiled at the overdramatic display.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Peter laughed softly. "Let's get this show on the road then, Wade."

Wade led them to a nice Italian restaurant. Peter felt they were both well under dressed, but Wade assured the curly haired boy that if anyone had a problem with it, he'd deal with them personally. Wade ordered eggplant gnocchi and Peter got spaghetti. Wade called him basic.

"So, baby boy, I know it's hush hush, but what's the deal with your parents?" Peter looked around cautiously. They had been seated a bit away from other guests for numerous reasons, but Peter was still wary.

"Well,” He began quietly “You can't exactly take children on missions, even if they do, y'know, have powers" Peter had lowered his voice even more, causing Wade to have to lean over the table just to hear him. "I was too young to be taken into a battlefield and, I mean, you've seen them. They're very-"

"Overbearing?"

"Protective. I was going to say protective, but yours is true too. Anyway, they really trusted the Parkers. The couple had already worked for my dad for years and proven themselves capable. It started out with them just watching me while my parents were gone, but they were gone a lot. People just assumed I was a Parker as well. My Dad saw this as an opportunity to protect me, though Pops was skeptical. It worked out fine, though. I mean, I'd been around them since I was a baby so it wasn't hard to convince people."

Peter paused to take a breath. "As I grew up the time just wasn't ever right to tell the world the truth. That's what Dad said, anyway. I stopped spending so much time with the Parker's once I was old enough to be home alone. They were sent on a mission a bit after my fourteenth birthday and never came back. Uncle Ben and Aunt May who would sometimes watch me as well died soon after that. I wish I could've thanked them for all they did, before they were gone." Peter sighed. He felt awkward. He wasn't used to being the one talking so much between the two.

"Sorry. To be honest I wasn't expecting you to tell me so easily." Wade felt bad that the kid had basically just spilled his guts out when he had mostly asked out of pure curiosity.

"I don't really have anything to lose. You know the most important things about me already." Peter smiled nervously.

{You made him upset}

[ Change the subject ]

"So does that mean capsicle and tin man fu-"

"Here you are, sirs." The waitress gently placed their meals in front of them. "Anything else I can get you?" They shook their heads and she was off to another table with a "hope you enjoy"

Conversation came easily, as it always did between them,but Peter found himself preferring the private casualness that their late night rooftop hangouts offered. Plus, this place made him a bit nervous. They finished eating and Wade suggested they go to the park. Peter was thrilled with the idea.

It was a weekday so the park was virtually empty, but Wade picked a more secluded place anyway. Peter began to feel nervous again. Wade sat down in the grass and motioned for Peter to do the same. Peter began picking at grass and random wild flowers to distract himself.

"Baby boy?" Peter looked up at Wade and tilted his head. Wade motioned for him to come closer, so he did. Wade seemed unsatisfied and pulled Peter completely onto his lap. Peter flustered as he straddled Wade.

"Wh-what are you-" he was cut off by Wade's finger against his lips. His breath hitched as that same finger traced down and curled under his chin, pulling him to meet Wade's lips.

The kiss was just as passionate as their first, and it wasn't long before Wade's fingers were wrapped in Peter's curls. Wade bit Peter's lip as he pulled away, drawing a small, needy, sound from the younger boy. The noise worked at an already growing fire in the pit of Wade's stomach.

Wade leaned his head down to Peter's shoulder, placing kisses there along with a small, but well placed, bite. He needed to hear that cute little sound again. His plan worked and he felt the little spider boy jump. Wade smiled against Peter's shoulder, letting out a laugh.

"It's not funny!" Peter nearly whined.

"Maybe not to you." 

{Yeah, we think it’s just hilarious }

[Kiss him more, damn it!]

Peter's lips pouted slightly and Wade kissed them. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I think it's cute."

Wade pushed the collar of Peter's shirt to the side, kissing and sucking on the soft skin there.

"W-Wade, wait! You can't," Peter squeaked. "My dads will see."

"Let me worry about that" Wade breathed against Peter's neck, hovering over another mark he had left there.

Peter tried to be worried about what his dads would say and how much trouble he would be in, but every touch of Wade's rough lips left more than just his spidey senses tingling.

Wade could tell that every touch drove the boy crazy and he was more than eating it up. He let his hands slide under Peter's shirt and up his torso. His thumbs slid over Peter's nipples while he nibbled on his neck. He felt Peter shiver.

Peter tried not to enjoy it too much. After all, they were in public. Peter's eyes shot open. They were in public!

"S-stop!" Wade stilled immediately and pulled back, looking into Peter's eyes intently.

"Do you want me to? Say the word and we stop, baby boy." His hands were still under Peter's shirt, his thumbs frozen over Peter's nipples.

"I-it's just..." Peter stuttered, "we're in public. What if someone sees." He smiled nervously.

"I don't see anyone around," Wade smiled back.

Peter looked around them, very aware of the hands under his shirt. He was right. There was not a single soul close enough to them to matter.

"Not now, but someone could show up at any time! I mean for all we know, my pops is hiding in a bush somewhere, and my dad has eyes everywhere, we never know when someone is going to show up here I mean I'm sure this is a popular spot. It’s perfectly secluded an-"

Wade put his finger against Peter's lips again, stopping his adorable babbling. His other hand kept its place under Peter's shirt.

"You're cute when you ramble, but you worry too much" he kissed Peter's nose, making the young spider blush. "Now, do you want to stop and worry about who may or may not see us, or can I go back to giving that cute little neck of yours the attention it deserves?"

Peter thought for a second, throwing caution to the wind as he looked at Wade's lips and wanted nothing more than for them to be back on his sensitive skin. He was grateful Wade was there to help ease his worries.

"Keep going. Please?" His head fell back, giving Wade better access to his neck. Wade licked his lips and went back to work on Peter's neck, drawing a small, breathy moan from Peter when he continued the assault on his nipples.

He pinched one, wanting to see what reactions he could get from the boy on top of him. He was absolutely not disappointed. Peter's arms wrapped around Wade's neck, arching into the touch and letting out something between a yelp and a moan. Wade chuckled against Peter's neck.

"So precious." He continued nibbling and kissing on Peter's skin, letting out a deep breath. "My precious spider boy."

"That's Spider-Man," Peter said, just barely processing Wade's words.

"Right, of course. How careless of me" Wade laughed. He moved down to kiss Peter's chest through his shirt.

"Kiss me?" The words were demanding, but Peter's tone was practically begging.

“I am”

“I-I meant,”

"I know." Wade smiled before leaning in to give Peter exactly what he wanted.

Their lips moved together with ease, Wade's tongue poking out to lick Peter's lips. Peter parted them, giving Wade access and sighing into the kiss. They both sunk into the feeling, the rest of the world melting away. Before long, Peter's hips started moving, grinding against the man beneath him, involuntarily.

Wade's hands moved to still Peter's hips as he pulled away from the kiss, laughing as Peter let out a needy whine and tried to pull him back.

"I think we need to stop while we're ahead, pretty boy." Peter’s face went red in embarrassment. He felt childish for taking things too far, too quickly.

Peter slumped against Wade, sighing into the hoodie. "But I don't really want to stop," he whined.

"Me either," Wade told him, kissing his head, "but I'm not ready for your dads to kill me just yet. Give it time, baby boy. Give it time."

Wade laid down in the grass with Peter on top of him, one arm under his own head while the other hand rubbed circles on Peter's back. Peter closed his eyes, feeling strangely safe and content in Wade's arms.

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Peter snuggled into the warm beneath him. He didn't even remember falling asleep. He cracked an eye open and was met with the sight of black boots beside him. He followed the legs attached to the boots up until he was face to face with his Aunt Spider. Her lips were pursed and she was giving him the look™. He bolted up, suddenly remembering where he was and what he had been doing.

"You've got some explaining to do, Peter." Peter avoided her eyes. He knew she had already seen his colorful neck. He tapped Wade's chest to wake him up. Blue eyes met brown and Wade smiled until he noticed Natasha.

"Aw, is mommy spider coming to ruin our fun, Petey?" Wade groaned. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He wanted more time with his spider and sleeping took away that time. Natasha glared at him.

"I should... get back." Peter rubbed his arm nervously. He stood up and waved goodbye to Wade. Wade pouted and Peter flashed him an apologetic smile before turning and walking away with his aunt.

"Spill." The one word command had Peter nearly shaking.

"A-ah, okay. Um, so you know about the whole ‘dates with Deadpool’ thing, yeah? Well, that was just one of those." Peter offered, trying to be nonchalant. Natasha only stared blankly at him.

"Okay? And the-?" she gestured to her own neck, making Peter go red. "I don't think those were included in the, ahem, contract."

"I-I" Peter tried to calm his breathing, and Natasha immediately backed off. 

"Okay, okay. It's okay, Peter. You don't have to tell me." she paused, suddenly looking as if she would kill. "Did he force you?"

"What? No! He would never! I just- oh God- I think I really like him and I don't know if he's serious! I mean he's been with so many people and I'm just, ugh. And what if he isn't serious? What if he's just playing around or what if he just wants to get with Spiderman?" Natasha put a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Peter, I know this is scary. You don't know what he's thinking, right? The only way you can know for sure what he’s thinking, is to ask him. I know it's not easy to do, but if you really like him, then he can't be that bad. Just try and talk to him seriously about it first. And then if you're still unsure,” Natashe tightened one of her fists. 

“I'll get his true intentions out of him one way or another." Peter smiled at her. Honestly he was so lucky to have so many adults in his life that he could count on.

"Thanks, Aunt Nat," Peter smiled.

"There is still one problem," Natasha said, stopping and turning to Peter. 

She pulled out her phone, turning on the camera so that the young spider could see his reflection. His eyes grew incredibly wide, practically popping out of his head. He knew Wade had left a few marks, but he had no idea he had gotten that carried away. His neck and collarbone were completely covered in love bites and, while he actually kind of liked them, he knew he would be in huge trouble if his parents saw them. Peter didn't say anything. He just moved his hands to his neck, his face getting warmer by the second. 

"Lucky for you, your dads are still out looking for your spider ass. We should have time to get back to the tower before they do."

"What am I supposed to tell them? I mean, there's nothing to tell them, is there? There's no way around this. They're going to see these for sure. They're not going to let me see Wade anymore, are they? They won't care about the deal, they won't care if he tells everyone, what do I do?!" Natasha put her hands on Peter's shoulders as he continued panicking.

"Let me worry about your dads," She told him, placing a hand on his cheek. "You worry about getting some rest. You have the first patrol tonight." Peter nodded, following her back to the tower.

His dads still weren't back when they arrived at the tower, so he took the opportunity to hide in his room. He quickly got into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He then laid down, bringing his blanket up to his chin. He was sure his pops would come in to check on him and he was not ready to have that conversation. He pretended to be asleep, even though he was far from tired after his nap with Wade.

Wade. His contracted boyfriend. Boyfriend. That wasn't the right word, was it? They weren't dating. They were, but only so Peter's secrets didn't get out... right?

The word played over in Peter's head. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Peter found that he liked the sound of it. Wade Wilson. His boyfriend.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and wiping the word from his brain. Wade wasn't Peter's boyfriend, and he never would be. This was all some kind of joke to him. It had to be. A person like Wade could never be interested in him, he was sure of it. Wade was using him somehow. Why else would he want to go on dates with him? Why else would he kiss him? Why else would he…

Peter reached up to his neck, rubbing over the countless marks that he knew were there. Peter had immensely enjoyed receiving them, and he felt a weird sense of pride at having them be so visible on his neck. It felt like a badge of honor, or proof that someone liked him enough to stake a claim on him. 

But...why had Wade left them? And why so many? Was it just to humiliate Peter somehow? To get him in trouble with his dads? Was it a way for Wade to make sure he would never be allowed to see him again? Was he that horrible to be around? Maybe he was just marking him so that everyone that saw would think he was easy? Oh geez. That was it, wasn't it? Peter Parker the little nerd was easy and everyone should know about it, right? They can get him to do anything and, even if they couldn't, he was easy to convince. Peter started breathing heavily and pulling at his hair. He needed to cover these. He needed to get rid of these. He didn't want to see them anymore. He didn't want to see the evidence of his stupid lapse in judgement on display anymore. He can't do this. He can't. He can't.

He heard a knock at the door and immediately stilled. Not like this. His pops couldn't see him like this. "J-Just a minute!" He called, wiping at the tears forming in his eyes.He jumped out of his bed and ran to the floor length mirror on his wall. He moved his hoodie to cover his neck as much as possible. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, not helping much, and took a deep breath to calm himself before walking to the door and opening it. 

"Hey pops. What's up?"

"What's up?!" Steve yelled, rushing into Peter’s room, and placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. "I have been worried sick, that is ‘what's up’! Where Have you been all day? You didn't call or tell anyone you were going out?"

"I was with Wade. On one of our dates" Peter replied, awkwardly. "We fell asleep, I'm sorry."

"You fell asleep?" Cap questioned. "Where were you so that you could fall asleep? In his house? In his bedroom? Peter Benjamin do not tell me that you had-"

"No! Pops, no. We were at the park and we were just laying in the grass and we fell asleep. Nothing like that happened" he felt his face warm with blush and he hoped his incredibly observant dad had not noticed him pull at his hoodie collar.

He had.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side. "What's with the huge jacket?" Peter looked down and started fidgeting with his sleeves, trying to think of a clever lie.

 "And don't even think about lying." Fuck.

