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It’s the return of the bugs.
“Haven’t they had enough already?” Peter mutters to himself, webbing what look like giant green cicadas the size of a house cat to the side of a New York City building. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he ducks just in time for a massive dragonfly with razor wings to cut through where his head had been a second before.
“Phew, was almost worm food there.” The dragonfly turns around in mid air and Peter readies himself to jump out of the way, but before he does a knife comes whistling through the air and thunks into it, the insect shrieking and green blood spurting everywhere. Peter blinks. He knows that knife.
“Spidey-boo!”
Turning on his heel, Peter beams under his mask as he spots Wade in full Deadpool costume skipping towards him, red suit turned green from being covered in green bug goo.
Peter doesn’t mind, he’s covered in the stuff as well. “Wade!” He squeaks happily, launching himself forward, dodging a rather angry looking neon yellow ladybug and throwing himself into his boyfriend’s (Dom’s?) arms. “I didn’t think you’d be back until Tuesday!”
“Mmm, my gorgeous little honey-buns, the sweetest of flowers, neither did I! But missing you turns out to be a great motivator in hunting down drug lords in Mexico, who would’ve known? Oooh, Webs, I missed you!” Peter can almost hear the love hearts that Wade tacked on mentally to the end of the sentence, and practically feels them as well as Wade coos and rubs their masked cheeks together.
“I missed you too, Wade,” Peter hums happily, wrapping himself around Wade’s familiar, muscle thick form. His Spidey-sense spikes and he perks up, looking over his shoulder, but Wade already has his bejeweled Desert Eagle out and shoots the oncoming giant wasp with a loud bang.
“Nobody gets in the way of me and my sugar plum’s reunion time!” Wade yells, spotting a massive slug covered in acidic slime that’s gotten rather close to their feet for comfort, emptying his clip into it. The resulting slime explosion starts to eat away att the street below it. Reluctantly, Peter climbs down off of Wade, webbing a beetle that had been harrassing a fleeing citizen to a lamp post.
“Maybe we should postpone our reunion to later,” Peter sighs. Wade pouts underneath his mask.
“But-!”
“Oh jeez, who invited Crazy Red.”
Peter looks up to see Hawkeye up on a rooftop. The sharp shooter picks various flying bugs out of the sky with his arrows, and when Peter waves up to him he takes a second to wave back.
“Eye Hawk!” Wade shouts. “No, wait, Bird Eye? No, that’s a kind of chilli. Hawk Man? Ah, whatever, Least Helpful Avenger, greetings from below!”
“Hey, Spidey, might wanna take a step back from him there. That guy’s a little trigger happy. And sword happy. And knife happy. And bomb happy. You know what- just, he’s too happy. Come on up here and gimme a ride over to Steve.”
“Mean,” Wade grumbles. “Oh, but you mean Captain America? Eee, bring me too Spidey!”
Peter grins and grabs Wade around the waist, swinging them up to Clint’s rooftop. Clint eyes Deadpool suspiciously.
“Hey, he’s cool,” Peter reassures, “we know each other.”
“Of course you do,” Clint mutters, but grabs Peter’s other side, and Peter swings them through the city, Clint directing him where to do.
“Woah, that’s a big bug,” Peter’s eyes widen as they approach the Mother Bug, as tall as a five story building and as wide as two olympic swimming pools. How was she even fitting into Central Park, Peter had no idea. Where she came from he had no idea either. He’d been so sure that Tony had blown her to gooey pieces last time.
“Big boy. Uh, lady,” Wade says, and Peter touches down just outside the fray of wild, angry bugs surrounding the gargantuan grub, hiding behind some bushes. As they watch she lays more goopy eggs that immediately hatch into a swarm of even more insects.
“Uhg, gross,” Wade and Peter say at the same time. “Jinx!” They say again, and then duck as a swarm of bugs come buzzing towards them. Clint rolls his eyes and fires an exploding arrow into them.
“Uh uh, no way Jose, Deadpool, get out of here!” Iron Man flies out of the air from where he’d been blasting the side of the Mother Bug. “We’re just getting the situation under control, we don’t want you messing it up. And let go of Spider-Man!”
“Apparently they’re cool,” Clint says.
“No, they are not ,” Tony growls, his mask receding away from his face. Behind him the Mother Bug wails high pitched as the Hulk tears a chunk out of her side, neon pink blood gushing everywhere.
Wade clutches closer to Peter’s side, where he hadn’t let go when Peter had set them down. “We so are!”
“He’s my boyfriend.” Peter explains.
Tony’s face goes bright red as Wade coos and kisses his cheek. “What the fuck, no, he’s not . Pe- Spidey, get away from him right now, Deadpool, stop touching him! ”
A huge blast shakes the surrounding area as Scarlet Witch blasts the Mother Bug with red energy, and Clint starts to back away from them. “Uh, guys, are we gonna go help or what?”
