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___WADE
The living room was mostly dark when he blinked awake. Wade somewhat recalled turning off the television last night, and he’d thought about getting both of them to bed, but Peter had fallen asleep on his lap and there was no way that he wanted to disturb the kid. Plus, the second Wade’s head had flopped back onto the couch cushions, he’d been a goner, too.
Now, Wade could hear the birds losing their minds outside, singing in a way that could only mean the dark sky outside was about to be lightening for morning.
For a moment, he assumed that it was the birds that had woken him up. His second thought was that it might have been his neck, which certainly had a strained muscle in it from the way his head had been crooked back while he’d been sleeping. But after a moment in which he massaged his neck muscles until his body healed them, he realized that he might have woken up for a third reason entirely.
Peter was still soundly asleep, one hand clutching the pillow that was between his head and Wade’s lap. His legs were covered by a throw blanket, but his torso was uncovered, and his T-shirt had ridden up a little, exposing part of the flat plane of his stomach and just a hint of his hip bone.
And the muddy, dangerous scent of Peter was definitely tinged with a thread of heady spiciness.
The kid’s heat was coming in.
Wade felt a thrill of nerves and excitement flutter into his stomach. This was it -- they were coming closer and closer to the moment where he’d inject Peter with the bonding hormone, where the bite that he’d sink into Peter would be more than just an act of passion.
[ Are you sure about this? ] White asked sleepily. Even upon waking, the boxes could never miss their moment to give their input.
{ The Oscar for Most Annoying Nag in the Universe goes to...Whitey. }
Wade carefully ran his scarred fingers over Peter’s thick hair, which was falling over at weird angles because of how he’d slept, and traced the spot at the base of the kid’s hairline where his teeth were going to sink in.
“I’m so sure,” Wade murmured.
He reached down into his pocket, trying not to nudge Peter’s head at all, and pulled out his phone. It was probably a sign that he loved this boy that he had Aunt May programmed into his phone, too. It was the first time he’d ever given a damn about any of the family members of any of his lovers. He’d honestly never even known if Vanessa’s parents were alive or whether they lived nearby, and he’d never had the interest to know.
But, damn, he’d learn everything about Peter if he could. He’d never stop learning.
Wade typed out a short message to May that Peter was starting his heat. Of course, that didn’t necessarily indicate when May could come back, since even Dr. Thompson hadn’t been sure about what effect bonding might have on Peter’s Omega body. She said that sometimes it shortened heats, and sometimes they were the same length but just more bearable. Wade secretly hoped it was the latter so that he could ravage his baby boy for days to come.
Once he’d sent the text, he waited.
Peter only half-smelled like a heat, and there was no sense in waking him up before he needed to. The kid needed all the sleep he could get now, because sleep would probably be hard to come by later. So, Wade sat patiently. It was fucking hard not to let his nerves get the best of him. He pressed his head back into the couch cushions, allowing the headiness of Peter’s scent to slowly increase as the minutes ticked by. What if something went wrong? What if Peter got cold feet? What if Peter didn’t get cold feet and then decided down the line that it had all been a mistake?
[ Look. I know I’m the last one that should support you here, but...this is probably a good idea. It’s not like we haven’t thought about it extensively, anyhow. ]
Wade blinked at the ceiling. { Did you just say something that we want to hear? }
White box sounded indignant. [ No. I said something that is true. This is probably a good idea, okay? We’ve put a lot of thought into it, and we’ve gotten outside opinions, and as much as it pains me to say, you’re not wrong that you deserve to be happy, so…. Yeah. Stop being so damn worried. Leave the worry-wart status to me. ]
Yellow box seemed stunned into silence, and Wade couldn’t blame him. It had been a long time since White box had approved of anything he’d done.
[ Now wake the kid up, because he’s starting to smell like a heat, for real. ]
Wade inhaled deeply through his nose.
Sure enough, the scent of heat was nearly strong enough to make him feel drunk. His groin was taking interest, too. Peter was still breathing deeply on his lap, but if he didn’t wake up the kid now, Peter would definitely be waking up shortly due to discomfort.
Wade brushed Peter’s hair off his face, then gently rubbed his shoulder. “Hey, Petey, time to wake up.”
Every bit a teenager, Peter barely stirred, though his deep breathing caught in his throat. “Five more minutes?”
As much as he wanted to let Peter sleep, as much as he didn’t mind watching Peter’s soft lips parted around his slow breaths, the degree to which Peter smelled undeniably Omega was enough to make him think twice about being soft. He carded his fingers through the teenager’s hair. “I’d love to let you have all the time in the world, baby boy. But I think you’re going to want to get up now -- ”
“I know,” Peter cut in, voice groggy and raspy with exhaustion. A second later, he moved one hand to his flat stomach and pressed down against the smooth muscle. “I can feel it.”
Shit. Maybe Wade had let him sleep too long already. “Does it hurt?”
Peter let out a slow breath. “Not yet. Just a little cramping.” Wade watched as his baby boy buried his face in the pillow on Wade’s lap. When he spoke again, his voice was muffled by the soft fabric. “But you smell really damn good.”