"Okay! so, nothing 'happened' happened," Peter started, blushing more and more every second. He did not want to be talking to his pops about this. 

"But maybe we were kind of kissing and-"

"Kissing wasn't part of the deal."

"Well, it's really not really that big of a deal. I mean, it's just kissing, right?"

" Just kissing?" Steve interrupted again.

"Oh gosh, okay, um..." he stopped talking, opting to just take off his sweatshirt instead. He sighed as the shirt hit the floor beside him, closing his eyes and waiting for his pops to start freaking out. He opened his eyes again after a few seconds of silence. The calm look on Steve's face somehow worried him more than any shouting would have. 

"P-pops, I'm sorry! We got carried away, but they'll be gone in a few hours. You know how fast my body heals. It's really no big de-"

"Tony," Steve called out calmly, never taking his eyes off of the shaking spider in front of him. Peter felt his heart racing and he was sure it would beat out of his chest. If his dad saw him, he knew he was done for. He would be so grounded and Wade would be so dead. Sure, it would only be temporary, but still. Tony practically came running. 

"Is everything o-" he stopped when he saw Peter. More specifically, Peter's neck. "He's a dead man." Tony took off down the hall, yelling something to Friday about getting his suit ready.

"Tony, wait" Steve called out after him, chasing him down the hall. He stepped in front of Tony, putting out his arms to block him. "You can't kill Deadpool, Tony."

"Watch me" He tried to move around his husband.

"No, dad," Peter said, walking down the hall, "you literally can't kill Wade. He'll just come back to life." He was hoping to lighten the tension, but it seemed to make things worse.

"Then I will just have to kill him again! I’ll keep killing him so he can never get near you again." Tony retorted, turning to Peter and pointing a finger. "And you are grounded. You'll be lucky to ever see your suit again."

"W-What?! Dad, no!" Peter protested. "You can’t do that! What about patrols, what about-?"

"What about you disappearing for hours without calling? What about you finally showing up and having hickies all over your neck?" Peter fell silent. He knew his dad had every right to react like this. Tony let out a sigh and rubbed between his eyes

"I agreed to the dates. I never said he could lay so much as a hand on you."

"Tony, I think you need to take a breather" Steve said, putting his hand on Tony's shoulder. 

"Peter, I think you should go back to your room. Your dad's right about you being grounded. You aren't patrolling tonight." Peter opened his mouth to argue but Steve put a hand up, telling him he needed to do as he was told.

He put his head down and sulked all the way back to his room. He closed his door softly behind him. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe his dads would find some other way to get Wade to keep their secrets and he wouldn't have to be used like this anymore. After all, that's all Wade was doing, wasn't it? Using him. But for what? Why would he want to?

Peter crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over his head. He curled around his pillow, hugging it close to him. He could feel himself panicking again. He grabbed his phone and put on his go-to playlist for anxiety attacks. It consisted of soft music paired with soft vocals. To Peter it was calming, comfortable, and familiar. It wasn't long before his breathing evened and his heart rate had calmed. Soon he had fallen asleep.

Peter awoke to a strange tapping noise. It was a very unfamiliar sound in his room. He cracked his eyes open and scanned his surroundings. He realised slowly that it was coming from his window. Maybe a bird had gotten stuck or something? Peter went to investigate.

Instead of a small bird, he found a large Deadpool. Peter blinked his sleepy eyes in confusion and tilted his head. Deadpool tapped once more and motioned for Peter to open the window. Peter did as instructed and Wade came tumbling in.

"Sup, baby boy?" He asked casually from his position on the floor. Peter rubbed his eyes.

"This is the seventy-eighth floor…. How did you get up here? If my parents find out- Oh geez! Friday, scan the building and tell me who is here, please!" After a few seconds Friday's voice rang out.

"In the building I am detecting three heat signatures. Two in this room and one in the training room on the seventeenth floor. A closer analysis shows that the third heat signature belongs to Ms. Romanov. Should I alert her of your visitor?" Peter bit his lip, debating.

"Y-Yes and tell her…” Peter paused, trying to decide the best course of action. “Tell her not to come up here. I'm fine." Friday gave an affirmative response and then they were left alone.

"Well, to answer your question, you weren't answering my texts even though I was so nice and put my number in there for you! We have another date, sweetheart. Or well I planned to have another one, but then you didn't answer so I thought something might have happened to that adorable ass of yours. " Wade, finally, hopped up from his position on the floor.

"Well, I'm fine so you can go." Wade frowned at that.

"Our date" He whined and Peter furrowed his brows in annoyance,

"I can't leave the tower." Peter said shortly.

"Why not, Petey pie?"

"Because I just can't, okay?!" Peter yelled, crossing his arms.

"I'm starting to think you're upset with me, Petey Pie," Wade frowned. "Did I do something wrong?" Peter spluttered.

"The whole thing at the park? The hickies?” Peter reminded him angrily.

“You got me in trouble, Wade! And for what? So you could have a bit of fun? So you could humiliate me?" He felt angry and hurt, tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, baby boy!" Wade said, concerned. "Why would I want to humiliate my favorite Spider Boy?"

"I don't know?? You tell me." Peter spat back. "Why would you be doing any of this? The dates? The kissing? The hickies? What's it all for? To remind me that you know my biggest secret?” His breath came out labored, but he couldn’t stop the words pouring from his mouth.

“Yeah, I don't really need a reminder of that! Did you just think I would be easy and when you realized I wasn't you thought you could make everyone think I was? Was that why you marked me up like you did?" His heart was racing and he could feel his knees shake. "Why the hell are you doing this, Wade? What do you get out of dating me?!"

Wade crossed the room slowly, Peter fighting the urge to cower away. When they were face-to-face, he took off his mask. The merc's eyes were the softest Peter had ever seen them.

"Baby boy," Wade started, "sweetheart, Petey Pie, princess, bubble butt. Do you really not understand?" Peter shook his head, waiting for the mocking to begin. 

"I thought you were smarter than this, Petey. Why is it so hard to get that I like you?" Peter blinked up at the man who was now towering over him.

{How can someone be so dumb, yet so smart?}

[I like him!]

"Y-you. What? L-Like me?"

Wade laughed, putting his hands on Peter's cheeks and bringing their faces closer together. "You're cute when you're confused.” He bumped their foreheads together.

“I like you. A lot. Don't you like me?" He sounded like a first grader talking to their crush.

"I-I don't? I mean, I do! I really do." Wade's eyes lit up at the confession. "But I don't understand. Why? Why would you like me?"

"Well, Petey, let me count the ways." He placed a small kiss on the spider's nose.

"I'm serious! I don’t get how you can actually like me. I'm... I'm me ."

"I find your lack of self-confidence disturbing." He grabbed Peter's hand and led him to the bed, sitting down with Peter standing in front of him. He held Peter's hands in his and for once in his life was completely serious.

"You're cute. You're smart. You're funny. You're kind and caring. You have such a big heart and a big mind. And a big butt. And I'm assuming there are more big parts of you." Wade winked and Peter laughed at him. He knew he couldn't stay serious. 

"There are a million reasons why anyone could fall for you, baby boy. And I will do whatever I can to make you see that." Peter didn't believe a word that Wade had said, but he could see that the older man believed it. 

"So you're not just doing this to mess with me?" Wade shook his head.

"You actually want to date me?" Wade nodded. 

"I think... I think I want to date you too." Wade gasped dramatically and stood up, towering over Peter again.

"Does this mean we get to be boyfriends?" Peter chuckled.

"My dads are never going to let that happen. Especially not after the whole hickey incident."

"Well, the hickies are gone now," Wade pointed out. "Mr. Speed Healer, you.” Wade pouted. “I wanted to see my handiwork."

"Believe me, plenty of people saw your handiwork." Peter's phone buzzed on his bed and he let go of Wade's hand to check it.

Spider-Aunt : You're dads are 15 minutes out. Better wrap things up in there.

"Speaking of my dads," Peter sighed, "they're fifteen minutes away and if they see you, they will kill you."

"I would die for you, Petey."

"That's just because you would come back" Peter joked, playfully shoving him on the arm. "You really need to go."

"Come with me!"

"I told you I can't leave the tower! I'm... I'm grounded." Peter mumbled, defeated. It didn't help that Wade laughed.

"Tin man really is strict. Or was it Capsicle?"

"It was both," Peter laughed. "You kind of went a little crazy on my neck."

"Well maybe that's because your neck makes me a little crazy." Wade leaned down to kiss Peter's neck. "Your body heals too quickly. There's no evidence that I was ever even here." He pouted against Peter's skin.

"That's really for the best since you shouldn't be here. You're going to get us in more trouble." Wade kissed Peter's neck again, feeling the boy's breath quicken with each touch. 

"Wade..." Peter tried to sound serious, but he was pretty sure the name had ended up sounding like a moan.

"Come with me," Wade asked again. "I'll make it worth your while. I promise." He whispered the last part in Peter's ear, feeling the spider shiver beneath his touch.

"I-I... I can't. My dads-"

"I know," Wade sighed, cutting him off. "I guess I'll just have to come back when they've cooled off. But! I can't leave without my goodbye kiss, now can I?"

Peter smiled at the goofball in front of him. "I don't guess you can."

Wade didn't waste any time. He curled his fingers in Peter's hair and pulled him close, kissing him hard. He mewled into the kiss. He had learned by now that the mouth Deadpool was so famous for was good for more than just talking. After a couple of minutes they found themselves on Peter's bed, Wade straddling the younger boy as the kiss grew more and more heated.

"You said we have fifteen minutes right?" Wade asked when he pulled away for air.

"Um, yeah, but that was about five minutes ago" Peter told him, pulling him back down to peck his lips. 

"I guess you better make the next ten count. Friday, set an alarm for ten minutes, please?" Wade smirked and pecked Peter on the lips. 

“Alarm set for ten minutes” Friday confirmed. Wade moved his mouth to Peter’s neck.

"That didn't end so well last time, did it?" Peter joked when he felt lips on his neck.

"But my marks are all gone now," Wade whined. 

"I guess I'll just have to mark you where no one can see." Peter's stomach clenched at the idea and a small whine escaped his throat as he thought about being covered head to toe with those marks. Those marks that had caused him so much trouble and so much panic, but even more pleasure. 

"You sound excited. Do you want that, baby boy?" Peter could only nod his head.

That damn nickname left his brain a mess. He thought back to just a few minutes before when he had been so angry and how just a few words, a well placed kiss, and that name had led to him being completely at the mercy of none other than the merc with a mouth.

Wade kissed Peter's neck again before moving to hover over his stomach. He pushed his shirt up to expose some skin and wasted no time in making contact. Peter arched his back, not entirely sure if he wanted to get closer to the hot breath and lips on his skin or run away, but Wade pushed him back down. 

"Someone’s pent up" he laughed, licking and sucking at Peter's stomach. He sucked a mark onto the soft skin on Peter's side, biting in the same spot. He wasn't sure if the noise his spider boy made was a whimper or a moan, but he was sure it was doing wonderful things for the (not so) Little Wade in his pants. 

"Fuck! Could you be any more beautiful?" He moved to Peter's other side, leaving another bite and drawing out another beautiful sound.

Peter could feel the heat radiating off of his face. He put his hand over his mouth, trying to keep any more moans from escaping, but Wade pulled his hand away and linked their fingers together. 

"Don't hide those beautiful noises from me, princess."

"Shit" Peter's voice shook over the word and he rubbed his free hand over his face. That name got to him even more than 'baby boy' did. 

"T-that" he shook out, "can you call me that again, please?"

"Anything for you," Wade crawled back up to Peter's ear, dropping his voice to a whisper, "princess." Peter let out a shaky breath and Wade went back to sucking and biting on his soft flesh. The sounds from the shaking boy beneath him let him know that he was doing something right.

Peter wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, one hand linked with Wade's, the other’s lips leaving more hickies than he could count, but before he knew it the fun was over. 

“It has been ten minutes since you asked me to set an alarm.” Friday alerted. He let out a groan whine when he felt the warmth leave his hand and stomach. 

"No," he whined. "Please? Please, I need more."

"Our times up, Petey" Wade pulled Peter up to meet his lips, "but, damn, do I love hearing you beg."

[So do we]

“Shut up,” Wade grumbled quietly, pulling away from Peter.

Wade stood up, what felt like, too soon and Peter fell back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. He looked up to find that Deadpool had put his mask back on and was staring down at him. He blushed under his gaze.

"You are so beautiful," Wade’s voice was low, and Peter could feel the hunger in his words. He realized how he must have looked: his hair a mess, his lips swollen, his shirt still halfway up his chest, and his skin painted in love bites. He sat up quickly, pulling his shirt down. When he attempted to fix his hair, Deadpools gloved hand stopped him. 

"Don't. I like it like this." He lifted his mask to kiss Peter's hand and went to the window, climbing out and disappearing. Peter moved to the window. He wasn't sure how Wade had gotten down from the seventy-eighth floor so quickly, but he was sure it was a good thing when he heard Friday announce that his dad's were on their way up the elevator.

He went to the floor length mirror on his wall, laughing at himself. His hair was a wreck and he was sure Wade had bruised his lips from kissing him. He lifted up his shirt, taking in the sight. He moved his fingers over the colors covering him and remembered how Wade's lips felt against him. It was only then that he realized how hard he was.

His phone buzzed again and he opened it to find a text from who he was assuming was Wade.