“Go,” Tony demands, and Clint just shrugs and trots off to help the gathering of Avengers. Really, it does look like they have everything under control now, it’s just the massive size of the Mother Bug that’s giving them problems. It’s not easy to take something that big and resilient down.
“You can call me Peter,” Peter says. “He knows who I am.”
Tony touches down in front of them, his face like thunder. “Pete, what the hell did he drug you with?”
Peter frowns. “He didn’t drug me with anything. He’s my boyfriend.”
Wade gasps in horror. “I would never drug my baby boy! The gall of you!”
“Some kind of mind control then,” Tony insists, and Peter frowns even more.
“Nope, no mind control. Mr Stark, really, we’ve been going out for like months now!”
Tony looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm as the Mother Bug writhes with pain behind them, the ground shaking and Captain America going flying from where he’d just been about to jam his shield into her forehead. Steve lands about ten meters away from them, rolling and coming back up onto his feet.
“Tony, really, enough chit chat! We could do with some help here,” he says, wiping green goop out of his eyes.
“Nope, busy.” Tony doesn’t even look at him, just glares lasers at where Wade’s hand is grabbing at Peter’s waist.
“Tony!” Steve shouts as a barrage of big blue ladybugs come right for him.
“Oh for fucks-” Tony turns around and takes to the air, blasting the bugs and turning them into a shower of slime. “Wilson, this isn’t over!”
“What’s wrong with him?” Peter mutters. “He’s usually not such a dick.”
“Maybe something’s bugging him,” Wade giggles, and Peter laughs, and they join in on the fray.
-
Exhausted but now completely clean from bug goo after a very long, very hot, very thorough shower, Peter flops onto Wade’s bed.
“Mm, babydoll,” Wade makes grabby hands at him and Peter crawls over to him, draping himself over Wade’s Hello Kitty pajama covered body. Wade cops a feel of his butt under the oversized shirt Peter’s wearing.
Peter hums happily, nuzzling into Wade’s roughly textured neck and sighing. “I’m sorry Mr Stark was a total asshole to you. I thought you guys worked together.”
“More like he tells me what to do and pays me some moolah than working together, honeybuns. Tin Can cramps my style anyway, couldn’t work side by side with him on a good day.”
“Still, it wasn’t very nice of him. You deserve better than that,” Peter grumbles.
“You didn’t need to tell him, you know.” Wade says after a second.
Peter sits up, frowning. “Yes, I did. You’re my boyfriend. You’re important to me. You’re a huge part of my life. Why wouldn’t I tell him?”
Wade’s expression carefully doesn’t change. He reaches up a gently touches the little gem sitting in the hollow of Peter’s throat, hanging off the choker that Wade gave him and hasn’t replaced with a collar yet.
“...No reason.”
Peter presses his lips together. “Did you not want me to tell him?” His heart sinks in his chest.
“No, no way, I want everybody to know that we’re dating, I mean, look at you. You’re the sweetest honey ever. I couldn’t possibly do better. I just- I didn’t think you’d want him to know.”
Oh dear. Peter knows that Wade doesn’t like the way he looks, is severely insecure about his scars and hairlessness to the point that he doesn’t look in any mirrors and constantly talks down about himself even if Peter does his best to stop him, but he didn’t think that Wade wouldn’t see how much Peter loved him and was proud to have him as his boyfriend and was sincerely unashamed about him in every single possible way.
“Wade,” Peter breathes out. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re amazing. You’re sexy and smart and kind and funny and not to mention a beast between the sheets. You treat me so well, you know me so well even though we’ve only been going out for a couple of months. Why wouldn’t I want to tell everyone I know that we’re dating?”
Wade shrugs, still not meeting Peter’s eyes. “Tin Can’s important to you, and he basically runs the Avengers, who are super duper important to you as well. And I’m not exactly family friendly material, it’s kind of an understatement when I say that they don’t really vibe with my feeling, ya know? Even if I do work for them sometimes when they need something done with a little more pew pew and a little less questions asked. I don’t want them kicking you out because of me.”
“I don’t wanna be part of them if they don’t agree with me dating you,” Peter says seriously.
Wade’s eyes get a little wet. “Pete-”
Peter leans down and cuts him off with a sweet kiss. Breathing out of his nose, Wade palms the back of his head with a broad, warm hand, making a low, happy sound as Peter licks into his mouth.
“I’m not ashamed of you,” Peter whispers against Wade’s lips. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of really in love with you.”
A sob catches in the back of Wade’s throat. His chest feels like it’s going to implode and explode all at once. “Peter-”
“You don’t need to say anything.” Peter kisses him again sweetly, and then trails his lips down his chin, giving a little kitten lick over a harsh scar. “Lemme take care of you for once.” He starts unbuttoning the top of Wade’s bright pink pajamas.