{ We are going to cream our pants before we even get started, } Yellow box groaned. Wade was certainly hard under the pillow. The combination of Peter’s delicious pheromones and the way that the kid’s morning voice sounded almost fucked-out was sending little electric shocks to his dick. But there were other things to get done before they could simply jump into the bonding. Wade steeled himself and shoveled his hands under the pillow to unceremoniously lift Peter off his lap.
“Let’s get you fed again, baby boy. You need a small meal before the shot, remember? We don’t want you getting nauseous on an empty stomach.”
With a huff of discontentment, Peter straightened up. His cheek was pink from where it had been plastered against the pillow, and his hair was stuck up at an odd angle, but there was no time to think about just how much Wade wanted to fuck the kid right into the couch. He had to take care of Peter first; that was what his top priority as an Alpha should be. And he wanted to be the best Alpha possible, especially for his first time as Peter’s bonded one.
It was easier to focus in the kitchen, a solid fifteen feet away from Peter’s sharpening scent. Rather than throw together another MRE, which might have been a little too much for Peter’s stomach, depending on how he took the bonding injection, Wade simply found a loaf of bread and some peanut butter and jelly, and made two sandwiches. Then he took a deep breath and made his way back over to the couch.
Peter was sprawled back against the arm of it, and the pillow he’d been sleeping on was now over his lower abdomen and groin, held there like a protective shield. His eyes were pressed shut.
“Petey?” Wade said uncertainly.
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, not opening his eyes. “‘M fine,” he managed. “It’s just that it’s been so long since I was in heat properly, I’m cramping kind of hard and...yeah, I think this heat is going to be really strong.”
Wade lowered himself to the couch, not taking his gaze away from his baby boy. “Hopefully the bonding helps. But you gotta eat. Your aunt is going to stop loving me if you barf all over the place.”
Still not opening his eyes, Peter reached out and took the sandwich from where he sensed Wade’s outstretched hand. “She’s going to love you no matter what.”
“Well, your aunt is very loving.”
Finally, Peter’s eyes flickered open. “You’re also very lovable.”
{ So, why aren’t we marrying Peter right now too? Like, why stop at bonding? I’ll put a ring on this man’s finger any time. }
[ We have to get him safely through this heat first. Dr. Thompson was pretty clear that if Peter isn’t taken care of, his health could be in danger. ]
{ Fine. I’ll put a ring on this man’s cock any time. }
Wade nearly choked on his sandwich, drawing a curious glance from Peter until Wade gestured over his shoulder as if to say, It’s the motherfucking boxes again. The way that Peter’s mouth curled up in a knowing grin made Wade want to kiss the grin off his face and keep kissing and keep kissing forever and ever.
And maybe it was just the fact that his dick was already stiff as hell, and he was already feeling his rut in the back of his mind, but his rational brain could not come up with a reason to ignore that particular impulse.
In one move, Wade’s half-eaten sandwich was on the table, Peter’s was on the floor, and Wade was practically eating bread crumbs out of his baby boy’s soft, surprised mouth.
The way that Peter moaned into it, and jerked his hips against Wade’s until they were pinning the pillow between them, had Wade’s rut already prickling in his head, demanding active shutdown to keep it from bursting into his stomach. He pulled away to master himself, leaving Peter heavy-lidded against the sofa arm.
“Fuckity fuck, you’re beautiful,” Wade breathed. How was he already this desperate?
Peter bit down on his lip and clutched the pillow more tightly against his groin. “Goddamn, you can’t tease me like that.”
“I’m not teasing, baby boy. Your almost-heat smell is driving me crazy.”
“Can’t we just take the bonding shot now? So that you can knot me the second I’m there? The second I’m in heat?” Peter groaned.
Not even the boxes had a response. It seemed like they, along with Wade’s brain, temporarily went offline with the sheer sexiness of Peter’s words. He sat there, rooted to the couch, until Peter nudged his leg with one socked foot. “Wade.”
“Christ, Petey, you do things to me.” Wade cleared his throat and tried to block out the way Peter’s spicy, clean scent was truly overpowering the dangerous smell, the way that the Omega pheromones were making him feel drunk on desire. “Dr. Thompson said you have to be in full heat when I give you the shot. It’ll be the most potent then. And you don’t smell like you’re in full heat yet.”
Peter shook his head distractedly. “No. No emptiness yet. No slick yet. Just a lot of really overwhelming smells and every fiber of my body wants you to fuck me right now.”
Motherfucking Christ. Wade mentally slammed down the rut that was pressing in on his mind, stood up, and tore the pillow away from Peter’s crotch. He bent down and took Peter up into his arms, getting a full whiff of the pheromones coming from the tent in Peter’s sweatpants, and from Peter’s neck as the kid let his head tip back, overwhelmed. Without any words, Wade carried Peter to the bathroom.
“Get undressed and get in the shower. I’m going to go get the hormones,” he instructed as he tipped Peter back down onto his feet. Peter slid out of his arms languidly and immediately found the hem of his shirt to pull it up over his head. Wade stared at the pale flesh stretching up over the kid’s abs as he struggled for a moment; he didn’t bother hiding the fact that he’d been staring when Peter finally freed himself and discarded the shirt to the floor.