Big Dick Energy : You looked so sexy, spidey babe. I should have taken a picture ;)

He smiled at his phone and thought for a minute. An insane idea came to him. He really shouldn’t… But on the other hand... He flopped onto his bed and turned on his phone camera, messing up his hair even more and pulling his shirt up to his chest. He moved his sweatpants down just far enough for his hip bones to pop out and he knew Wade would be able to see how hard he was. After thinking for a minute, he pulled his shirt up further and took the bottom of it in between his teeth. He took roughly twenty pictures before deciding on one.

'Is this what you had in mind?' he typed out, sending it to Wade. After a minute his phone buzzed again.

Big Dick Energy : FUCK

Big Dick Energy : Baby boy You have no idea what you do to me.

He smiled and locked his phone. Looking down at his persistent erection, he came to the conclusion that he would need a cold shower to cool down. He took one last look in the mirror before heading to the bathroom that was just down the hall. With Wade's voice echoing in his head and his skin still tingling from the assault, he wasn't sure a cold shower would be enough.

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The music coming from Peter's speakers filled the bathroom and flooded out into the surrounding rooms of the tower. He just hoped it was loud enough to drown out the noises coming from inside the shower. The moans escaping his lips were nothing less than sinful. His hand gripped his cock like his life depended on it, his wrist twisting and moving at record breaking speeds. He was so close. So fucking close. Thoughts of Wade crowded his mind. He was everywhere. Kissing Peter's lips, his neck, and anywhere else he could reach. His hand replaced Peter's in the Spider’s fantasies, rough fingers wrapped tightly around soft, sensitive skin. Peter wanted those fingers. Wanted them tracing over him at a slow and torturous pace. Wanted them locked tightly in his hair while Wade kissed roughly. Wanted them in his mouth. Wanted them…

The thoughts were too much for Peter. He pulled his hand away from his cock, slamming both hands into the wall in front of him. He wasn't ready to cum. He knew, if Wade got the chance to touch him like this, he’d take his time. He wanted that feeling. He felt the frustration beginning to burn inside him at stopping just on the edge. His teenage hormones were going wild, all the things Wade had done, and the promise of more had him reeling. He leaned his head against the shower wall as water cascaded down him.He had already made himself cum once imaging Wade. He cursed and let his head fall between his hands on the wall, willing his orgasm to recede. He stayed there for a minute or two, regulating his breathing and letting the sweet release fade away. When he knew he was ready, he let his hand travel back down.

He started slowly, moving his hand in broad strokes across his aching dick. He let Wade invade his mind again. His thoughts immediately went back to Wade's hands. He loved how they felt traveling over him. He loved the way Wade had held his hand while he left the colorful marks across Peter's stomach. He loved how, when they were kissing, those hands would hold him so tight he thought he might bruise. Peter liked the idea of bruises shaped like Wade's fingers lining his thighs and ass. He wanted Wade so bad.

"F-Fuck!" He was close again. He slowed his movements, but didn't pull away. He was getting so close, but he knew Wade would do everything to make him come undone. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip a few times, his hips twitching when he did. His free hand wandered up his stomach, to his chest, then his neck. He gave his neck a light squeeze before moving his hand to his mouth. He sucked three fingers between his lips, wishing they were Wade's. He moved his tongue around them, sucking as hard as he could. He treated his fingers like they were the Wade’s; like he was practicing for when his fingers, or other parts of him, would take their place.

After another twist of his wrist he pulled his hand away quickly, knowing if he didn't he’d be too close to stop. His body screamed at him, begging for release, and he let out a low groan. His hands regained their position on the shower wall, but he didn't wait as long this time, his hand moving back down in only a few seconds. He couldn't wait any longer: he needed to cum. But he wanted something more than just his hand.

He sucked his fingers back into his mouth. He knew that saliva was no good substitute for lube, but it was all he had right now. He slicked up his fingers as much as he could, pulling them away from his mouth with a lewd pop. He moved one foot to a shelf that was at hip level, very thankful for his flexibility, and circled one finger around his hole. He stopped the movements on his dick, focusing his attention elsewhere. He let his finger slip inside slowly, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the feeling. He let his finger move in and out of his hole, stretching himself enough to where he could take another finger. His other hand continued the movement on his overworked dick. He briefly thought of how he might have fallen if it weren't for his powers, and let out a small chuckle before the thought was chased away by his finger brushing over his prostate. 

He added a second finger, moaning and whimpering at the way he stretched around it, before moving his foot off of the shelf, dropping to his knees. His fingers hit his sweet spot when he did, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. He kept the movement of his hands steady, stretching himself more while he worked himself closer to his orgasm. His fingers worked quickly and his hand moved even quicker over his erection. He scissored himself open, ignoring the pain and focusing on the pleasure. He stopped the movements on his dick yet again, lining up another finger with his stretched hole. He kept his hand still, lowering himself down onto his fingers. His movements were slow at first, giving him time to adjust. He sank down until his fingers were buried deep inside him. He stayed there for a few moments before using his thighs to bounce himself on his fingers. With every other movement, his fingers hit his prostate. When he set a steady pace, he went back to thinking about Wade. Wade's hands were bigger than his. His fingers were much thicker and longer. Three of Wade's fingers would have felt like four of Peter's own.

With that thought in mind, he lined up a fourth finger. He screamed out at the feeling, the sound filling the bathroom and, more than likely, the rooms surrounding it. Peter couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment. The pain mixed with pleasure and he lost himself in the sensations flooding his body. He wondered if he could cum just from the thought of Wade and the fingers practically abusing his ass. His question was answered when he felt the unmistakable burning in his gut. After a few more nearly violent jabs against his prostate, he came screaming Wade's name.

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Natasha was waiting for Steve and Tony when they got off of the elevator. She had convinced them to go get dinner and clear their heads, knowing they were less than happy to see Peter covered in hickies from Wade Wilson. She knew they were also not happy about the entire situation. Their son was going on contracted dates with a mercenary so that he wouldn't reveal their biggest secret. It wasn't exactly a stress-free situation. Luckily, both men were visibly calmer when they walked in. Which meant she definitely wasn't going to tell them about Peter's visitor. She hoped they had wrapped up whatever they had going on and that Wade was long gone.

"How was dinner?" Natasha asked, welcoming them home.

"It was nice," Steve told her, putting his jacket on the hook by the door. "I think we both have a clearer head now." Natasha took that as her opportunity to ask a risky question.

"Does that mea n you're going to unground Peter?" The female spider raised an eyebrow at Tony. He furrowed his brow at her, looking at her like she had lost her mind.

"Absolut ely not." Natasha gave him a questioning look and asked him why. 

"He was completely irresponsible!"

"Tony, breathe" Steve tinstructed before looking at Natasha. "He is right. Peter was irresponsible. He had us all worried sick. And the hickies?"

"I seem to remember that when you two started dating, there were a lot of days where you both had to wear high-collared shirts. And you were a lot older than nineteen." She shot them an accusing glance.

"Yeah, well" Tony rolled his eyes, "so is Deadpool. He's what? Late twenties? What is he doing with a nineteen year old?"

She laughed at the irony of the question. "What's the age difference between you two again?" 

“That’s completely different!” Tony argued with a childish put.

"Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe they really like each other? If they didn't, then I'm pretty sure Peter wouldn't have let Wade mark him up like that."

"Could you maybe not say it like that, please?" Steve practically begged.

They heard the shower down the hall cut on, followed by the sound of m uffled music.

"Peter does not like Deadpool " Tony said flatly, all of them staring toward the music as it got louder. "And he does not like Peter."

"How do you know that?" Natasha sat on the couch, crossing her arms.

"They seem pretty fond of each other. Wade is the one who wanted to go on dates with Peter in the first place."

"What you mean is: he is the one who blackmailed Peter into going on dates. Yeah, that screams true love."

"I never said anything about love," Natasha scoffed, "I'm just saying they seem to be enjoying each other's company."

"A little too much, if you ask me." Steve walked behind Tony and put his hands on his shoulders, kissing his neck but staying silent. Tony relaxed slightly into the touch, though he was still clearly on edge. 

"He is our son and we will not allow him to be with someone like Deadpool." He practically spat the name at her.

"His name is Wade, you know," Natasha laughed. "And as for your son, he is 19. He's an adult now. Shouldn't he be allowed to make his own decisions?"

"He may be an adult, but he is still our son," Steve chimed in. "We have a right to be worried."

"Exactly," Tony agreed. "So no, he will not be seeing Deadpool again and, yes, he is still grounded."

"I said we have a right to be worried" Steve walked around Tony to stand by Natasha. "I didn't say we have a right to control his life."

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked, defensively.

"He does need to be punished for going AWOL and giving us all heart attacks," Steve took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say, "but we can't control who he dates." Tony looked very offended at the words. 

"He's an adult, Tony. We have to be an adult."

“This is absolutely ridiculous! Are you insane?” He yelled, pushing away from Steve. The blonde frowned at his husband.

“It’s what’s best for him.” Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“What’s best for him? How do you know what’s best for him? You’ve only been back a few months.” Steve looked wrecked at the mention of his absence. Natashe looked away awkwardly. Steve leaving with Bucky was a very sore subject, barely ever approached.

“I-I’m sorry, Steve. I shouldn’t have-” The captain put a hand up to stop him.

“We have to let Peter make his own decisions.”

"Even if they're stupid decisions?" Tony started pacing the room. "Even if those decisions put him in danger? Even if they go against all of our better judgements? Even if it means letting our son run around unsupervised with a man who has already proven he cannot be trusted? Even if we have no way to keep him safe and the-” Tony was interrupted by what sounded like a loud moan.

“What the hell was that?" He pointed down the hall to where the music in the song had quieted momentarily, but it was long enough for them to hear a very clear moan coming from the bathroom.

As the music started up again, Tony stomped across the room towards the hall before Natasha jumped in front of him and put her hand on his chest.

"What? I didn't hear anything," she said, giving him a half smile. Tony did not look amused.

"Natasha, I’m gonna give you one chance to answer. Is that man in my son's-" Steve cleared his throat, "right, sorry. -our son's room?"

"I'm sure he's not." She let her hand fall to her side and looked awkwardly between the two men.

"Then what was the noise?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Beyoncé."

"Friday, scan the building. Specifically Peter's room and the bathroom." Tony glared at Natasha. "You're not funny."

“I like to think that I am.”

"It appears that Mr. Peter is alone, and his room is empty, sir."

"See?" Nat held up her hands in an innocent 'told you so' motion. 

"Nothing going on. Maybe you're just hearing things?" There was another distinct moan from Peter, this one accompanied by the music and a small string of curse words. There was an awkward pause between the three.

"At least we know he's by himself?"

"I'm not sure that makes this any better" Steve said, rubbing the bridge of his nose and clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh come on!" Nat laughed. "You two were 19 once. You know he has needs."

"This doesn't bother you?" Tony actually flinched when another moan floated down the hall.

"I'm not thrilled to hear it, but I've been hearing you two go at it for years, so it's not like I'm not used to it." Natasha admitted. Steve and Tony blushed and shuffled awkwardly. 

"Just ignore him."

They walked back to the couch and Tony dramatically plopped himself down on his stomach, covering his ears with a pillow. He mumbled something into the couch that Nat and Steve couldn't quite understand.

"Care to repeat that?" Steve laughed at him. Tony grumpily sat up, crossing his arms like a pouting child.

"Are you seriously okay with Peter dating him ?" The word 'him' was drenched in so much hatred that Nat was pretty sure Wade himself felt the sting.

"Of course not," Steve assured him, "but if he makes Peter happy-"

"Sounds like he's making him pretty damn happy." Both men glared at Natasha for the joke and she held up her hands defensively. 

"Just saying."

"If Wade makes him happy," Steve continued, "we should give Wade a chance. I mean maybe he isn't all bad." There was a split second of silence before more moans from Peter. Both men groaned and Natasha laughed.

"Please tell me he did not just scream what I think he did" Tony nearly cried.

"I told you Wade was making him happy." Tony threw a throw pillow at Natasha, who caught it just before it hit her in the face. "Come on, lighten up."

They al stayed in the living room talking about the issue for a little longer, finally Natasha and Steve were able to convince Tony that Peter dating Wade wouldn't be so terrible. After about 15 minutes, Peter walked into the room wearing Hello Kitty pajama pants and an Avengers t-shirt and whistling the chorus to 'Single Ladies'. 

"Hey" he said casually, walking towards the kitchen. He came back a minute later with a bottle of water.

"Have a nice shower?" Nat smirked at him and he blushed.

"I uh, um. I-it was okay? Just a totally normal shower." He looked around the room, noticing how uncomfortable everyone was. His dads were looking everywhere but his eyes. 

"Why are you asking..?” Natasha gave him a look and his parents avoided eye contact.

“Oh... Oh! Oh no!" He hid his face in his hand, groaning.

"Yeah" Tony said, clearly annoyed and miserable. "We heard."

"Oh my gosh, okay, okay um... Geez, I don't even know what to- I'm just, I'm sorry I thought the music was loud enough, I thought- Oh god" Peter shuffled past them quickly, keeping his head low. He made it to his door before anyone spoke.

"Hey, Pete?" Natasha called out. He stopped but didn't turn around. He didn't think he could face any of them.

"Beyoncé? Really?" Peter groaned, his forehead hitting his door. His head slid down slowly as he opened his door and slumped inside. He vaguely heard Natasha laugh.