Wade tries to sit up, a protest on his lips, but Peter just pushes him back down again, frowning. “Nope, no moving. Just lie back.”
“Thought I was the Dom in this relationship,” Wade says wetly. His throat still feels tight.
Peter just smiles and goes back to his buttons. With each one slipped out of it’s hole he gives the revealed scarred skin a small kiss until he gets down to Wade’s waistband of his pj bottoms. Then he works his way back up, smoothing his hands over Wade’s sides and helping him out of his open shirt.
“Peter,” Wade says quietly, hands coming up to Peter’s hips. He looks a little afraid; he’s never been fully bared in front of Peter before, not in the light anyway. They’ve taken baths together, but Peter always closes his eyes when Wade undresses and sits with his back to Wade’s chest. And when they fuck Wade’s mostly always fully clothed, and Peter really likes that dynamic, but also kind of feels a bit weird about it because sometimes it just feels like Wade’s too afraid to bare his skin.
“You’re beautiful,” Peter smiles, pressing a kiss to Wade’s forehead. Then he leans over to the side and snags a bottle of oil off the bedside table that he’d specially formulated with Wade’s skin in mind. It’s mild and hydrating and softening, with a light vanilla and orange fragrance. Wade’s skin can get irritated and dry, especially after long hot showers just like the one he’d just took. Peter pours a good amount into his palm, rubs his hands together to warm it, and then massages it over Wade’s chest.
Wade melts into the mattress underneath him as Peter uses his strong fingers to unknot the tense muscles there, rubbing more gently over his stomach and then harder over his shoulders and down his arms. Peter coaxes him over onto his front to knead at his back, and Wade makes sinful noises into the pillow as Peter basically turns his spine into jelly with his thumbs. He’s relaxed enough to not even feel self conscious when Peter slips down further and pulls his pjs off his legs, pouring more oil into his hands and digging his thumbs into Wade’s glutes. He makes his way down Wade’s legs, giving each one the same amount of attention, rubbing the oil into every inch of scarred skin and soothing every muscle, and even gives both of Wade’s feet a good rub, even getting between his toes.
Then he turns Wade over again, making his way back up Wade’s legs as Wade can only make slurred, pleasured noises, half asleep. When Peter gets to the top of Wade’s muscle heavy thighs he perches lightly on top of them, taking Wade’s half hard cock into his hand and gently stroking it into full hardness.
Wade groans, eyes opening halfway to watch Peter reach behind himself and finger himself open, a pink flush overtaking his cheeks. Then Peter shuffles up, biting his lip as he lines Wade’s dick up, and sinks slowly down, enveloping Wade in his familiar tight heat. The slick oil makes the slide wet and easy and Peter seats himself fully in Wade’s lap, panting. He’s exhausted from rounding up monster bugs all day and bringing down the Mother Bug, but he’s determined to do this.
“Baby, fuck,” Wade moans, hands reaching up for Peter. But Peter just shakes his head and captures them in his own, kissing over Wade’s knuckles.
“Lemme take care of you. Just lie back and enjoy and let me do all the work,” Peter smiles, puts Wade’s hands down by his sides and braces himself on Wade’s chest, slowly drawing himself up again. He rides Wade at a measured pace, his rhythm steady and sure even as his tired thighs tremble and his breath picks up and his own heavy hard cock bobs with every roll of his hips.
“‘M close baby boy,” Wade pants, toes curling.
“Mmhmm,” Peter gasps, and finally his hips start to move faster, fucking himself down on Wade’s cock, his silken insides dragging over him as Peter clenches around him. Wade growls deep in his chest, feeling his stomach tighten and his balls draw up, and then he’s coming, throwing his head back as Peter rides him through his peak.
With the last spurt of cum into Peter he goes completely boneless. Peter quietly, carefully climbs off of him, whimpering as Wade slips from his slick, used hole and hot cum leaks down his thighs.
“I love you too, you know,” Wade mutters as his eyes grow heavy and sleep beckons. He tries to fumble for Peter’s still hard and flushed cock, but Peter just tucks his arms against his sides and pulls the covers up around him. He kisses Wade’s cheek and then over his eyelids, ignoring the ache between his thighs.
“I know,” he whispers, leaning over to turn the lights off.
-
Peter looks up at the familiar sign reading Cherry Wine , his leg jiggling slightly in nervousness.
“We don’t have to do this,” Wade says next to him, his arm tight around Peter’s little waist. His fingers dip underneath the light material of his tight shirt for a second, stroking over the soft skin of Peter’s tummy.
Peter takes a deep breath. “I wanna meet your friends. You’ve met MJ and Ned, so. Just, do you think they’ll like me?”