“Get the hormones,” Peter reminded him breathily, and leaned on the counter for a second to collect himself. There was a damp spot on the front of his sweatpants that was unmistakably precum. Despite the sudden urge to rip Peter’s pants right off, Wade broke himself out of his stupor and left the bathroom, and the overwhelming smell of pheromones, to get the hormones -- and the birth control -- that were in Peter’s bedroom.
The case that they’d both come in was sitting innocuously on Peter’s desk. The moment that the package had arrived at Peter’s apartment had seemed like simultaneously the most exciting and the most terrifying catalyst that had ever come into Wade’s life. With the birth control shot and the hormones, there was nothing stopping Peter and Wade from becoming life partners.
Even the click of unlatching the clasp sent shivers down his spine a little bit.
Inside the case were several syringes and a very small sharps container, the same as how Dr. Thompson had prepared the birth control injections before. But this time, there was a separate case to the side, clearly labeled BONDING HORMONE. Wade rested a scarred hand on the case. So much potential in it, just sitting there.
Instead of opening it, though, he picked up one of the many syringes and prepared the birth control instead. He’d have to stay on top of administering it to himself often to keep Peter safe -- he’d already taken one of the needles earlier and given himself a shot back at his safehouse when he was preparing for Peter’s heat, so it would have time to take effect. The thought of knocking Peter up certainly sent a strange feeling into his gut, but now was not the time.
With a steady hand, Wade carefully rolled up one sleeve and stuck himself with the needle, pressed down on the plunger, then pulled it straight out and put the syringe directly in the sharps container.
His hand closed on the small case of bonding hormone just as a loud groan came from the bathroom.
Wade took the case with him as he went straight back to check on Peter. The smell of pheromones was permeating most of the apartment. A cocktail of near-heat Omega and excited Alpha. His rut was getting more insistent in his head, but he shut it down with some difficulty as he opened the bathroom door.
“Fuck, Petey.”
Wade had seen Peter in all kinds of sexy, compromising positions now. But he was still not prepared to see his baby boy, completely naked, looking fucking close to succumbing to his heat. Peter’s forehead was resting on his forearms on top of the bathroom counter, and he was bent at the hips, his cock, looking dark and swollen, jutting out against his abs.
The scent in the air reminded Wade of when he and Peter had been waiting for the subway on their date, when Peter had promptly rutted against Wade three times on the short trip to the Ritz-Carlton. He was reaching the tipping point.
Wade placed the case on the counter and took a step toward his Omega. He could see Peter’s skin shining with a thin layer of sweat, his muscles straining next to the little bumps of his spine. “Hey, easy. Come on, let’s get you into the shower.” He placed his hands on Peter’s shoulder, and the shiver that rippled through his baby boy made his rut all the more present in his mind.
Peter lifted his head an inch off his forearm, and Wade could hear him panting. “No, I’m...I just want to go to my bed.”
“Okay, well, I’ve got the shot here at least -- ”
“ -- I want to be comfortable when we do it,” Peter said quickly. “I want us to be in my bed. I want you to be holding me.”
Wade swallowed. “Anything you want, Petey.” This was it. This was fucking it.
He gently pulled Peter up from the bathroom counter and took the kid into his arms again. The hero gripped Wade’s shoulder with one hand and reached down to grab the case of hormones with the other.
“I’m ready.”
___PETER
Even though he probably didn’t need Wade to carry him around everywhere, the way that Wade’s scarred fingers traced along Peter’s spine as he carried Peter to the bedroom was almost like foreplay. The gentle vibrations of Wade’s footsteps made Peter’s senses pulse and made his neck weak. He let his head drape back again, exposing his neck submissively -- the classic Omega pose -- but there was absolutely no part of him that cared that he was playing into his role. Not today.
Peter felt dizzy with the amount of pheromones in the apartment, felt dizzy with the hormones rushing in his body. His heat was so close. He could feel Wade’s hands slide in the sheen of sweat on his body as he deposited Peter onto the sheets.
It seemed like there was no other place that they could have bonded. Sure, Wade had safehouses, and there was always a fancy hotel like the Ritz-Carlton. Surely the amount of money they would have spent on the room there was equal to the amount of money that Mr. Stark had donated to the Save Aunt May From Listening To Peter Get Railed Vacation Fund. Still, this bed, his bottom bunk bed, was where Peter had first felt a heat overtake his body. It was where Wade had first taken care of him. Where they had first been together.
It seemed absurd to be sentimental over something that had only started a handful of months prior, but yet, here he was, situating himself against his few pillows, thankful for the fact that at least the sounds from the street were the ones that he heard all the time. When the rest of his senses were exploding with input, at least there was a scrap of familiarity that wouldn’t overwhelm him.
Of course, Peter wished, in the moment, that he could explain it all to Wade -- how much it meant to him that Wade had agreed to bond him in a place where he could probably bang his head against the underside of the top bunk.
Unfortunately, that would have required Peter to be in a coherent state, and he was quickly leaving that station with a one-way ticket.