Peter went to his bed as fast as he could and collapsed face first. He'd never felt more shame. He hadn't even been this embarrassed when he'd wet the bed when he was six and Jarvis announced it to everyone in the tower. Damn it, Beyoncé.

~~~

Natasha had left Steve and Tony to think over everything. Steve and Tony had pretty much already decided they would let Peter date Wade, but Tony still had some reservations about it. Steve opened his mouth, ready to convince his stubborn husband once more but Tony stopped him.

"I know." he sighed "I'll allow it, but I'm not happy about it." Steve came up behind him and pulled him close.

"I guess I'll just have to cheer you up, then." The blond whispered before kissing the shorter man's neck. A loud thunk echoed, making the two jump and move away from each slightly.

"Whoops. Did I interrupt?" The two heroes look at the mercenary unamused.

{Oh, definitely.}

[They were totally about to fuck]

Tony had his arms crossed and a pout on his face. He was tucked into Steve's side trying to stay silent as his husband spoke. 

"What exactly is it you need from us, Wilson? Haven't you done enough today?" Steve asked the mercenary in front of them. Wade shuffled his feet. He had changed into some civilian clothing. He thought it might show Peter's parents that he wasn't a threat, or something stupid like that. 

The book didn't cover this, okay?

{You’re an idiot.}

"Look, Mr. And Mrs. America, the dating book says this shit is muy importante so I'm here, o shit waddup, and I really need you to sign Petey Pie's permission slip to date me. For realsies this time."

"Don't you think you're a bit too old for Peter?" Tony grumbled. Steve gave him a look, but didn't say anything.

"Great question! I'll answer it with another question! When Exactly were you born, iron dad?" Tony opens his mouth to answer but Wade continues speaking. 

"And now another question! Capsicle, what was World War II like?" Tony grumbled quietly to himself and Steve let out a small laugh.

"You've got me there, Wilson."

"Listen, I know I'm not the best choice for Petey's cute little tush, but" Wade stilled his nerves, turning serious. 

"He's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. My day isn't complete until I see him.” Wade tried to convey his genuines.

“And man getting to see that ass in action." Tony shuffled his feet angrily

"Can you not talk about my son's ass so much?" he asked angrily.

[If not talk about butt, why so big, hmm?]

"Right. My bad. Anyway the point is, your son is amazing. He's perfect and I think I might be in love with him?”

{Maybe a bit too much there}

“Oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that..." he pulled out a little blue book titled 'dating 101' and flipped through it. 

"Uhhh that's not in the book." Steve laughed at the antics. The blond captain moved in front of Tony and placed a hand on Wade's shoulder causing the mercenary to look up at him.

[America’s ass is touching us!]

{That’s his hand, not his ass}

[The owner of America's ass is touching us!]

"Okay. We will give you a chance. I trust that you will not blow it, son.” Wade grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh and could you maybe take the princess off of house arrest? I kinda need him to not be grounded right now. I'm gonna be out of town in a few days and-"

"On a job?" Tony asked, accusingly. Wade made the 'sort of' motion with his hand. Steve narrowed his eyes.

"You're going after the guys that wanted you to kill Peter." Steve worded it like it wasn't a question. Wade avoided his eyes.

"Look, if I don't, they'll just get someone else to go after him." Wade grumbled through gritted teeth.

"He would be, and feel, safer with you here." The Merc knew the capsicle was right but he couldn’t take the chance that they hadn’t already found someone else to do the job.

"You're still going, aren't you?" Wade nodded at the Captain's question causing him to sigh. "We're coming too then."

"I don't think-"

"We're coming or Peter stays grounded." Tony argued.

"Fine, but he gets his suit back too" Tony nodded.

—

Peter had snuck downstairs when he heard people talking. He recognized his parents' voices and- was that Wade? He hid around the corner and listened in.

"-perfect and I think I might be in love with him? Oh shit. I shouldn’t have-" Peter stopped listening, his mind short circuiting. Wade liked him- loved him even! So much so that he had come to talk to his parents on his own free will. Peter raced back up to his room giddily. He threw himself onto his bed, happily this time, and took out his phone.

To - Big Dick Energy : Come to my room

Peter hit send and waited patiently, a goofy smile on his face.

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Wade smiled down at his phone when the name "Princess" popped up, surrounded by a jumble of hearts, smiley faces, eggplants, and crowns.

To - Princess : Be there soon, baby boy

He added a few winking faces and a kiss before hitting send. 

"So," he shuffled his feet, a little too excited to see his Petey Pie, "that's a go on romancing the princess?" Tony groaned and dropped his face to his hands.

"Please stop calling him that in front of me."

"Oh, no, don't worry!" Wade smiled. "He totally likes it."

"I think you should go, Wilson," Steve told him sternly, tightening his arm around Tony's waist to keep him from lunging at Wade.

"Right! I'm just gonna go kidnap Petey if that's alright." He walked towards the hall when Steve nodded before realizing he didn't know where he was going.  

"Oh, right, how do I get to his room? I've only ever gone in through the window and- ah, nevermind I'll find my way." He took off down the hall before Tony could start yelling. He strolled down the hall, taking many guesses at which room was Peters and usually getting it wrong, until he found the door with a big blue and red spider painted on it. He laughed at how cute it was before slinging the door open, not bothering to knock. 

"Hey, hot stuff" he said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest, "The dogs have been called off for now. How about you and I hit the town?"

Peter practically jumped off of his bed and ran to Wade like a kid on christmas morning, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the room before slamming the door behind him. Before Wade could say something sarcastic, Peter jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs tightly around the older man's waist and kissing him deeply.

He didn't want to admit he had been listening, but hearing Wade say he loved him had made him happier than he could ever remember being. Even happier than the time before they knew each other's identities and Deadpool had given Spiderman a handmade friendship bracelet. Peter had been so happy about that that he refused to take it off until it broke during one of their patrols.

"It's nice to see you too," Wade laughed against his lips.

"Mmhmm! Shut up and kiss me"

[Ooo demanding, isn’t he? That’s hot]

{Shut the fuck up, Yellow. I’m trying to watch}

Peter’s hands trailed down Wade's chest. Wade's arms were hooked under Peter's ass, hands dangerously close to where Peter's own fingers had been not long before. The thought would have been nice if it didn't make him embarrassed all over again. He groaned into the kiss before pulling away and burying his head in Wade's chest.

"Did I do something wrong, baby boy?" Wade asked, running a hand along Peter's back. Peter shook his head but didn't say anything, not wanting to explain why his face was redder than his suit. "Relationships require communication, baby boy." The nickname somehow made Peter even more red than he already was and he pushed his face further into Wade's chest. 

"It's embarrassing" he whined, pulling at the soft fabric of Wade's hoodie to try and get even closer.

"I once fell out of the window of my apartment" Wade told him suddenly, trying to coax an answer out of him.

"You fall out of windows all the time."

"True," Wade chimed, knowing the end of his story would get Petey Pie talking, "but this time , my underwear got caught on the edge and I was left dangling from my window with my ass showing to my entire block." Peter slowly looked up, trying to tell if Wade was lying. 

"That is so not true!"

"I swear it is," Wade laughed. "It ripped my favorite pair of Spiderman undies. You can ask anyone on my block and they'll tell you the story."

"Your entire neighborhood saw your ass while you dangled from a window?"

"Pretty much. And we both know my ass is nowhere near as beautiful as yours." They both started laughing hysterically and Peter nearly forgot why he was embarrassed in the first place. Until Wade adjusted his hand that still rested on Peter's ass. "Now you. Spill."

"Fiiiiine" Peter hid his face again, covering his mouth so that he could muffle every word of his tragic and humiliating story. "Ahdjkcmnallfjbsbhudj."

"I don't speak keyboard smash." Peter hesitated, and pulled away from Wade, leaning back, but still hugging Wade tightly.

"Ughhhh! The reason I am literally dying of embarrassment is because my dads and aunt Nat heard me getting off in the shower! And I thought the music was loud enough but apparently not and they probably heard way more than anyone needs to hear from me and they definitely heard me moan your name! Do you see why I'm mortified?!" He pulled himself back up to face Wade, his eyes wide and hoping for sympathy and not sarcasm. Wade blinked at him for a few seconds, not saying anything and making Peter more and more miserable every second until he finally spoke.

"You moaned my name?" Sarcasm it is. Peter threw himself back again, nearly falling out of Wade's arms. 

"That's all you have to say?!"

"No! No, of course not! I have so much to say." Peter didn't want to know where that sentence was going, but he was sure he was going to find out. 

"Mainly, you moaned my name?"

"Please don't do this to me."

"Was it like a heat of the moment thing or were you thinking of me the whole time?"

"You are not helping!"

"What, exactly, would that have sounded like?"

"This is embarrassing enough already!"

"What, and please be very, very specific. Very specific. What could you possibly have been thinking that would make you moan my name loud enough for the whole tower to hear?" Peter groaned and pulled himself back up to hide in Wade's neck, too humiliated to even speak. 

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Wade laughed and hugged Peter tighter. "You have no reason to be embarrassed, baby boy." 

“I have every reason to be embarrassed! The people who changed my diaper as a baby, just heard me getting off!

"I'm sure Super Dads have already forgotten about the whole thing. It's not a big deal."

"It is such a big deal!" Peter shouted. "It's an even bigger deal now that I said I was thinking about you... I can't even believe I admitted that."

"Please," Wade scoffed, making Peter lean back and cock an eyebrow at him. "I'm flattered. And it's not like I haven't done the same thing."

"W-What? You. uh..?" He trailed off, not sure how to respond.

"What? I touch myself while thinking of my precious Spider Boy?" Wade finished for him. "Yes, I do." Peter stared at him wide-eyed but said nothing, so Wade kept talking. 

"How could I not? I've had some of my best nights with just the thought of your cute little ass. And when you sent me that picture? If you think I didn't-"

"W-Wade! You ca-an't just say things like that! That's ina-"

"Inappropriate? You mean like-" He was cut off by Peter's hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." He kept his hand over Wade's mouth until he was sure Wade got the point. When he finally pulled it away, he brought both of his hands to play with the front of Wade's hoodie. 

"I'm never swapping stories with you again," he pouted.

"You really need to lighten up, Spidey." Wade kissed him deeply, not giving him a chance to argue. His head was already spinning from the idea of the precious Spider Boy thinking of him in his most intimate moments. The kiss was not helping. He dropped the younger boy onto his bed and Peter let out a surprised yelp as he crawled on top of him, just barely breaking the kiss.

"I have a great idea of how to do that," he said, grinding his hips down against the other’s. Peter's eyes went wide and he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips up against Wade. 

"O-oh. You mean…?"

"If you want to. I mean, I would think you do, considering the whole shower thing, but I don't want to assume." Peter playfully slapped his shoulder.

"You're not funny," Peter said, but he was still giggling. "I-Is that a good idea? The family room is right down the hall and if they hear us dad will kill you as many times as he can and I'm not sure pops would even try to stop him. He'd probably help him."

"You are vocal," Wade teased lightly. "But I guess you can't help that, can you? The whole heightened senses thing. I'm sure it makes you pretty sensitive." He drew out the last part, gliding his hand down Peter's stomach to palm him through his sweatpants. Peter whined and bucked up into his hand. 

"I do much more than that and they'll definitely hear you." Wade sat back on his heels, smirking down at the perfect legs still wrapped around his waist. 

"So, let's play a game."

"A game? But I thought we were -"

"Twenty minutes. If you stay quiet, you win. If I can make you make those pretty little noises of yours, then I win. If you win, we’ll go to my place. And we do whatever your little heart desires." He saw the question in Peter's eyes and slid his hands under the thin fabric of the avengers shirt. 

"My place is safer. If we're doing this, I want to know I won't get a bullet in the head for making you really scream." Peter's breath caught in his throat but he tried to act unfazed. 

"Y-you wouldn't get a bullet in the head. A shield maybe, but not a bullet." He laughed awkwardly, trying to hide that Wade's comment about making him scream had made him embarrassingly hard embarrassingly fast. "S-so, what if you win?" Wade grinned maliciously.

"If I win -"

"Yeah, I already don't like the look on your face."

"Hush. If I win... Well, your shower story is nice and all but I really don't think it's complete without a visual." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Peter hid his face in his hands.

"That is so messed up!" Peter shouted, his voice a little too high.

"It is not! You just get embarrassed too easily. I think we need to work on that." Peter rolled his eyes. "Do we have a deal?"

"If I make noises you're going to make me finger myself in front of you?"

"Well, I would definitely never make you do anything. I would merely suggest that it's something I would be highly, highly, highly interested in. Or we skip the game and go straight to my place. It's your call."

{Yeah, don’t be a fucking creep. Give him an out}

Peter thought about it for a minute, fighting with himself. On the one hand playing this little 'game' not only meant that his dads might hear him, but he also knew he would probably lose. On the other hand... 

"I do like games" he smiled sheepishly. Wade’s eyes lit up and he nearly fell off of the bed in excitement.

"I really didn't think you would agree to that," he laughed. "Really that was such a long shot! I can't believe you said yes!"

[Neither can we, TBH]

"Just shut up and get going before I change my mind," Peter whined.

"As you wish, princess."