“They’ll fucking love you to little bitty pieces,” Wade reassures him and opens the door. The bouncer greets him with a friendly smile, waving them through without checking Peter’s ID. He knows who Wade is. For a second Peter had thought Wade wouldn’t let him come to meet his friends here since he was underage, but Wade had just shrugged and said it was fine because Peter was with him. Peter wasn’t gonna argue with that.
When they get into the club it’s busier than the last and first time Peter was here. It’s dim, lit with warm, dark red lights, and the bass of the music is heavy and deep, reverberating through Peter’s chest. There are bodies on the dance floor but the stage for shows is empty, and the booths around the sides are full.
“There they are.” Wade steers Peter to one of the booths in the corner, hidden away enough that Peter wonders how Wade spotted them.
There are two women sitting there with fruity drinks in front of them. They’re both stunning, one with a confident smirk across her face, one dark eye and a lighter one ringed with vitiligo, and the other leaning back against the booth, her lipstick deep red and her smile sharp, long dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Peter tries hard not to stare at them as Wade pushes him into the booth first and slides in after him.
“‘Ness! Dom!” Wade grins, grabbing Peter around the hips and manhandling him into his lap. Peter squeaks and goes bright red, hands fisted in Wade’s hoodie. “This is Petey-Pie!”
Peter waves shyly at the bemused women, hoping the flush to his face is hidden in the dim lighting. “Hello,” he says, shyly. The booth they’re in is somehow situated that the loud music is muted, so Peter doesn’t have to worry about shouting across the table to be heard.
“Hi Peter,” the woman he thinks is Vanessa smiles. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Wade’s been talking my ear off about you.”
Peter doesn’t bother hiding his pleased smile.
“Fucking hell, you’re cute.” Domino drawls, putting her chin in her palm. “Jeez, Wilson, how’d you spin this?”
“No idea,” Wade chirps, “but I’m not questioning it!”
Another woman slides into the both, nestling up against Vanessa’s side. Peter blinks at her, recognising her as the nice bartender from last time. Debbie, was it? She’s still wearing her pretty flower charm collar.
Vanessa wraps an arm around her, tipping her chin up and kissing her. Peter looks away, face still red.
“Hey darling,” Vanessa smiles. “This is Peter.”
“Oh, I know, we’ve met. Nice to see you again,” Debbie smiles and Peter smiles back.
“It’s good to be back. Thanks for last time, by the way.”
“No problemo. That guy was a total creep.”
“Eurgh, you mean Ethan? What a scumbag,” Domino puts her drink down after taking a sip. “He finally got blacklisted.”
“Good riddance.” Vanessa pulls out a long leash and clips it into Debbie’s collar, wrapping the end around her hand a couple times. Peter stares for a second and then looks away.
“You want me to buy you a leash?” Wade whispers in his ear. “You’d look so pretty tethered and crawling across my floor. I could probably choke you so well with it.”
“Wade,” Peter hisses. He’s pretty sure his face is going to be permanently red from this night after.
Vanessa and Debbie slide out of the booth, Debbie’s leash still held tight in Vanessa hand. “We’re gonna get some drinks, anybody want anything?”
Domino and Wade list off absurd sounding drinks and Peter just shyly asks for a vodka and cranberry, and then they’re off into the crowd to the bar. Domino takes the chance to absolutely interrogate Peter about his life, and somehow Peter finds himself answering every question with the complete truth without even thinking twice about it.
Vanessa and Debbie come back with their drinks and a platter of snacks as well and join in on the conversation. Wade feeds Peter grapes and cheese from his fingers, Peter not getting embarrassed about it because Vanessa does the same with Debbie, and Domino just grins at them as she picks at the dried fruit. The ladies are really nice, and Peter finds himself relaxing in their presence, laughing and chatting with them, leaning back happily into Wade’s chest as he sips at his drink.
Soon, a stage show is announced and Vanessa and Debbie get up to watch it, and Domino spots a pretty sub in the crowd giving her the eyes and swoops off to claim her, so it’s just Peter and Wade sitting in the booth.
Wade turns Peter around in his lap so he’s straddling Wade’s wide, hard thighs and holds up another grape.
“Your friends are really nice,” Peter comments, leaning forward obediently and opening his lips. Wade slips the small, round fruit into his mouth, watching as Peter’s pink tongue playfully licks at the tip of his fingers.
“Tease.” Wade squeezes Peter’s hips in his big hands, tickling him under his shirt. Peter wriggles, giggling, and then Wade is grabbing at his butt, kneading the plump flesh. Peter moans quietly, wrapping his arms around Wade’s neck and offering his fruit sweet lips to Wade.
“You like it though,” Peter says against Wade’s mouth as the bigger man leans down and claims his.
“Yeah, I do,” Wade growls into his mouth. “And you like it when I punish you for it.”