“Take off your clothes, okay?” he managed. His skin was getting sensitive, and the last thing he wanted was to shy away from touching every part of the Alpha that was soon to be his. In the right side of his field of vision, he could see Wade stripping down. More Alpha pheromones flooded the air, sending a fresh wave of desire into Peter’s groin.
Then, Wade was right there, climbing into the bed beside him, sliding his arm behind Peter’s head.
“You almost there, baby boy? Because you smell like you are.”
Peter pressed his eyes shut. “Yeah. Yeah I am.” He could smell Wade’s rut too, a sort of mildly desperate tinge to Wade’s pheromones, just playing in the layers of his scent. He was holding it back. It seemed horribly understated compared to the pulsing horniness in Peter’s own body. Peter turned his face into Wade’s neck and breathed in the heady mixture of everything that made up Wade, the man that was going to be his very own Alpha.
Then, he felt it.
The little threshold that his hormones had been racing him toward, that his body had been pushing against for at least the last fifteen minutes, the little barrier that separated him from the long gestation of his heat to the moment that it finally overcame him entirely...suddenly seemed gone.
Emptiness bloomed into his abdomen and he heard himself groan into Wade’s neck.
“Oh fuck, Petey. That’s it. Look at you.”
He didn’t need to look -- he could feel it. He could feel his already-painful erection swell larger until it seemed heavy against his stomach. Simultaneously, the lonely emptiness expanded in his body, and the first tingle of his self-lubrication made his muscles tighten.
He could also feel Wade reach over his body and take something off the bedside stand. The sound of a case opening up was like a firecracker in his ears and his nerves.
Before he could even think, he blurted out a request into Wade’s textured skin. “I want to do yours.”
The sound of Wade rustling in the case stopped. “What was that, baby boy?”
Peter wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to be the one to slip the needle into Wade’s arm. He didn’t particularly like the sight of needles anyway, though he knew he could stomach seeing the metallic point disappear under Wade’s skin. Maybe he felt like he needed to be the one to penetrate his partner, in a way.
He wanted to initiate the bonding with his Alpha, as much as his Alpha was going to be initiating the bonding with him, perhaps.
Peter pulled his head away from the crook of Wade’s shoulder and pushed his sweaty hair back. “I said, I want to do yours. I want to give you your shot.”
The box was already open in Wade’s hands, with two glinting syringes inside. Part of Peter expected Wade to disagree, to say that Peter had no experience administering shots, and therefore it would be safer for Wade to do it.
Instead, Wade carefully wedged his finger between one of the syringes and the foam pocketing it, and dislodged it from the box. The needle tip was protected to prevent accidental stabbing.
Wade held it out to him. “Okay, Petey. Do you want to go first?”
“You mean have me give you the shot first?”
“Yeah.” Wade shrugged. “You know, so I can tell you if it hurts or whatever.”
“No.” He wasn’t sure exactly why having one person go first was unappealing, but Peter could only see the injections going one way. With a surprisingly steady hand, Peter took the syringe from Wade’s palm. “We should do them at the same time.”
He pushed himself up until he was sitting cross-legged, desperately trying to ignore the urgent need in his pelvis, the way that his cock was dark with blood. This wasn’t something that he wanted to rush or do halfway.
They were only going to bond once, and this was it.
Peter faced Wade.
“Okay. Are you ready, baby boy?” the mercenary asked. He positioned himself across from Peter on the bed, so they were touching knees. The canopy of the upper bunk seemed to shelter them, shadowing Wade’s furrowed forehead. The man’s eyes were dark with desire, but Peter could see the nervousness there, too. Wade was echoing Peter’s own racing heartbeat.
The emptiness inside Peter demanded to be felt, but it seemed distant, in the moment.
“I was born ready,” Peter said. An echo of Wade.
They both removed the protector from the end of their respective needles. The air was thick with pheromones, with the scent of the slick that was dampening the sheets under Peter, with the static of anticipation. Wade reached forward and took Peter’s left upper arm into his hand, positioning the needle over the skin covering the muscle, and Peter did the same. They were holding each other, equal.
“Count of three,” Wade breathed.
Peter tried not to clench Wade’s arm too hard. “Three.”
“Two.”
“One,” they said simultaneously.
There was a stinging prick in Peter’s muscle just as he pressed the needle into Wade’s flesh. He’d never given a shot before, but he found his thumb pushing down on the plunger slowly and surely, mesmerized by the fluid disappearing into his lover’s body. In his own left arm, a warm soreness was spreading down his arm and into his shoulder.
Then he found himself pulling the needle out of Wade’s arm, and he realized that the needle was already gone from his own, too. Wade took the syringe out of Peter’s hand and placed them in the sharps box on the bedside stand. When he straightened up, his expression softened.
“Are you okay? Did it hurt too much?”
Perhaps nothing had ever hurt less in his life. Peter shook his head slightly, watching the relief spread across Wade’s face.
Now that the shot was done, Peter could feel the demanding sensations of his heat coming back to the foreground. He hadn’t been wrong when he’d figured that this heat would be particularly rough. “Do you feel anything, yet? Any different?” The words tumbled out of him. He’d been hoping that the relief would be instantaneous, that the bonding hormone would take the edge off right away.