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Twenty minutes. Wade had asked Friday to set a timer for twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes of Peter being pinned to the mattress trying to hide his moans and gasps while Wade treated his body like his own personal playground. The game sounded easy enough, but Peter quickly regretted the terms of the deal. There was no way he was going to win.

"Not even five minutes in and you're already squirming," Wade teased, kissing him quickly. "Feel free to back out at any time. Of course, quitting means I win by default, but I don't think that's such a bad thing."

Peter huffed but didn't say anything. He didn't know if talking counted as making noise, but he wasn’t going to risk breaking the rules of this little game. When he didn't say anything, Wade went back to peppering Peter's neck with small kisses while his fingertips trailed across his sides and stomach, digging in occasionally just enough to make him gasp. Every once in a while he would grind his hips down against Peter's again, laughing when his eyes went wide and he was visibly struggling to keep quiet.

"I have to admit, baby boy, you've made it longer than I thought you would." Peter just glared at him, lips pulled into a thin line. 

"Don't be like that," Wade laughed. "You know you're having fun." Peter rolled his eyes but smiled. He was having fun.

His smile was wiped away quickly when Wade slid further down his legs, his fingers pulling at the hem of his sweatpants. "May I?"

Peter's eyes flicked back and forth from the door to the man eyeing him like he would devour him in seconds flat, taking a second to hope he had locked the door before slowly nodding. He lifted his hips to help Wade tug his sweatpants off. Even with his shirt and boxers still on, he felt weirdly exposed and vulnerable. He didn't think his cheeks could get any more red, but he was apparently wrong.

"You sure this is okay?" Wade asked, genuine concern in his voice. "You look like you're about to pass out." Peter nodded but stayed quiet, still determined to win. 

"Talk to me, princess. We'll hit the pause button real quick so that you won't lose." He winked and poked Peter's nose as if it was an actual button, making Peter laugh lightly.

"I'm fine," he assured, sighing deeply. "More than fine. I'm a little nervous but please," he leaned up to pull at Wade's hoodie and bring him in for a kiss, "please don't stop." He layed back down, hands running over his face to calm his nerves a bit.

"Then, let the games begin," Wade laughed. "Well, begin again." He poked Peter's nose as if to press play again, but Peter's silent laugh was cut short when Wade lunged forward to immediately start mouthing at him through his boxers.

He hadn't expected Wade to get back into their game so quickly, but no way was he complaining. One hand clutched the bed sheets in a death grip while the other flew up to cover his mouth. He was not about to lose.

"That's cheating," Wade whispered in a sing-song voice, moving to nibble lightly at Peter's thigh. Peter dropped his other hand to the sheets, pretty sure he would rip them if he held in any tighter, and bit his lip probably a little too tight. Wade looked over to the digital clock on the wall that was counting down.

"Ten more minutes," Wade smiled against his thigh. "If you make it that long."

Peter had about a million sarcastic comments flood through his head, but every last one was lost when he heard a knock at his door. Both of them stared wide-eyed at each other without saying a word.

"Hey, kid, it's me," Steve called through the door . "You got a minute?" Wade leaned up to whisper in Peter's ear, a worryingly cocky smile on his face. 

"You can talk, but I think hiding your sweet little noises is a little more important than just this game now." He moved back to hover over Peter's still-clothed cock.

"You wouldn't," Peter said, but he knew that was a lie. "Wade, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Of course it's not, but doesn't it sound fun?"

Peter jumped at another knock, clearing his throat before answering. "You in there?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm here. What did you-" He tried to keep his voice level and normal, but that was a little hard with Wade's mouth back on his cock.

"What did you need?" he managed to breathe out, hoping he didn't sound too weird.

"Your dad and I want to talk to you. Alone. Before you go anywhere."

"Oka-ay! No problem! Be out in a few minutes!" He could hear his pops hesitating at his door.

"Is everything okay in there?" Steve questioned, his voice more stern than usual. Peter wasn’t aware that was possible.

"Yeah, I was just... taking a nap!" He didn't want to lie to his Pops, but there was no explaining this. "Still trying to wake up!"

"You seem pretty awake to me," Wade said quietly, earning a glare.

"I'll be right out!" They heard footsteps go down the hall and Peter let out a shaky breath. 

"I can't believe you just did that," he said, playfully shoving Wade and laughing.

"You can believe it, and you loved it," Wade argued, kissing his inner thighs.

"Shut up," Peter laughed. "That was so embarrassing."

"It only would have been embarrassing if he knew what was going on, but I'm sure he's blissfully unaware."

"You're probably right," Peter agreed. "If he knew what was going on then we would have already heard screaming from the family room." They both laughed at that and Wade looked over at the clock. 

"You still have five minutes." He winked and tugged lightly as Peter's boxers. "As much fun as this is, I don't really enjoy the taste of cotton. So if you want..."

Peter could barely breathe at the thought, but within seconds his boxers had joined his sweatpants on the floor. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at the way Wade looked at him. He was practically worshipping Peter's cock with his eyes alone, hands moving aimlessly along Peter's legs and torso. 

"You're so fucking sexy, baby boy." The praise made Peter squirm but he loved it. "I could stare at you for hours, but I can't wait anymore to really taste you."

Peter had been doing so well in their game that he actually cursed himself when he squealed when Wade swallowed him down in one go. He groaned when Wade smirked around his cock, but couldn't be upset for too long. Not with a warm mouth wrapped around his dick. And especially not when Wade was acting like that very dick was his first sips of water after being stranded in the desert for a month.

He thought Wade would have stopped the second he lost, but he kept going and Peter's noises kept getting louder and more desperate. He covered his mouth with both hands, hoping it would help quiet him down, but it was useless when Wade swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock. He grabbed a pillow from under his head, moaning into it and letting his hips buck off of the bed repeatedly. Wade pulled back, one hand reaching out to stroke Peter's cock while the other pinned his hips back down. 

"I think that means I won," he said, smiling so wide it actually hurt.

"You're such an ass," Peter groaned, the pillow still muffling every sound.

"Really?" Wade asked. "'Cause I could stop?" He gave his wrist another flick.

"No!" Peter said, throwing the pillow away. "No, please. Please don't stop."

Wade didn't say anything, he just went back to sucking the actual soul out of him. Peter used every ounce of self control to not cry out at every movement that felt just a little too amazing. When Wade sunk all the way down again, swallowing around his cock and bringing him that much closer to an orgasm that was just barely out of reach, Peter finally had to break his silence again.

"W-Wade I'm, fuck, I'm- I Need to- Gonna -" He pulled the pillow back over his face to hide his flustered words and moans, not wanting his dads to hear them twice in one day - or ever again for that matter.

He thought Wade might pull away at the warning, but he didn't. He kept working Peter up further and further until he was cumming down Wade's throat. An endless, muffled moan filled the small room while he swallowed every last drop.

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Peter removed the pillow from his face, looking at Wade in awe as he swallowed the last of Peter's cum.

"Th-That," he cleared his throat, his voice still shaky from his recent orgasm "was really hot."

He swallowed hard, as if he hadn't had a drop of water in years, his Adam's apple bobbing. He wondered vaguely what his cum tasted like, Wade definitely looked like he enjoyed the flavor. Wade looked at him like a predator looking for its next meal. It sent a spark down Peter's spine all the way to his deflating dick, which twitched in interest. He could clearly see Wade's arousal outlined in the grey sweatpants he was wearing. Peter's mouth watered. He wanted to see Wade hard in his Deadpool suit.

"I need-" to taste you, to be filled by your cock; Peter wasn't sure which he wanted more right now. Wade cocked his head in question, hungry gaze still present.

"I want-" he felt unreasonably horny, despite just cuming. "To help you" he managed finally, gesturing to Wade's dick. The merc's grip on his hips tightened deliciously.

"Oh don't worry, baby boy! I intend to cum watching you replay your cute little shower scene for me. You don't mind me touching myself while I watch, do you?" He asked playfully, seductively. It was a genuine question, though; he didn't want Peter to be uncomfortable.

"No! I-I mean, you can! It's okay. I wanna see- wanna watch you."

He moved reluctantly, missing the pressure on his hips from Wade's large hands as soon as they left him. He turned on his side slightly to reach a drawer on his bedside table. He opened it and pulled out a small cylindrical bottle of lube, no taller than his thumb. It had pink letters on it that Wade couldn't quite make out. Peter adjusted himself to give Wade a better view of his ass. He was on all fours, his face to the headboard of his bed and his ass to Wade. Once he was comfortable, he lubed up three fingers. He prepared himself mentally to do this in front of someone else. Once he was ready, he snaked his right hand between his thighs and up to his entrance.

Wade's breath hitched as he watched Peter shakily circle his hole with a glossy finger. Peter teased his hole a bit more before pushing the digit inside. He was still a bit stretched from earlier so there was really no reason for him to start with just one finger. He only really did it for Wade; to tease him just a bit. He pressed his finger in further, searching for the spot that made him weak, breathing shakily once he reached it. He heard the shuffling of clothes behind him and wished so badly that he could see what Wade was doing. He pulled his finger almost all the way out and then added another.

Wade pulled his pants down quicker than he'd ever done anything in his life. The way Peter's body went weak for just a moment after his finger searched within him. He had already been hard. How could he not be when Peter made such sweet noises while he was sucked off? Now, though, he felt like he might explode if he didn't get some relief. His hand flew to grip his dick, his eyes glued to Peter's fingers as he added another digit. He watched his spider scissor the two fingers in and out, his movements already becoming desperate. He moved the hand on his dick in sync with Peter's fingers. He imagined those fingers being replaced by his cock. Wade moaned in need when Peter brushed that spot inside him, his body shaking. He could tell the brunette was going slowly, teasing him, on purpose.

"Fuck, baby boy." He groaned, lust dripping from his voice. "Stop teasing, princess." The hand not currently pumping his dick went to grab at Peter's calf.

The combination of Wade's words and touch made Peter turn to look at him. That was a mistake. The look on Wade's face, and being able to fully see his erect cock made something crazy stir inside of him. He pulled his fingers out of himself with a slurp. He then spun on his knees facing Wade suddenly, who's hand stilled on his dick in shock. Peter quickly moved to sit in the other's lap, their hard cocks caressing each other. The spider started attacking the merc's mouth with desperate open mouth kisses. He moved his hand in between the two of them where their dicks bobbed with every movement. He pushed Wade's own hand away to replace it with his. He just needed to touch it. Whether his hand was small or Wade's length was huge, he didn't know. He only knew that his hand wasn't able to fully wrap around it. Almost but not quite. That fact only turned him on more. He moved his hand up and down the appendage slowly at first, wanting to take in the feel, but he soon got inpatient.

"Ah, Wade." His hips began moving, rubbing his erection against Wade's as he pumped it. Wade's hand creeped around to his still slick ass and teased.

"Fuck, Petie pie, baby, is this okay?" His finger pressed slightly at Peter's hole to indicate what he meant. Peter wanted to simultaneously lean back onto the finger and lean forward to get friction on his neglected cock. He nodded his head frantically.

"Yes,Wade! Oh, Please!" He whined against the other's lips. Wade didn't hesitate after getting approval, his finger pressing inside of the younger man immediately. He knew Wade’s fingers were bigger than his but he didn’t realise by how much. Wade’s one finger already felt wider than his two that were previously inside of him. He let out a long moan, his eyes rolling back as the finger brushed against the most sensitive spot inside him.

Wade added a second finger, and started massaging the spider boy’s prostate making Peter’s back arch. He started mumbling the merc’s name over and over again, the hand he had on the other’s dick gripping a bit harder and going faster. Wade used the hand he didn't have inside of Peter, to wrap around the hand the other had on his dick. He enveloped Peter’s dick with his, stroking them together. He was intent on Peter cumming first. He felt Peter’s body tense up and knew he was nearing his limit.

“Cum for me, Princess,” Wade murmured, his voice hoarse. He watched Peter”s face as his body went still. He felt the cum spurt onto his hand and with a few more strokes to their cocks, he was cumming as well. Peter’s body twitched at the momentary over stimulation. They both had to catch their breath coming down from the highs of their orgasms.

---

When his head cleared, Peter was very embarrassed about how he reacted. His face went red and his eyes shot to Wade to gauge his reaction. Would he think differently of him now that he had acted so crazy? Wade was still riding the post orgasm high, he looked like an idiot in love. Peter calmed down, his fears quelled. Peter grinned toothily at him and handed him a tissue from a box that he had on his night stand. He cleaned himself up and moved off of Wade. He got off the bed on shaky legs.

“I’ll be right back! Gonna go get a wet towel for us.” he tried patting down his unruly hair as he exited his room. He walked down the hall to the bathroom, cursing himself when he got there for not remembering he’d used the last clean towel earlier. He’d have to go downstairs to get more. On his way to the elevator, he passed the family room, where his dads were talking quietly.

“Peter! Come here for a second, son. We need to tell you something.” Peter looked at them quizzically but still came at their request nonetheless.

“What’s up, dad? Pops?” He looked between them. Their faces were serious and grim. It made Peter worry.