“Mm,” Peter hums, mewling quietly as Wade fists a hand into his hair and tugs his head back, baring his throat for rough kisses.
Someone clears their throat. Peter squeaks but stays still in Wade’s hold, knowing better than to move when Wade has him.
“Oh, hey Dom,” Wade looks up. “Kinda busy here.”
Domino has the pretty sub from before by her side, her hand in the girl’s back pocket of her tight black jeans. They both look equally pleased as each other. “Yeah, I can see that,” Domino drawls. “Just letting you know I’m outta here.”
“Have fun,” Wade growls, waving with the hand not currently holding Peter’s head back.
“See ya,” Domino smiles. “Great to meet ya, Peter. Nice necklace you’ve got there, by the way.” She nods at Peter’s bared throat. “Not a collar though, Wade. Better hurry up with that.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry ‘bout that,” Wade smiles, baring his teeth. Peter’s spine tingles up and down his back, his chest tightening in excitement, but he stays submissively quiet in Wade’s hold.
Domino heads off with her prize and Wade’s attention snaps back to Peter. Peter shivers at the promise in Wade’s dark brown eyes.
“I think it’s time to head home,” Wade rumbles. Peter bites his lip and lets Wade manhandle him through the club, the bigger man waving goodbye to Vanessa and Debbie when they see them through the crowd around the stage.
When they get back Wade strips him and ties his hands behind his back, bending him over the kitchen table and taking him roughly, hand fisted in his hair and forcing his head down, growling dirty things in his ear as Peter keens and sobs and begs and finally gasps as Wade gives him permission to come, spurting his release over the polished wood. Afterwards Wade commands Peter to lick it up, and in a daze Peter does, trembling as he bends over and laps it up with his tongue, twitching as Wade’s own spend leaks from his puffy rim and down the back of his legs. Wade ends up fucking him again, Peter’s body loose and pliant as he gets ploughed in the bathtub, water sloshing everywhere, the big bathroom echoing with the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin and Wade’s grunts as he holds Peter’s body over the rim of the bath, Peter panting down to the bathroom tiles as Wade uses him.
He doesn’t get a collar that night, but warm and content and well used, cuddled up in Wade’s arms as the man whispers praise to him and soothes gentle hands down his back, he’s happy to wait. He knows it’ll be soon.
-
Peter ignores every message Tony sends him, sending only one back in reply; if Tony doesn’t apologize to Wade’s face, then Peter wants nothing to do with him. It hurts, because Peter has spent most of his life worshiping the billionaire tech genius superhero and then thinking of him as a mentor and possibly, could be, maybe, father figure, but he sticks to his promise.
The year goes on, Peter avoids the Avengers, goes to college, studies with Ned and MJ, spends most nights and weekends at Wade’s, brings Wade to meet Aunt May, fights crime as Spidey with Deadpool at his side, hides the various bitemarks, handprints, rope burns and bruises that Wade leaves on him under his clothes, and is happy. Exam time quickly arrives and Peter holes up for weeks, studying up a fury, and bans Wade from seeing him since every time he does he ends up distracted or on his back with his legs in the air as Wade takes him enthusiastically, or bent over something as Wade spanks him and then takes him enthusiastically, or on his knees sucking Wade off as Wade tugs at his hair and calls him a slut, slapping him around a bit and then fucking him enthusiastically on the floor.
So yeah, Peter doesn’t see Wade for three weeks because of the aforementioned, and after his final exam, he’s missing his boyfriend something fierce . It’s not just that he’s horny as hell, he’s used to being fucked at least four times a week at the least , but he also misses Wade’s hugs and big cheesy grin and wide hands and atrocious fashion sense and deep, raspy voice.
Peter heads back to his dorm in a rush as soon as he leaves the exam building, takes a quick shower, readies his surprise that he’d bought one lonely night on a whim, and texts Wade he’s on his way. He doesn’t have the patience to take the bus so he treats himself by slipping into his Spidey suit, throwing his weekend bag over his shoulder and diving out his window. Stretching his body after three weeks of sitting at a desk and squinting at his laptop screen and notes is heavenly, and when he arrives at the window Wade always leaves open for him his blood is rushing through his veins and he’s exhilarated.
“Wade!” Peter slips in, pulling his mask off and dropping his bag onto the floor. He quickly strips out of his suit and yanks his jeans and tshirt on. “Wade? Are you home?”
“In here.”
Peter follows Wade’s voice into the dark living room, pausing in the doorway when he sees Wade sitting calmly in an armchair, dressed in black with his legs crossed. The lamp next to him is the only source of light in the room, throwing dramatic shadows over his broad frame, exaggerating the rough, pockmarked texture of his skin. There’s a dark purple bag sitting at his feet and a severe frown over his handsome, scarred face. A wooden hairbrush sits innocently on his thigh.