“Not yet, Petey. I think we have to give it a minute.” Wade held out his muscled, bare, intricately scarred arms. “Do you want me to hold you?”
“Please.”
Peter disentangled his legs from themselves, slid forward, and clambered into Wade’s lap. He locked his ankles around themselves behind Wade’s back and dug his fingers into the skin stretched over Wade’s shoulder blades. He was flush against Wade’s front, their dicks hard and warm against each other, making Peter shiver with need and the emptiness in his abdomen flare like a dying star.
He realized instantly that this was exactly where he needed to be. Wade gripped him in return as Peter clung on for dear life, willing the agony to go away. The sliver of control that he had, preventing him from thrusting his hips into Wade like an animal, was coming only from the fervent hope that this moment would be the last moment in which he felt the profound loneliness of an all-consuming heat.
One of Wade’s hands reached up and slid into Peter’s damp hair. “I love you, Petey. It’s all going to be okay. I’m here.” Peter held his breath as Wade’s fingers drew designs onto Peter’s scalp before making their way over the place where Wade always dug his teeth into the back of Peter’s neck. “I’m always going to be here.”
“I know,” Peter breathed, into Wade’s shoulder. “I know.”
The soreness in Peter’s arm had dissolved gradually, but the warmth hadn’t. In fact, the warmth had mingled in with the rest of the fire in Peter’s body, seemingly disappearing amid the chaos swirling inside him. “I know.”
But there was some distinction between the general heat radiating from him and the warmth of the bonding hormone. While the former made him seem swollen, sensitive, and urgent, the latter seemed to be just present, full, round, complex in his limbs. He could feel it almost soothe his frantic heart as he pressed the bridge of his nose against Wade’s neck. “I know,” he repeated, panting, gripping Wade tightly as he felt the warmth become more and more undeniable.
Wade was solid around him, breathing hotly into Peter’s own shoulder. “I feel it, Peter,” he panted. The use of his full name buzzed in Peter’s ears. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
Peter opened his mouth to say it back.
Then, like the words itself had prompted it, the warmth in his body seemed to settle into every fiber of his being, taking up permanent residence. And in his belly, where he was so empty, where the loneliness seemed to eat away at him, the warmth expanded determinedly, filling him, denying the emptiness, until he was shaking with the absence of it. He couldn’t help himself; one hand pulled away from Wade’s back and dug between their bodies, pressing against his abdomen. The emptiness was still there, the warmth unable to entirely chase it away. But it was as though all of its power over him had been stripped. Nearly smothering it was the simple warmth of the hormones. And the words that Wade had said that seemingly had brought the relief to him.
Peter palmed his belly. “I love you too, Wade. I love you.” Wade’s abs were pressed against the back of his hand, tightening with each breath the man took in his arms. “God, I love you.”
There was no doubt that Peter’s desire had been building since long before his heat started, since Wade had nudged him awake and he’d smelled the Alpha pheromones as clear as day. Now, with the emptiness all but gone, the painful edge had disappeared, leaving only the desire left. He needed to hold Wade, to feel his skin on every inch of his own.
Every inch.
Peter pulled his hand out from between them, relishing in the feeling of their rigid muscles pressing against each other and his sensitive cock being trapped. The thought occurred to him to taste Wade, so he did. With his swollen lips parted, Peter ran his tongue over his Alpha’s shoulder, worrying the bumps and divots of the scars. The smell of a full rut, and Wade succumbing to it, suddenly permeated the air.
Wade’s breathing was jagged. Peter felt one hand run all the way down his back to his ass, where slick was dripping out of him and coating the backs of his thighs. They both made desperate noises as Wade’s finger pressed inside. Peter bucked forward in response and felt precum -- either his or Wade’s -- dampen his torso.
“Fuck, Petey, I don’t know how you feel right now, but I hope you feel as alive as I do,” Wade groaned. A second finger burned inside him alongside the first.
Peter choked against the sensation and jerked his hips forward again. “I feel so good, Wade.”
“Yeah?” Wade panted hopefully. “Your heat doesn’t hurt? You don’t feel empty?”
“No. No, I don’t.”
And it was the truth. Wade’s fingers brushed against the Omega nerves inside Peter, sliding with the sheer amount of slick that was pulsing out. “And the more appendages you stick in me, the fuller I’m going to feel.”
Wade groaned again. “Oh fuck, Petey, you are so hot. I want to knot you so bad.”
“Then do it.” Peter rocked his hips forward, crushing his cock against Wade’s. “Knot me. Bond me.”
An inhuman growl vibrated between them, and suddenly Wade’s fingers were gone from inside him and were instead slickly gripping his waist. The top of Peter’s head narrowly missed the iron frame of the upper bunk as Wade lifted him for a moment. When he came back down, it was directly on top of Wade’s leaking cock.
The reality of being an Omega was that Peter had been a virgin only a handful of months ago, and yet he’d been penetrated more times than he could count by now. The other reality of it, however, was that he’d only been fucked once when he wasn’t in heat, when he wasn’t contending with the horrible empty pain that came with the four days of feverish desire and slick. And the one time he’d had Wade when he wasn’t in heat, he’d been weighed down by heat suppressants, barely feeling the desire of the encounter.