“We will be leaving on a mission soon. We aren’t sure of the exact time right now. It’s very important and we need you to stay here.” Peter’s brows furrowed together. Did they not trust him on an important mission?

“Why can’t I go with you guys? I can help. I’ve gotten way better at one-on-one combat. I’ve been training really hard.” His voice oozed hurt and his face showed it as well. “Is this because I accidentally gave away my identity to Wade? It was a one time accident I swear!” His pops frowned and turned away from him.

“It’s not that.” his dad tried to reassure him. “It’s just too dangerous. It’s not something I want you to be a part of.” Peter didn’t understand. He was a real hero now! He patrolled on his own, mostly. Peter opened his mouth to argue again but was stopped.

“That’s final, Peter. You aren’t coming and, in fact, you will stay in the tower for the entire time we are gone.” Peter bristled.

“You can’t be serious! Why am I being punished?” Peter yelled. He was angry and hurt. There was something they weren't telling him and he didn’t understand why.

“There are plenty of things you should be being punished for right now, You’re lucky this is temporary, Peter. You have been more than reckless this past week. Some time inside will do you good.” Peter sulked. At least he would have Wade to keep him company. Oh, Wade. In his anger, he had forgotten what he had been doing in the first place.

“Fine.” Peter conceded and walked to the elevator to go get more towels.

---

Not long after Peter had left the room, Wade had received a message from his friend Weasel. The text had said that the people after Peter were getting paranoid and planned to move soon. That meant if he wanted to stop them, he would have to leave immediately. He wished he could at least say goodbye properly to his little spider before he had to go, but this was all to protect him.

“Friday, my lovely friend! Can you send a copy of this message to tin man and cappy?” A scanner descended from the ceiling and Wade held out his cracked screen for it to read.

“Yes. I can get this to them right now.”

“Wait! Not if Petey pie is around.”

“Understood.” Wade sighed and headed towards the window. He just had to do this job quickly to protect Peter, then he could come back and it would all be fine.

---

When Peter exited the elevator with the fresh towels it was weirdly quiet. His parents were no longer in the family room, but he didn’t think much of it until he got back to his room.

“Hey I got that-” the smile he had been wearing from thinking about Wade was gone in an instant. His room was empty. Had he upset Wade somehow?

“F-Friday,'' he began shakily “how long ago did Wade leave?”

“Wade Wilson left approximately three minutes and twenty two seconds after you left.” Peter nodded. Maybe Wade had regretted what they did. Maybe Peter was too needy during it. Maybe Wade had just gotten what he wanted so he was done with Peter. His heart felt heavy in his chest and the back of his neck felt like it was on fire.

“Friday, where are my parents?” He recognized what he was feeling as the beginning of an anxiety attack.

“They have left the building. Your heart rate is highly elevated. Maybe you should take some of your medicine.” Peter let out a shaky breath. Wade and his parents were gone. His parents probably left on the mission they had just told him about. Wade’s disappearance could be coincidental, or it could be related. Peter tried to regulate his breathing as he walked to get his medicine from his desk.

“Are Wade and my parents going to the same location?” Peter opened the pill bottle and shook two pills out.

“Yes” Peter swallowed the pills dry.

“Where is this location?” He expected Friday to put up a fight, saying that he was allowed access to that information. However,

“An abandoned warehouse in Queens, New york.” A screen lowered from the ceiling showing a map to Peter. It seemed in their haste to leave, his parents forgot to restrict this information in the database.

Peter knew he had to go. He needed to know what was so important, he needed to know why he was allowed to be included, but mostly he needed to know if Wade was there or if he really had just left him. He quickly wiped himself down with the wet towel and changed into his Spidey suit. He headed toward his window, idly wondering if this is the window Wade had left out of just like he had so many times before. He shot a web out and started swinging towards Queens.

---

Wade had managed to stop and change into his suit and still made it to the location before Peter's parents. The address led him to an area filled with what looked to be abandoned warehouses, save for one tucked at the far end. It had light streaming out of it, and Wade could see men loading unlabeled boxes into the back of a few trucks. There was a broken window on the top that could be used to enter, all of the warehouses had glass ceilings it seemed. He heard a crunch behind him and turned to see Iron-Man and Captain America.

"What information do you have on them?" Cap asked. Wade was ashamed to admit that he didn't have much. He usually looked into his jobs more before accepting but the money was good and the job had been suggested by Weasel. Wade was sure his friend didn't know how things would turn out. He probably thought he was giving Wade easy money at the time. Honestly, how much trouble could a scrawny university student cause, after all.

"They want Peter dead, and they're willing to pay a hefty sum. More money than I've ever been offered for one job." He was uncharacteristically serious. He kicked himself. He should have been suspicious at the price. He thought it was due to the possibity of having to fight old tin man.

"And? Is that all you know?" Tony demanded angrily. Wade shot him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry. We can just take them out. Then they won't be a threat to him." Wade's voice was sincere, but he exuded anger. He knew Spider-man had made plenty of enemies, but what had Peter done? The job had been to kill Peter not Spiderman, but why?

"Then we don't know what we're up against. We need to do this carefully." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. Wade only nodded, his body rigid and serious.

There was suddenly a commotion from below; movement yelling and a gun going off.
After that, it got eerily quiet making a pit settle into the stomach of the three on the roof. Nervous eyes looked at each other.

"What the fuck was that?" Tony asked what they were all thinking.

They moved closer, running, or flying, over a few rooftops until they landed on the occupied one. They hung off the side peeking over the glass to get a better look but not be seen. They saw several men in a circle, guarding something, guns at the ready.

A man, who seemed to be the leader, walked toward the circle and it parted. The gap between the men allowed the heroes to see what they were guarding.

In the middle of the men, in a pool of blood, slumped Peter, unconscious.

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Peter was angry. More than that though, he was worried. His dads and Wade had left on some mission he wasn’t even allowed to go on because it was ‘too dangerous’! As soon as Friday told him the location he got changed into his suit faster than anyone has ever tried to shove themselves into spandex. He swung from rooftop to rooftop quickly, fuming and scared the entire time. Thoughts swam through his head at the possibilities. His parents and Wade never got along, not even when S.H.I.E.L.D forced them on missions together. So, understandably, Peter was confused as to why his parents would suddenly jump on a mission with Wade voluntarily. Surely Wade would have told him if his parents were involved, right? He talked about this mission as if it were a solo one.

Of course the hideout was at an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Peter rolled his eyes, cliche. He landed lightly on one of the roofs. It all looked abandoned, Peter knew at least one of them would have answers inside so he quietly inspected each building. Every one of them was bare inside, up until the very last one in the back corner. The inside of this building was pretty furnished inside. There was a small room in the back, Peter was sure it was some kind of office for the leader. There were desks scattered around, littered with papers. There was not a soul in sight and all the lights were off. His spidey sense didn't alert him of any danger so he decided to get a closer look. He kicked at one of the windows on the top of the building until it broke, making a hole big enough for him to slip through. He waited after breaking the window to make sure he hadn’t alerted any security systems. Once again, his spidey sense was quiet, so he crawled through the broken window.

Peter crawled down the wall and onto the ground. He walked gently towards the closest desk. The papers were covered in messy scribbles that Peter struggled to decipher. Checking the other desks showed similar results. All the pages were covered in the same illegible scribbling. He picked up a page and held it in his hand as he walked towards the back office. Maybe there he would find answers. At least he hoped. He was starting to feel like something was wrong but his spidey sense stayed quiet so he chalked it up to his anxiety. He creeped closer to the back room, and reached his free hand out to the handle, fully expecting it to be locked. However, when he turned the knob the door opened with a creek. It was a dark room, a red light dimly lit up hundreds of photographs. They were scattered everywhere; on the floor, taped to the wall, even strung up with clothes pins.

And in every photograph was the same subject. Peter Parker. Peter walking to school, Peter with friends, Peter eating lunch at school, Peter entering Stark tower, but worst of all there were pictures of Peter… as Spiderman. Whoever this was knew his secret identity. Peter gasped and dropped the paper he had been holding. He scanned the photos, panicked, and slowly started backing up and out of the room. His movements were halted when he hit a firm body and his spidey sense suddenly crashed into him, making him double over and grab onto his head to attempt to ease the overwhelming feeling. Strong hands came to grasp at his shoulders, roughly. He heard what sounded like the whirring of a machine vaguely, but he wasn’t sure.His spidey sense was screaming and he could barely move. He heard whoever had a hold of him speaking but he couldn’t tell what they were saying.

----

The three men on the roof saw red. Wade was ready to jump down into the middle of the men, guns blazing, White and Yellow agreed with him for once, but Tony’s next words stopped him.

“Beck?” Tony asked, astonished. Steve and Wade turned to the shorter male.

“You know this ass face?” Wade asked in confusion. Steve opened his mouth, probably to comment on the language, but Tony interrupted him.

“I mean, kind of? I thought he was locked up. A while back, Peter and him were friends… or something. They met while Steve was gone indefinitely and I was away on an extended mission. Peter really looked up to him, too much in my opinion. He was great with mechanics and could build some pretty great stuff. Unfortunately, he abused his abilities. He was angry at me and took it out on Peter. He stole some Stark combat drones and altered them. Beck changed the drones so that they could alter someone’s vision and perception. He used the admiration Peter had for him, against him. Their ‘relationship’ was really unhealthy.” Tony sighed and wiped his face with his hand.

“He found out Peter was spiderman by messing with his mind. Making him see things that weren’t there, people that weren’t there. I got back from the mission just in time, but Peter was a wreck. I feel like the kid was leaving out a lot of details about their relationship, but he was so messed up I couldn’t ask him about it. That’s around the time he got diagnosed, and medicated, for his anxiety. I was sure I locked that prick up forever but here he stands.” Tony exuded a silent rage. Steve was speechless.

“Why did you never mention this to me?” Steve asked angrily.

“How could I when you had just come back from choosing Bucky over us?” Wade’s eyes widened and he looked quickly between the two before turning around and pretending he was not listening.

“That’s not fair, Tony.” Steve’s voice was sad, but firm.

“What you did to us wasn’t fair.” Tony sounded angry and tearful.

Even White and Yellow thought they should shut the fuck up and focus on the task at hand.

“Look, maybe this isn’t the time for your marriage counseling? Peter is down there hurt and that Beck guy is saying something to his men.” They barely paid attention to Wade, and continued to argue quietly.

“We need to focus on helping Peter and not on past mistakes.” Steve Urged.

“ Your past mistakes are relevant to Peter’s situation!” Tony growled.

Wade angrily rolled his eyes and looked helplessly back down at Peter.

----

Quentin laughed, a low dark chuckle, a few drones flew in the air behind him. Something about seeing Peter on the ground, unconscious,and bleeding by his hand was really delicious.

“Time to wake up, sleeping beauty!” He yelled, kicking Peter’s side. Peter groaned, coming to.

“Wha-?” his throat was dry and his head hurt as he turned to peek one eye open. “Q-Quentin?” He was tired and confused. His brain struggled to grasp what was going on.

His head was throbbing and his spidey sense was still humming lowly in the back of his mind. He realised slowly that his mask was off, and he could feel sticky blood pooled under his head on the floor. He couldn’t force his body to get up, or even move very much.

“Ah, He’s awake! You know, I thought it would be hard to get to you again,” He bent down and grabbed a fistful of Peter’s bloody curls, pulling his head up painfully. He leaned his face close to Peter’s “But you came right to me. You must have missed me, sweetheart.” He dropped the hero’s head and it bounced slightly on the ground causing Peter to make soft noises of pain.

“Don’t stop looking at me; you wouldn’t wanna miss this, Peter.” Beck used his foot to turn Peter’s gaze to him. Peter’s eyes were unfocused and his breathing was rapid.

----

“Okay! That’s enough bull shit!” Wade screamed. “Peter needs us and if I have to watch this sleaze ball touch him again I will murder someone, and, right now, you two are the closest targets.” They finally stopped arguing to glare at the mercenary, but he only angrily pointed down at the scene below them.

Their faces paled as they watched Beck tower over Peter. They nodded at each other and then at Wade.

“Right, of course.” Tony cleared his throat. “Wade, you can cause a diversion and give us time to get to Peter. They’ll be preoccupied with Peter, you can go in the front. Your healing factor should counteract any low grade weapons the lackeys may have. Beck is another story, he may have some high tech stuff. If he’s able to use the drones, it may be over for us. I’m going to try to jam the signals, while Steve works on taking out the visible drones. It’s important that we take out as many as we can before they can camouflage.” Wade hums in agreement while Steve only nods, perhaps still angry about their argument.

Tony stayed on the roof to work on the signal while Wade and Steve slid down the building, somehow not alerting the men inside. They both headed toward the main front door where the trucks were. Wade would head in first and Steve would hang behind until the perfect moment. Wade walked right through the opened door, Beck’s back was to him so he cleared his throat.