Peter’s heart starts to pound, his mouth watering in anticipation. Oh.
Wade’s eyebrow lifts. “Well. Come here.”
Peter walks in like a moth drawn to flame, padding in with his bare feet quietly swishing over the carpet. He stands at Wade’s feet, swallowing nervously.
“Strip.”
Peter’s already hard in his jeans. He takes his shirt off with shaking fingers and reaches down for his fly, fumbling at it as Wade makes an impatient noise.
“Hurry up.”
“Sorry-” Peter yelps as Wade grabs his wrist in a punishing grip.
“Did I say you could talk?” Wade’s voice is flat.
Peter shakes his head, gulping. Wade grips him even harder for a second, the bones in his wrist aching sweetly, and he whimpers. Wade lets him go and leans back in his chair and Peter quickly drops his jeans, stepping out of them.
Wade’s eyes go wide when he sees the dark blue lacy panties that Peter’s wearing, breaking character for a second. “Holy moly, baby boy, are you trying to kill me?”
Peter bites his lip, pleased. “It’s not the only surprise,” he hints, coyly.
Wade’s fingers twitch on his thighs, his eyes darkening once again. “Kneel,” he grates out.
Peter sinks down gracefully, making a show of it, Wade watching him appreciatively. After all, he’s had months of getting down on his knees almost daily, he might as well show off what he’s learnt.
He settles down on the carpet. Wade leans forward and captures his chin in his big, strong hand, tipping his head up. “Colour, cupcake?”
“Very, very green,” Peter says enthusiastically.
Wade smiles down at him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Goodie sticks. I’m about to get pretty rough with you. If you feel uncomfortable in any way or want me to stop, let me know, okay? I won’t be angry. Feel free to yell or throw me across the room too.”
“I know.” Every time Wade tells him this, and it’s not like Peter would forget, but he appreciates it all the same. It shows that Wade cares about him. Loves him, and wants him to feel safe.
And then Wade catches him off guard, slapping him hard across the face. The left side of Peter’s face blooms in pain and he cries out, collapsing onto his side from the force of it. It’s more of an ache than a hard sting; Wade’s wearing gloves, but it’s still so good. Ever since Wade found out about his spidery alter ego and subsequent super strength and healing abilities, he’s been getting rougher and rougher, but still not rough enough to seriously injure Peter. Peter freaking loves it .
Tears sting at his eyes and he straightens up again, clutching his now numb cheek.
“I remember not giving you permission to talk, before.” Wade picks up the hairbrush and slaps it lightly against his palm. Peter licks his lips, watching it fearfully.
“I think that’s five, don’t you?” Wade hums.
Peter’s breathing picks up.
“And there’s the matter of you ignoring me for three weeks. I’m not very pleased, sweetheart. In fact, you might say I’m a bit mad.” He slaps the hairbrush against his palm again, the wood making a dull thud against the material of his glove. The sound makes Peter shiver. “I think that’s, let’s say, another fifteen.”
Twenty whacks with that hairbrush. Peter’s going to be ruined afterwards. And then there’s the matter of his other surprise for Wade as well, that’s not going to be helping matters either. Playing fearful, Peter shakes his head.
Wade hits him across the other side of his face. Peter gasps, catching himself this time before he crashes to the floor, hiccuping. His cock strains against it’s lacy prison, pre cum seeping through the sheer fabric. He clenches down on the thing inside of him, whimpering.
“You don’t get to say no.”
Peter sits up again, looking down, shamefaced. A rough hand grabs his chin and forces his head up so Wade can watch the tears drip down his bright red cheeks.
Wade tilts his head, shoving a gloved thumb into Peter’s mouth. “Pretty,” he muses as Peter chokes, his thumb forcing it’s way into the back of Peter’s throat. Peter struggles a little, hands grasping at Wade’s arm, crying as saliva drips down his chin. Wade stands, tugging Peter up by the hand in his mouth, walks him backwards and shoves him up against the arm of the leather couch.
Peter yelps, tipping backwards as Wade lets go of him, and he fumbles for the back of the couch. He regains balance just as Wade grabs a fistfull of his hair and yanks roughly, bending him over the arm of the couch and shoving his face into the cushions.
Peter’s ass is raised in the air, his feet off of the floor and floundering. He whines and tries to push himself back up but Wade keeps him down, a hard hand on the back of his head pushing firmly. He tries to kick but Wade’s in between his thighs and he can’t get a foot to him, so Peter’s helpless, whimpering into the cushions.
Wade chuckles behind him, his free hand going to the back of Peter’s panties to yank them down. He pauses when he gets them just past Peter’s butt cheeks, going silent.