This was the very first time that he’d had sex where the engulfing desire of a heat hadn’t been coupled with the agony of loneliness.
It was utterly mind-blowing.
Peter couldn’t help but grip onto Wade as tightly as he could without tapping into his super strength. The same sheen of sweat that had been on his own body before he’d fully hit his heat was now slicking up Wade’s back and shoulders, but he simply wrapped his arms around his lover and held on tightly as Wade shuddered in his embrace.
“ Fuck , you are so wet. Fucking hell, this feels incredible.”
Unlike the heat during which Peter had been reduced to crying on the hotel carpet, too tense to allow for Wade to enter him without hurting him, there seemed to be no tension in his body anywhere. Peter gently, purposefully clenched his muscles around the firm pillar of Wade inside him, eliciting a groan that rumbled through both their bodies. A moment later, the hands on Peter’s hips tightened again, lifting his whole body up a few inches before lowering him back down until he was fully seated. The sensation of Wade’s naturally ribbed flesh rubbing on his inner walls made Peter’s spine feel like a combination of fire and water.
Wade lifted Peter again, and again, before Peter’s own limbs found the leverage they needed to help form a rhythm. The sheer quantity of slick that was pulsing out of him with each thrust made obscene noises. Peter had never cared less. All he could think about was Wade in front of him, and Wade behind him, and Wade inside him.
Pressure was building in his stomach already.
For a moment, Peter chased it, the muscles in his thighs working to support him as he slid up and down on Wade’s solid heat. His impending orgasm lurched in his pelvis, and he felt the precum dripping out of him along with copious amounts of slick.
But he didn’t want to rush this, either.
“Wait,” Peter gasped. He steeled himself against Wade’s helpful hands, and stilled. The incessant pressure of his orgasm lingered for a moment before quickly receding. “Wait.”
He could feel Wade’s hand petting his hair. “You okay, baby boy? Is it too much?”
“No. I just. This is the best that sex has ever felt, and I don’t want it to be over so soon.”
They both sat there, panting, for a moment, Peter’s cheek resting on Wade’s broad shoulder. He could feel Wade’s breathing and heartbeat against his chest, as though they shared one body.
Slowly, he matched his breathing to Wade’s. A little thrill went through him every time their hearts beat simultaneously.
And Wade gradually began to move, simply running his hands up and down Peter’s spine. “Is this okay?” Peter murmured an affirmative, prompting Wade to slowly bring his lips to Peter’s neck. “And this?”
“Yes.” It was more of a breath than a word.
Wade’s scarred lips kissed along Peter’s skin, under his earlobe, to his shoulder. Each place that their softness touched, Peter swore he could feel his heartbeat there, pounding in time with Wade’s, now. He struggled to keep their breaths in rhythm, fighting his body’s desire to hurry towards the finish line.
Almost purring, Wade mouthed Peter’s skin. The sensuality of it burrowed into Peter’s chest as well as his groin. “Baby boy, I could taste you forever. You taste like spice. And love. And like the other half of me.”
More precum gathered at the tip of Peter’s dick, along with a pulsing rush of warmth throughout his body.
“Christ, don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
“Because you’re going to make me come.”
Wade chuckled lightly against Peter’s shoulder. A second later, Peter felt the stiff, burning cock inside him flex, and the muscles in Wade’s back rippled. Peter squeezed his eyes shut. “ Fuck , Wade…”
“That okay, baby boy? Is it okay if I make you feel good? Because I know you’ll come when I do, and I gotta say, my rut is absolutely burning right now. I want you to feel good before I lose it.”
Peter could hear the effort in Wade’s voice, but he barely needed convincing. “Yes, okay, yes,” he gasped. His attempts to keep his and Wade’s breaths the same were becoming more and more ambitious.
There was a growl in Wade’s chest that vibrated into both of them, deep and feral. Another flex of Wade’s muscles had Peter arching his back as pleasure lit up his spine, and a second later, he felt Wade’s warm, slicked-up hand on his cock.
“Oh, oh God .” Peter swallowed thickly as Wade’s whole body seemed to clench again, making the cock inside him move. “I’m not...I’m not going to last….”
“That’s okay, baby boy, because I’m not going to either,” Wade grunted, and then the hand between them was stripping Peter’s cock in earnest.
The reality of Peter’s life was that, at any one time, he had to think about a million things. One of those things happened to be the some 8.6 million people living in New York City. There was no telling, really, what was going on outside the apartment at that moment -- how many people were in trouble, how many people were having a great day -- maybe even how many people were with their lovers. There could have been any number of Alphas and Omegas together, right then. Maybe some of them were even bonding.
The important events in Peter’s life weren’t too scant, either. Everything had shaped him, in one way or another, for better or worse. Becoming Spider-Man had been one of the most important decisions in his life. And yet.
There was nothing more important than this.
Nothing more important than how, in a little bedroom in Queens, he, Peter Parker, the hero called Spider-Man, was about to bond with Wade Wilson, the mercenary known as Deadpool.