“Hey, fuck face! I believe you have something you shouldn’t.” Wade wanted to kick this guy’s teeth in, he wanted to slice him up with good ole Bea and Arthur, he wanted him to hurt . Beck turned to him with a bored expression.

“Do you think I wasn’t prepared for you? I’ve been monitoring Peter for months, years! I know all about you!” A lazy smirk graced his face as he spoke. The drones behind him buzzed in anticipation of receiving orders.

“Listen, man, I totally get it! Tin man sucks, like a lot, but what does that have to do with him?” He pointed to Peter, still barely moving on the floor. Peter had managed to turn to look at the commotion, making eye contact with Wade. It broke his heart to see how hurt Peter was up close.

“It’s understandable. Peter is one fine piece of ass.” He grit his teeth but kept a cheery tone, hoping to lower Beck’s guard.

[What the fuck are you saying, you waste of space?!]

{He’s playing him, you idiot. Calm down. We gotta make sure that Petey is safe.}.

[Ohhhh! I see. Okay, my b. Continue!]

“If I were you I’d be trying to get my hands on him as well. I mean, I heard you had him right where you wanted and tin man ruined that. Typical. Stark always has to ruin everything. And everyone thinks he’s a hero right? They praise him! It’s bullshit!" Wade threw his hand in the air and paused dramatically. "Anyways, I heard you can do some cool shit and I’m sure my reputation precedes me. I was thinking we could team up.” Quentin quirked an eyebrow.

“So you tracked me down to ask me to team up? Only after I got a hold of Peter?” Beck hummed in consideration. “I’m not sure that all adds up really.” Wade faltered for a moment, but a moment is all it took for Quentin to go on the attack. Luckily, before he made any moves to command the drones, Steve threw his shield, taking out two of the three that had been floating behind Beck. Wade took that as his cue to charge Quentin. Peter’s healing had kicked in enough for him to prop himself up on his arms, though not without wobbling and shaking.

“The drone! It can still shoot!” Peter yelled weakly to Wade. Wade didn’t care; he kept running at Beck, and the drone.

The drone geared up to shoot, but instead of aiming at Wade, it aimed at Peter. Wade and Steve, who had started to run into fight as well, stopped in their tracks. Peter, supported by his elbows, looked up at the drone aiming at him. Wade took in the sight. His hair was dark and wet, most likely with his own blood, and sticking to the left side of his forehead. Wade could see blood dripping down from his forehead to his cheek bone on that side as well.

“I told you that I was prepared, didn't I?” Quentin laughed. “You all have the same weakness: Peter.” Beck’s smile faltered. “Wait where is-?” Before Beck could finish the sentence a laser fired, taking down his last remaining drone. Beck grimaced. “Tony.”

Iron man floated down from the broken window, aided by the boosters in his hands and feet. Steve took the opportunity while everyone was distracted to attack the lackeys, who had been pretty useless, taking down one before Wade jumped in to help. Tony approached Beck, who backed up slightly.

“Stay away from my family.” Tony punched Beck with his iron fist. The man’s nose made a crunch “That includes Deadpool.”

[HOLY SHIT]

{Did he really just say that?}

Beck stumbled back and put a hand up to his nose. He looked to his men, who were being taken down one by one.

“Yeah take that, you crappy NPC! You’d never be the fan favorite!”

Wade laughed maniacally, kicking a man on the ground.

Beck looked around frantically for any advantage he could find, he feigned defeat for a moment, looking down while blood dripped onto the floor. Then suddenly he looked up with an evil smirk. Looking directly at Tony, he put a hand to his ear and spoke.

“E.D.I.T.H.” Tony didn’t have time to block the fire that came from a newly visible drone. Suddenly at least ten drones surrounded them, all now aiming at Tony.

“ Shit.” Tony cursed. Steve slid next to him just in time to cover him from the gun fire. All of Beck’s men laid unconscious on the floor. Tony looked frantically back to where Peter had been lying, vulnerable, only to see Deadpool had thrown a desk down in front of them as a makeshift shield. Not that it mattered; all the attention was on Tony.

Quentin wiped blood from his nose with the back of his hand and let out a roaring laugh.

“Like father, like son. I was really prepared to work hard to get close to the both of you. I was ready for long sleepless nights, trying to figure out the perfect plan to infiltrate your closest circle! Yet, not one, but both of you come to me! I’m just so lucky.” The onslaught of gunfire didn’t cease, causing Iron Man and Captain America to be stuck in their place behind the shield.

“I do apologise, for my awful hospitality, but I wasn't expecting any guests.” He looked over to the desk that had been toppled onit’s side by Deadpool, and strided over to it.

“Steve, don’t you think it’s a bit irresponsible of you to leave your only son under the supervision of some mercenary ?”

“Maybe.” Steve grunted under the weight of the bullets. “But he’s better company than you .” He spat. Steve’s remarks filled him with such anger, that he stopped his trek over to the desk, and turned towards them.

Beck put a hand up, stopping the onslaught of bullets momentarily.

“If you really believe that,” He chuckled darkly. He was now fully facing them, his back completely turned to the desk. “You’re crazier than he is.” Steve put his shield down and smirked.

“I don’t know, sometime’s crazy is just what you need.” Then, from behind him, Tony yelled.

“Now, Wade!”

Suddenly the desk, that had once been Beck’s target, was smashed through. Jumping through the wood was Deadpool with his katanas out. Peter was nowhere in sight.

Wade threw one of his katanas and the blade caught in Quentin’s shoulder, making the brunette wince in pain and fall onto his back.

[NOOO BEAAAA!!! You don’t deserve to be tainted by that scum’s blood :( ]

{Did you just say “:(“ out loud?}

[I mean, technically no? We’re inside some fuck up’s head. Can’t really say anything out loud ]

{Touche}

“Call off the drones.” Wade growled darkly, pushing his boot onto the katan sticking out of the other man. He grinned as he watched it slide in just a bit deeper.

“Okay, okay!” Beck hissed, sucking in air quickly. “ E.D.I.T.H. terminate comms.” The drones around the rooms turned dark and floated down to the floor gently.

“Now, you’re going to wait here like a good little boy for S.H.I.E.L.D. to come take your slimy ass in. And you are never going to go near Peter again, right?” Beck scoffed, even with the sword in his shoulder being pushed in deeper.

“You can’t stop me. I escaped once, and I’ll do it again. There will always be people who hate Tony as much as me, and I’m sure enough of them will be willing to do anything to get back at him.” Beck’s nose was blue and crooked from Tony punching him earlier, the blood underneath dry and flaky.

“I had Peter right where I wanted him before the old tin man came back, and I can get him there again. He’s already been broken once, it would be so easy to do it again. Having Spiderman under my control? That’s not something I can easily give up. Not to mention the way Peter begs and cries”

{Aw, hell nah}

[No one talks about Spidey like that]

{No one talks about Petey like that}

{[ KILL HIM ]}

Deadpool did not need to be told twice, he let go of his other Katana to pick Quinten up by the collar of his shirt. The idiot smirked momentarily, proud that he got such a ride out of the famous merc with a mouth. His smirk quickly fell as he watched Wade reared back his other fist. He punched the man square in the face and reared back for another.

“You are going to leave Peter alone” Another punch.

“You are never going to go near him again.” Another.

“Don’t say his name.” Another one, harder this time. He could see Quentin’s face becoming swollen and bruised, barely recognizable yet he continued.

“You won’t even so much as think about him again.” Another. He vaguely heard someone saying his name over the sound of Yellow and White urging him on.

He reared back to punch him again when he felt a hand on his bicep. He turned wild eyes filled with blood lust at the offender.

“Wade.” Standing there like a wobbly angel was Peter. His voice was soft and hoarse.

“I’m okay. It’s okay.” Peter assured him. Wade dropped Beck like dead weight, and turned to Peter. He put one hand on the boy’s shoulder and the other on his face, on the opposite side of his head injury.

“You’re not.” Wade leaned in to bump their head together, oh so softly. “He hurt you.”

“It’s okay.” Peter repeated, wobbling. Wade firmed the hand he had on his shoulder to steady him.

Peter’s eyes were still struggling to focus, his head pounding from the injury. With Beck down for the count, his spidey sense had quieted. Peter couldn’t make himself look at the man. He hated being reminded of what Beck had done to him, and he hated when Wade took the violence too far. He closed his eyes and leaned into Wade.

“My head hurts.”

“I know, baby boy.” Wade said sadly, stroking his face gently.

Steve and Tony, who had stayed back at Wade’s violent actions, now came closer to the pair. They didn’t necessarily agree with his actions, but they understood why he had done them. As Wade had said, the two of them had done much worse things in the past. It was unfamiliar territory for them when Wade behaved like that. Of course they had seen it in some past S.H.I.E.L.D. missions, but those times they were instructed to let him do whatever worked for him.

“Peter, hey kiddo,” He began softly, trying to get his son’s attention. Peter looked over at him burrily.

“Dad?” He asked, pulling away from Wade. His head felt really strange. So, did his stomach actually. Almost like he had to-

He pushed Wade away suddenly and threw up on the floor next to them.

“Yeah, bud. Let’s get you home, okay? You probably have a concussion. We’ll get Bruce to patch you up.”

"Hmm, okay" Peter hummed quietly before his body losing consciousness, and slumping against Deadpool. He looked at Wade.

“Pick him up, gently, and we’ll head back.” Wade carefully scooped Peter up, princess style, making sure to be especially careful with his head.

“What about him?” He asked, his head motioning toward Beck on the floor.

“I already called Fury. I had issues with the signals. I figured I wasted enough time on them, so I thought I’d make myself useful and go ahead and call him." He sighed, aggravated.

"Is he….” Steve hesitated. “ Breathing…?”

"They should be pulling up right about..” He paused until he heard the sound of tires on gravel outside. “Now.”

S.H.I.EL.D. agents rushed into the warehouse, some with guns raised, others with shields up, Fury behind them all.

“We already did your job for you.” Wade growled out.

“Woah, down dog.” Fury said sarcastically. He turned to Tony.

“Apparently, he escaped a while ago, he had guards and others in S.H.I.E.L.D. on his side. A lot of people hate you, Tony.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Tell me about it.” The director looked over at the man slumped in a heap on the floor. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.

“We’ll clean this up; you head home. We have a car out there for all four of you.” They watched as agents cuffed all the men and loaded them into armoured vehicles. A few agents surrounded Beck, kneeling down and checking for vital signs.

Tony and Steve stood with the air between them still thick. They all headed towards a black car behind all the other armoured vehicles containing the prisoners. Tony got in first, followed by Steve, and then lastly Wade, holding Peter. The door was shut behind them, and the driver slid into the front and buckled his seat belt. The car was quiet as they began the ride back to Stark tower. Wade stared down at Peter the entire time. He brushed bloody hair from his forehead and gently planted a kiss there. Peter’s eyes fluttered open and up at Wade.

“Wade,” Peter whispered. Wade brought his hand to cup Peter’s cheek, his other hand tight around Peter, still holding him securely in a cradling position. “Hurts.” he rasped out.

“I know, baby boy. We’re gonna fix you up. I'll put kick ass Hello Kitty bandaids on all your booboos and kiss them better.'' Wade promised, stroking Peter’s cheek with his thumb.

“We’ll be there soon.” He placed another kiss on his baby boy’s forehead, holding him close. Peter’s eyes fell closed, slipping into unconsciousness again.

Wade silently cursed New York traffic, and prayed to whoever was listening to hurry this car the fuck up.

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When the car finally pulled up to the tower, Bruce was already waiting for them with a clipboard in his hand. Wade slid out of the car as quickly as he could while still being mindful of Peter’s injuries. The four of them were ushered inside, getting several concerned looks from the people waiting in line for the receptionist. When they got in the elevator everyone was tense. Peter was still not awake, but Wade could see some of the minor bruising and scrapes starting to heal.

“Gee, Tony can’t these elevators go any faster? We could be wasting critical time here.” Bruce questioned.

“Look, when I designed this place I wasn’t thinking about people getting to me quickly. I was thinking about them getting to me slower so I wouldn’t have to deal with them as soon.” Steve rolled his eyes, but had a small smile.

“Be quiet.” Wade said sternly. “You’re gonna disturb Petey Pie.” He put his cheek gently against the Spider’s forehead. “He’s already starting to heal.” He whispered to the other three. Tony perked up at that and pushed Wade’s cheek away from Peter’s face.

“Thank god” Tony sighed, brushing Peter’s bangs to the side. “He’s looking better.” Tony smiled warmly, some of the tension melting off of him. Steve peered over Tony’s shoulder, though making sure to give him space.

“Our boy’s tough. He’ll bounce back in no time.” Peter’s nose wrinkled as the elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached their destination.

“Okay, great. I’ve already got everything set up and ready for him. I’ll check his vitals and we’ll go from there.” The doctor gestured to a room with what appeared to be a luxury hospital bed and high quality medical equipment.

“Okay, Wilson put him down on the bed, gently, and make sure you support his neck and head. Like a newborn.” Bruce instructed. Wade eyed him warily, shifting from foot to foot.

[NUH-UH! Nah! Doctor bad! Petey in danger! Don’t let them take himmmm!!]

{What if they do something wrong? What if they take his blood, without his permission, for experiments! What if they inject him with experiments??}

Wade whined.

“Sorry, mean green sexy machine. Unless you want me to get all shooty shooty bang bang, I’ll just hold onto him, mkay?” Bruce shifted his eyes between Tony and Deadpool.

“Sure! Fuck, whatever! Just sit on the bed with him then so we can make sure he’s okay.” The billionaire huffed in exasperation. The merc did as instructed and happily sat on the bed, all the while holding tightly to Peter.

“We need to wake him up. If he has a concussion it’s not good for him to be asleep.” Tony mumbled nervously.

“I wouldn’t really call this ‘asleep’ more like… ‘knocked out’” The merc corrected.

“He should wake up on his own soon. Unconsciousness due to a concussion is rare and usually brief.” The doctor informed them.