Peter grins a little into the couch. Pretending again to struggle, he wriggles his hips enticingly, and Wade growls at him in retaliation, slapping his ass and shocking Peter into stillness.
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” Wade rumbles, pulling at the little ring at the end of the string that hangs out of Peter’s already slicked up entrance. Peter moans as the beads inside of him tug against his walls. “Couldn’t wait for my dick, so you shoved these inside of you, hm? Are you that desperate, baby boy?”
And then Wade yanks and the biggest ball pops out of Peter, Peter’s squeal muffled by the couch.
“I guess I should be grateful that you didn’t go looking for someone else’s cock to fuck you.” Wade sounds almost bored as he grabs the ball, warm from Peter’s body heat, and rubs it up against Peter’s twitching hole. “You’re such a greedy whore, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Maybe I should invite some friends over, tie you up and let them have a go at you, pass you around like pass the parcel until you’re dripping with cum and crying for them to stop. Maybe then you’ll have a use, other than being my needy little cock warmer, hm?”
He pushes the bead back into Peter with the last word, popping it back past Peter’s rim with a finger, Peter’s body jerking as it jams up against the other two inside of him. Peter trembles, shaking his head as much as Wade’s hand can allow him to. “No, no- ah!”
The hand in his hair tightens to the point that Peter’s scalp is screaming in pain and Wade shakes him by it, pulling him up off the couch and making his back bow. Peter shrieks, grabbing behind him at Wade’s arm, trying to alleviate some pressure.
Wade just shakes him harder. “No talking,” he barks over Peter’s sobs. “Fucking hell, how many times do I have to repeat myself?”
Peter’s cock is leaking copiously now, heavy and full between his legs, half caught in the panties that Wade had half pulled off of him. It full on twitches as Wade turns him around, pulling him to his feet, Peter stumbling, caught in the panties that drop to his ankles. Wade slaps him again, once, twice, three times, Peter’s cock leaking a new glob of precum with every hit. Peter collapses when Wade lets him go, tipping back onto the couch, dazed and panting.
“I think that makes it a round thirty, now.” Wade sounds like he’s back to commenting on the weather as he grabs Peter’s hips and flips him over onto his stomach. He picks up the hairbrush from where he’d dropped it and taps it lightly on Peter’s butt. “Baby? Colour?”
Peter manages to come out of his stupor enough to mutter “ green .”
The first hit makes Peter shriek. The balls inside him push against his flesh as it’s forced down with the whack, and his ass stings like it’s on fire. He tries to pull himself away but Wade just drags him back and lays into him, thwacking every inch of Peter’s ass until it’s cherry red, and then even more, picking a spot on the underside of Peter’s butt where his thigh begins and concentrating there until the flesh darkens into a bruise, Peter sobbing and then yelling and then screaming.
The final five hits are heaven and hell all wrapped into one. Wade reaches around him to feel how hard his cock is, giving it a brutal squeeze and chuckling as Peter wheezes with pain. “You can come after the last one,” he says into Peter’s ear, Peter only just hearing him over the rushing of blood in his ears.
Wade counts down, and Peter shouts himself hoarse with every hit, stomach tightening and fingers clenching, body tensing up. His ass is alight and his entire body feels oversensitive, every nerve hyperactive as he draws closer and closer to orgasm.
Wade hits him hard , right on the fleshiest part of his left butt cheek, and Peter whines. “Three.”
One on the opposite side. Peter sobs, desperate. “Two.”
And then Wade slams the unforgiving back of the brush into the bruise under the curve of Peter’s buttcheek, at the same time reaching around and jerking Peter’s straining cock. “Come.”
And Peter does, screaming soundlessly as his vision whitens out and he spills cum into Wade’s gloved palm. He comes for what feels like forever, the pain in his ass searing across the overwhelming pleasure of release, heightening it until all Peter knows is rapture.
He comes back to himself still spread over the couch, but now he’s on his back and Wade is sitting sideways between his legs, idly smearing Peter’s cum over his heaving tummy. When he sees Peter’s eyes looking at him from under his lashes, the boy blinking, dazed but conscious, he grins like a shark and yanks all three beads out of Peter in one brutal jerk.
Peter’s eyes pop open and he wails hoarsely. Wade dangles them from his fingers, inspecting the glistening black balls, and then throws them over his shoulder.
“What am I going to do with you?” He sighs, looking down at the ruin he’s made of Peter. Peter makes a sound and Wade follows his gaze down to between his own legs, where his cock is making a massive tent in his jeans. There’s even a wet spot. Peter’s mouth waters.
“I don’t think you deserve that,” Wade considers and Peter chokes on a disappointed sound. “Aw, poor baby.”
He pinches Peter’s thigh viciously and Peter yelps, body jerking, and then he cries out as his burning ass rubs over the leather of the couch with the movement. Wade watches him deal with the pain impassively and then reaches down to pick up the bag from before.