Peter whimpered as he pulled back, found Wade’s lips, and kissed his partner.
His body was shaking, and tightening, and getting so, so close.
And then he felt Wade’s knot starting to grow inside him.
Peter clenched hard as his orgasm hit him, just ahead of Wade’s. He could feel himself pulsing around the base of Wade’s cock, which was still expanding, and the sensation alone pulled a yell from his throat. The urge to bite his Alpha rose in him as usual; he fumbled for Wade’s hand as Wade turned Peter’s head to the side.
Then, just as the wave of his orgasm seemed to be dying, he felt Wade’s knot hit a peak, and his body instinctively tightened again, forcing a second orgasm through his aching muscles with the force of an earthquake. He shouted into the flesh of Wade’s hand as he pulled it into his mouth and bit down.
At the same time, he felt the pain of Wade’s teeth sinking into the back of his neck, at his hairline.
As much as Peter wanted to collapse from exhaustion, from the sheer aftermath of the pleasure, he held Wade’s hand in his teeth, and felt Wade hold onto him with the same determination. He could feel a warm trickle of blood run down the back of his neck. The coppery taste of breaking skin was in his own mouth, too.
Peter had long wondered how it would feel to bond. When he’d found out that he and Wade could do it with bonding hormone, he’d even lied awake at night, trying to imagine how he’d know that the bond had taken hold. How long would it take? Would he suddenly be overcome by affection? Lust?
Now, he waited, heart pounding in time to Wade’s, to see what would happen.
The reality was that the first thing Peter noticed was Wade’s pulse slowing in his veins, and a moment later, he felt his own heartbeat seem to calm into a hypnotic state. The whiplash from having his heart racing one moment to slowed the next made him dizzy.
But the dizziness didn’t fade after a moment or two like he expected. Instead, the heady scent of Wade’s pheromones overwhelmed him, making him feel even more light-headed. The scent seemed to mingle with his own, which he could suddenly smell -- a combination of spice with the overpowering scent of Wade .
It took him a moment to realize that the reason he could smell himself so clearly was because Wade had taken on part of his own scent; Wade no longer smelled exclusively like himself, but like himself plus Peter.
And Peter was sure that his own scent had taken on a little bit of his Alpha.
Finally, the dizziness in his brain started to clear away, and he opened his eyes.
He wasn’t sure what he expected when the room came into view, but after the monumental moment that had just happened, it wouldn’t have seemed out of place for them to have somehow left their bodies and ended up floating in the sky. Instead, he and Wade were entwined on this lower bunk, still clamped to each other by the teeth. Peter felt boneless, and chilled by his own drying sweat, despite the morning sunlight now spilling into his window.
Yet, he waited. Wade was stroking long lines down his back with his free hand, not yet ready to release Peter’s neck from his grip, so Peter kept his jaw tight, too. He made a questioning noise in his throat. The response was a quiet mumble, as if Wade were saying, Just a moment longer.
A minute later, true exhaustion started to take hold. He was still seated on Wade, who had softened enough that they could detach if they wanted to -- although he wasn’t fully soft, and that was impressive in itself. Still, Peter’s stamina didn’t seem nearly as long as Wade’s. His back ached a little, as did his neck where Wade’s teeth were still holding him, but everything ached in a good way. He just felt so sleepy.
Peter barely registered the way that he was slowly fading, until he felt Wade’s hand slip a little as his jaw began to go slack. The sensation of it startled him back alert for just a moment, and he clamped down with a vengeance for fear that he’d let go too soon. But he didn’t last long. Wade was still drawing soothing designs into his back, and Peter was quickly descending into nothingness.
Somewhere, perhaps in the part of his brain where his spider-sense resided, he was dimly aware of Wade’s hand falling from his mouth, and of the pain in the back of his neck dulling as Wade let go. He was also dimly aware of Wade slowly lowering him back into the pillow, of Wade pulling out.
By the time Wade returned with a washcloth to clean the dried blood from Peter’s already-healing neck and the slick from his thighs, Peter was mostly gone. The only thing he thought he felt before he succumbed to sleep entirely was his Alpha’s voice reverently kissing his forehead and whispering his name.
“Peter.”
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The question as to how bonding with Wade would affect Peter’s heat was answered soon enough. It had been an overwhelming relief when his second wave of heat had hit and it was not accompanied by maddening emptiness, but rather with a warm desire that made him feel pliable and yet electric under Wade’s touch. He was still, of course, dealing with things that could be uncomfortable if he let himself think of them that way -- tenacious erections that came on during each wave, slick that ran down the backs of his thighs, and incredible sensitivity to the smell of Wade, who now smelled a little like Peter -- but by comparison, his heat was easy. Bonding allowed him less desperation, fewer thoughts that he was worthless or helpless, and it even seemed to buy him a little more time between each wave.
It also seemed to help him understand the nuances in Wade’s body more. Without the distraction of the emptiness in his gut, he found himself paying more attention to how Wade’s scent changed minutely over the course of Peter’s heat. They suddenly seemed more in sync with each other. It was absolutely fascinating.