“I mean he was reacting to noise and light in the elevator so I’m sure he’ll be back with us soon.” Steve ensured, trying to calm his husband. Wade put his gloved cheek to Peter’s forehead once again, and gently started stroking it.

“Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater,” Wade cooed quietly. “It’s time for you to wake up, baby boy.” Peter’s nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed. Wade brought the hand not supporting Peter’s head up to stroke his cheek.

“Sweetheart, we’re all getting pretty worried. Lemme see those eyes, Bambi.” Tony gagged. Wade kept gently stroking his cheek and rubbing their faces until Peter groaned in pain and opened his eyes slightly.

“Ugh. I feel like poop.” Peter mumbled.

“Peter!” Tony yelled, making Peter wince back and turn his head into Wade’s chest.

“Tony, you need to quiet down or I’ll have to insist you leave.” The doctor scolded, causing Tony to shrink back.

“Sorry, Pete. Sorry, kid.” he whispered quickly.

“Alright, now we can get started. Wade, could you please sit him up? Still be mindful of his head” The doctor asked kindly.

“I’m tired” Peter mumbled into Wade’s chest.

“I know, baby.” Wade muttered, kissing the top of his head. “But the quicker this is over, the quicker we can help you feel better. Now let’s get you sat up” Peter just hummed tiredly as he was gently maneuvered up.

Bruce began the examination, gently getting all of Peter’s vital signs.

“Well? Is he okay?” Tony asked impatiently. Bruce frowned at him.

“He definitely has a concussion. His blood pressure is a little high and he has a small fever. These are all normal symptoms. With his healing factor he should be fine in a few hours, but of course he’ll need to be monitored until he’s given the all clear.” Tony sighed, but his hands were still held tightly in front of him. Steve put a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s tough, like I said.” Steve smiled, proud and relieved. Tony wasn’t sure if he wanted to relax into the touch or if he wanted to push the blonde off of him. They really needed to talk.

“It’s too bright in here.” Peter whined softly. Since the exam had ended, Peter had shoved his face into the crook of Wade’s neck. There he could block out some of the light and noise, and he could soak up Wade’s comforting scent, though it was a bit obstructed by all the red leather.

“You should take this off.” Peter mumbled tugging at the kevlar.

“What the fuck did he say?” Tony screeched. Peter winced and ducked his head further against the merc. Bruce gave a disapproving glare.

“Sorry” Tony mumbled meekly. “But my son just asked this idiot to undress right in front of me!” He whisper-yelled.

“Ugh! Not like that! He just smells good.” The spider hissed, annoyed. Tony’s eyes twitched.

“I wish I didn't hear that”

“Since Peter is arguably stable, he can go to his room to relax and recover. Friday can keep a monitor on his vitals and alert us if anything drops, or spikes. I’m sure Wade wouldn’t mind carrying him there?” Bruce asked with a challenging smile at Tony. The other scientist gaped at his friend.

“Of course!” Steve said happily, successfully stopping Tony from saying anything. “Wade, you know where it is. Go ahead! We’ll let you know when he is cleared.”

Wade nodded and stood, gently taking his little spider with him. Peter’s head was still in Wade's neck and the merc had a hand on his ass and back supporting him. Peter made sure to keep his face buried all the way to his room. It helped block out the too bright lights of the tower, and hearing Wade’s heartbeat helped dull down the noise. His senses were going haywire right now, his spidey sense tingling uncomfortably, no doubt due to his head injury.

“It's bright and loud” Peter mumbled just as they reached his door.

“I know, baby boy. Let’s get you settled on the bed and we’ll get Friday to turn down the lights.” They entered the room, the lights already off thanks to the AI. Wade gently set Peter down, wrapping him in the blankets there.

“There! Snug as a spider in a rug.” the merc smiled. Peter buried under the covers more, but reached out for Wade to join him.

“This invitation comes with terms and conditions.” He mumbled. “Mask off. Preferably suit off.”

“Damn, baby. I don’t really think you’re in the best condition for that.” Wade purred. Peter groaned.

“No!” The hand he had out of the cover for Wade pointed to his dresser. “Change. Comfy clothes now”

“Says the one still in spandex.” Wade quirked a brow at him.

“Please.” Peter added in a small voice.

“Fine, but only because you asked oh so nicely. And I’m not leaving this room so you better not peek at my goods while I’m changing.” Peter didn’t respond, just wiggled around under the blankets to get more comfortable. He decided he was too stressed to be wearing his suit anymore, so he started taking it off piece by piece until he was left in only his boxers. He faintly heard Wade opening his drawers, looking for something that would fit him.

“Bottom” Peter said simply.

“Top, but I thought that was already established”

“Huh?” The younger man asked, poking his head out slightly from his blanket burrow.

[He’s literally talking about the drawers]

“Oh, my bad.” Wade said, crouching down to the bottom drawer. There, he found some blue sweatpants that were way too big for Peter. Still no shirt though. Wade guessed this would have to do. Peter only hummed in response, retreating back into cover. Wade started meticulously peeling off his suit, starting with his mask. Thankfully his skin wasn’t as bad today, less painful.

{Or maybe you’re just distracted from the pain}

[By an angel <3]

{No, because he wants to kill that Beck guy.}

[He could already be dead, you fucked him up pretty bad! LOL]

“Shut up. This isn’t the time for that” He hissed through clenched teeth. He made quick work of changing from there.

[Don’t tell me to shut up, asshole. :( ]

Wade ignored them.

“Oh no!” The merc gasped dramatically. “I was supposed to cuddle a totally cute twink in this very bed but all I see is a pile of blankets with a bare hand sticking out. Whatever will I do???” Peter peeked out of the blanket, looking him up and down.

“No shirt?” Wade couldn’t see his face, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I’m more than a piece of meat, baby boy. Besides, It’s not my fault that you have a twink body. I’m surprised you even had pants that would fit me. What lazy writing.” Peter lifted a corner of the blanket, and scooted over to make space for Wade. Wade happily dove in. After settling comfortably, he snaked his arms around Peter. He, again, leaned his cheek against the top of Peter’s head, this time sans mask.

“You wanted to come at me for not wearing a shirt but you’re practically naked under here.” Peter just hummed, and they stayed content like that for a while, until Wade felt his little spider shifting, restless. Something was clearly on his mind.

“Spit it out, bug boy.” Wade sighed. Peter continued moving, avoiding Wade’s gaze.

“Did you…” He paused, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow. “Did you kill him?” He asked, voice small. He was scared of the answer. Deadpool stiffened, sucking in a breath.

“I don’t know, but I wanted to.” He admitted. He knew Spidey would be disappointed, but all he could think about was the way he talked about Peter, the way he touched him. It made him sick.

“Wade,” Peter began, clearly upset.

“I know, Baby Boy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But he hurt you. He hurt you so bad. And I don't just mean what happened today. I don’t know the whole story, but I know what he did wasn’t okay.” Peter shifted, finally looking at Wade. Peter’s eyes were watery, but he refused to cry anymore.

“Wade, I know what he did wasn’t okay, but what you did wasn’t okay either. I don’t want anyone else to die, especially because of me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll ask Fury about him.” Wade promised, moving to get up.

“No!” Peter said quickly. “I mean, not right now, please. I just… I don't want to be alone and I don’t want you to leave me.” Wade stopped, moving back to cuddle against Peter, and softly kissing the top of his head.

“Okay, Petey. Whatever you want”

“Thank you.” Peter said, content. He leaned up, asking silently for a kiss. Wade leaned down.

“Listen you heathen, you’re injured so don’t get too excited.” He murmured against the other’s lips. Wade kissed him softly, trying to convey how sorry he was, and how glad he was that Peter was okay.

“Mhmm” Peter hummed into the kiss. Wade pulled back to gaze at Peter’s face, searching his eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Peter.” Peter smiled, moving to kiss him again, but Wade wasn’t done talking. What else is new?

“I love you, Peter. You know that, right? Like, you have to know that.” Peter’s face went red, but he lit up happily. His eyes shifted away, embarrassed.

“I love you too, dummy.”

Wade immediately captured his lips after the confession, stealing Peter’s breath. Peter couldn’t help but get excited.

“Mmm, Wade.” He breathed.

“Sorry.” Wade pulled back. “Fuck, look at you. You really get worked up that easily? My sensitive spider.” He rested his thumb on Peter’s bottom lip.

“You have to be good. No hanky panky until you’re better.” Wade insisted. Peter groaned unhappily.

“How long will that take?” He whined. Wade hummed in thought.

“Well, a normal person would take about a week to recover from a head injury. Not sure how good your little healing factor is, but around three or four days? You might wanna ask the Jolly Green Giant about that.”

“Later. Can’t we just do a little now?” Peter asked, shooting puppy dog eyes at Wade, while gently grinding against him.

“Nope! Nuh uh you little vixen.”

“Please, Wade? I’ll be so good, I promise.” He kissed Wade's chin, then trailed the kisses down his neck.”

{Lord have mercy}

[We must stay focused, brothers!]

“Fuuuck” Wade breathed. “We really should wait.”

“That’s only a suggestion from the doctor. You don't have to listen.” Pete said, playing with the hem of Wade’s pants. “You can be gentle,” He assured the older man.

{[ JUST DO IT]}

“Okay” he finally relented. “But you have to do everything I say.” Peter nodded his head softly.

“Mhmm, promise!” Wade maneuvered them around carefully until Peter was lying on top of him.

“Since you were so eager to, you can get off by grinding against me, baby.” He whispered in his ear. Peter went red.

“But I don’t-'' He cut himself off embarrassed.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Wade scolded. “What did I say about communication?”

“I like it when you’re in control. The one doing it.” Wade gripped Peter’s hips tightly, his erection straining against the pants he borrowed.

[Holy Fuck.]

“Shit, Petey.” He breathed. “I’ll help you, baby boy. Let me see your cute little cock.” Peter blushed as Wade slipped his hand through the slit at the front of his boxers, and gently guided Peter’s dick out. The head was already wet, a bead of precum threatening to drip down his shaft.

“Look at that. So pretty.” He swiped his thumb over the slit, collecting the drop and bringing it to his mouth.

“Wade!” Peter whined, grinding his hips down against the tent in Wade’s pants.

“Be patient.” Wade ordered, bring his hand to Peter’s neck to guide him down for a heated kiss.

Wade nipped at Peter’s lips before diving in to explore that hot mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile, Peter was trying to get Wade’s pants off, but he kept getting distracted by the kiss.

“What do you want, princess? Do you need me to help?” Wade asked against his lips.

“Please, I wanna touch you.” Wade didn’t need to be asked twice.

He lifted his hips, his clothed erection bumping against Peter’s bare one, before sliding the pants down to his thighs just past where Peter was sitting. When Wade’s cock was finally free, Peter didn’t immediately go for it. He just looked at it in awe. The last time he had gotten this far with Wade it rushed and heated, but now he could take his time. Wade reached out to guide his hand to the base, and Peter instinctively wrapped his hand around it. It was girthy, warm, and there was a thick vein on the underside. It sat heavy in his hand, and Peter realized he really really wanted it inside him one way or another.

He scooted back, pushing Wade’s pants further down, and bent over. He stuck his tongue out and licked from the base to the head, before popping it in his mouth. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back. There was just something he found amazing about feeling Wade’s heavy cock on his tongue.

“Holy-!” Wade cried, unprepared. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He’d love to put them in Peter’s hair and tug on them, but that would probably just hurt right now, and not in the fun and sexy way.

Peter swirled his tongue around the head, before bobbing a few times. He was very inexperienced, but he loved the feeling. He popped off for a second, frustrated in his skills.

“Fuck my throat?” He asked.

“Oh my god. You are the devil.”

“Please,” He asked, batting his lashes before adding “Daddy?”

“Correction, you’re a brat. A brat devil.” Wade sighed, exasperated. “We’re supposed to be careful.” He reminded Peter.

“Just a little bit won't hurt.”

“I can’t say no to you, and you really take advantage of that.”

“So will you?” He asked sweetly.

“Fine, but tap out if your head starts hurting too much.” Wade demanded.

“Mhmm! Promise!” Peter leaned down again, opening his mouth wide. Wade put a hand on the top of his head, and one on his throat to guide him into place.

“Remember the rules baby.” He instructed one last time before starting to gently thrust.
Peter glared at him, clearly trying to tell him to go harder.

“You have absolutely no patience, baby boy.” Wade smiled, speeding up. Peter was finally happy, snaking a hand down to his leaking erection, and jerking off while his throat was abused.

Wade tried to keep Peter’s head in place and thrust up into him, so that it was a bit safer.

“Your throat is so tight, Petey Pie. I can’t wait to be in that ass.” Peter moaned in agreement. Wade continued the assault on Peter’s throat until he felt himself getting close.

“Fuck! ‘M close, baby. I gotta pull out.” Wade said breathlessly, his thrusts getting more erratic. Peter squeezed Wade's thigh.

“Mmm-mm!” He hummed angrily.

“Okay, Jesus christ, fine!” He got out two more thrusts before he was coming down Peter’s throat. Peter pulled off of him and swallowed. He took in a deep breath, then licked his lips, his hand stilled on his cock.

“You need Daddy to help you, baby?” Peter decided he would address the pleasure that shot through him at the nickname at a much later date.

Wade licked his hand, then wrapped it around Peter’s wet cock, tugging and twisting his hand.

“Oh, baby. I wanna watch you cum with my cock on your breath.” Peter was already close, much like he had been, so it didn’t take much more until he was spilling over Wade’s, much larger, hand.

Wade brought the cum to his mouth, licking up what he could, then wiping the rest on his sweatpants.

“Are you satisfied now, you little gremlin?”

“Mhmm. You’re hot.” He said tiredly.

“Okay, sleepy spider. You gotta stay awake. Let’s put on a movie” He gently slid Peter to the side, and pulled up his sweatpants. “We’ll clean up later.”

“Hmm. Okay.” He yawned, snuggling into Wade’s side.

Wade asked Friday to turn on a movie. Peter insisted on Sci-fi, Wade wanted a comedy, they settled on a movie called Free Guy because the main actor was hot.