The heat still lasted the same number of days as usual, though it didn’t seem nearly as long. There was no denying that Peter’s body was tired by the end of it, all the same.
His waves started becoming less frequent by the fourth day, and he and Wade had more languid sex, made possible by the fact that Peter’s insides didn’t seem to be eating him alive. As the sun began to set, he trembled apart in Wade’s arms, lying on his side on the bed with Wade behind him.
Wade held him close, his knot still full.
It took Peter a moment to realize that anything had changed, but as he stayed there, pulling in long breaths through his nose, he recognized something.
“You smell kinda different.”
Wade shifted behind him, making Peter wince slightly. “I smell different?”
“Yeah. Not as...I don’t know, not as strongly Alpha.” He inwardly balked as soon as he said it; it sounded insulting out loud. “I mean, not that you don’t seem like an Alpha, because you do, but…”
Wade chuckled and ran his hand through Peter’s sweaty hair. “No, I understand, baby boy. And I think I know what you’re talking about. I’m pretty sure I smell different because your heat is ending.”
“Why would you smell different if my heat is ending?” Peter could feel that Wade was softening now, enough that he could probably pull out of Peter, but instead he stayed flush against his Alpha, not wanting to leave quite yet.
“Because I can smell that your heat is ending. That clean smell is muddying up a little -- although it’s already been muddied up by my scent, a bit -- and my body is reacting to that. You and I are bonded now. My body is going to respond to your cycle, even more than it did before.”
“So...whether I’m in heat or not is going to change the way that you smell?”
Wade’s lips found Peter’s ear and kissed it. “Yep. And I’m guessing that if I have some horny days between your heats, you’re going to feel it, too. Bonded Omegas respond to their Alpha’s ruts.”
“How often do you go into a rut between my heats?”
Wade squeezed him and growled into his hair. “Depends on how sexy you look, Petey-pie. I could ravage you every day. Because I’m yours and you’re mine.”
I’m yours and you’re mine. The words seemed to ring in Peter’s ears, and suddenly he remembered something.
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Wade was soft enough now that Peter simply slipped right off of him; he darted off the bed, feeling far less bothered by the drying slick on his legs than he probably should have, and rifled through his desk until he found it.
A little red box.
When he turned around, Wade was sitting up, watching him curiously. “Whatcha got there, Petey?” he asked, before turning to his shoulder and saying harshly, “Don’t get my fucking hopes up, Yellow.”
“It’s not an engagement ring,” Peter blurted quickly. He didn’t want Wade to be disappointed by unjust anticipation. “But it’s something May got for us. She and Uncle Ben did this, in lieu of bonding.”
He shuffled over to the bed, sat down beside Wade, and popped the box lid open.
Inside were two chains -- one yellow gold, and one white.
Unlike Aunt May and Uncle Ben’s necklaces, however, these two chains were just the right size for Wade’s big wrist and Peter’s smaller one. Far more utilitarian for two men who had to clamber into spandex and leather in their freetime, and who had no space under their skin-tight suits for long, luxurious chains to hang down onto their chests.
Peter dug out the yellow gold one and turned to Wade, who silently held out his wrist, staring at the chain.
With deft fingers, Peter fastened the chain. It fit fairly snugly against Wade’s skin. The links glimmered in the light from his bedroom lamp.
“That other one yours, Petey?” Wade murmured. His voice sounded rough. “Let me put it on you.”
Suddenly, Peter felt a lump of emotion burning into his throat. He held out the box and watched Wade fumble with the clasp on the white gold chain for a moment before holding out the open bracelet. Peter placed his wrist in it. God, he was trembling.
“Wade, I…” Peter started, but he faltered as soon as he realized how serious the frog in his throat seemed to be. He looked up at Wade, pleading for him to understand something that Peter wasn’t even sure he understood himself.
Wade finished the clasp and shook his head. “You know what? This is the first time you’ve teared up during this heat. You didn’t cry at all.”
“I didn’t have anything to cry about.”
Wade’s brown eyes darkened. He leaned towards Peter slowly, as though he were afraid that Peter was just an image that would disappear the moment he got too close. But Peter wasn’t going anywhere. He let his eyes flutter shut as Wade’s lips pressed against his own.
For a long moment, they simply kissed, the kind of kiss that spoke much more about love than sex.
Then Peter felt Wade pull his lips away, just a little.
“So did bonding change how you feel about me, baby boy?” he whispered, and Peter knew Wade well enough to hear the uncertainty in his voice.
Somewhere, in another world, battles were probably being fought, and weapons were probably being made, and heroes were probably putting their lives on the line. But for right now, Peter wasn’t just Spider-Man, or even just a teenager, or even just Peter Parker.
He was an Omega, and he was Wade’s.
With one swift movement, he’d surged forward and pushed Wade onto his back so that Peter could rest on top of him. The Alpha eyed Peter’s face for a moment, waiting for an answer.
Finally Peter gave it. “No. Bonding didn’t change how I feel. But there is something that I think is going to change over time.”
He felt Wade’s hands on his back, holding him closely. “What’s that?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to love you more every single day.”
And that was the truth.