“I’ve got something else for you.” He opens it, pulling out Peter’s favourite hot pink vibrator. It’s big, not quite as big as Wade, and ribbed, with a cordless remote that Wade pulls out as well. “You’re lucky I’m even giving you this after your behaviour.”
He turns it on, but instead of putting it between Peter’s legs he touches it to Peter’s chest, pressing against Peter’s nipple. Peter jerks, mouth dropping open in a high whine, and bites back a plea for Wade to stop, to keep going, something.
“Hmm, you can talk, I think I want to hear you beg,” Wade says conversationally.
As soon as he has permission Peter starts to babble. “Wade, Wade, please , oh my god- ah!” Wade turns the vibrations up another setting, making Peter’s nipple ache and puff up. Before it goes numb Wade switches to the other nipple and pinches the first one brutally, tears gathering again in Peter’s eyes.
“Stop! Wade, I’m sorry, stop, please,” Peter begs as Wade refuses to let up on the pressure on his poor, abused nipple.
“You’re sorry?” Wade hums, pinching even harder. “What for?”
Peter squirms, tears dripping down the sides of his face, his cheeks still red and stinging from Wade slapping him.
“I don’t know! Ow, Wade, I can’t- please!”
Wade tilts his head, but lets Peter’s nipple go. Peter collapses back into the couch, panting and sobbing. His cheeks and nipple and ass all throb with heat, the vibrator pressed up against his unabused nipple a counteracting point of pleasure that doesn’t really do much against the pain. It’s amazing . Wade treats him so well, Peter is the most spoiled boyfriend, ever.
The vibrator leaves his nipple, trailing down his heaving, sweaty chest and down to his oversensitive half hard cock. Peter whines, shaking his head. “Not there, please.”
Wade ignores him and Peter does his best to take it, suddenly feeling like he’s going to shake apart. It’s so much, he’s in so much pain and pleasure, he doesn’t know what to do. The tears keep coming and he’s sobbing fully now, hands fisting in the leather of the couch. “Wa- Wade,” he hiccups.
Somehow sensing that Peter’s reaching the end of his tether, Wade pulls the vibrator away, and then he’s leaning down over Peter’s face, pressing a kiss into his forehead. “Honey, you okay? What’s your colour?”
“Gr- green,” Peter stutters. “I just- it’s a lot. I need a sec.”
“Okay darling. Want me to stop?”
Peter whimpers, shaking his head, clutching at Wade’s shoulders with shaking hands. “N- no, I’m good. Keep going.”
Wade looks down at him, frowning, but sees the sincerity in Peter’s eyes. “You’re sure? You’re not too sore? I’ve hit you a lot.”
Peter nods. “Yes. Yes I’m sure, please, keep going. But maybe, maybe tie my wrists? It helps ground me.”
So Wade does, picking up the bag again and pulling out a soft, braided satin rope that Peter knows well. It’s not strong enough by even a little bit to really keep his super spidey strength in check, but that’s not the point. The point is that he feels them around his wrists, restricting him, constraining him, settling him down. He’s secure now, held by the ropes and Wade’s hands around his waist.
“Better?”
“Mmhm,” Peter nods, sighing as Wade raises his hands above his head. He leans down and kisses him, tangling their tongues together sweetly.
“I’m gonna start again, you good?”
“Yes, Wade.” Peter looks up under his lashes at him. He feels much better now. A little impatient, as well. “Please?”
This time, when Wade kisses him, he’s overwhelming, his hand enveloping Peter’s lower jaw, his grip almost tight enough to bruise. Peter whimpers into it, feeling himself slipping back down into the mindspace that he’d been drawn out of before.
The vibrator makes another appearance, buzzing down the inside of Peter’s thigh. He squirms, trying to close his legs, but Wade tuts at him, tapping his nose. “Nuh uh, babydoll. Open up.”
Peter does, reluctantly. “Wade- I don’t- I’m not sure-”
“You don’t have a choice, darling,” Wade says and runs the vibrator over the stinging of Peter’s ass. He shrieks, but before he can jerk away Wade holds him down with a hand on his stomach and works the head of the vibrator into him.
“No- oh, stop-”
Wade responds by flipping him over onto his front, hand on the back of his head, the other slowly sinking the lowly buzzing vibrator further into him. “Your pretty mouth says no but your pretty hole says yes,” he hums, watching as Peter’s entrance sucks it in greedily. The slick from Peter’s anal beads eases the way but it’s still a burn, the width of them not enough to ready him for the stretch of the vibrator. He whines through it, begging Wade to stop, but can’t help spreading his legs wider, craving the full feeling, the strain, the sweetness of the pain.
Soon it’s seated fully in him, jammed and buzzing furiously up against his prostate. Peter writhes, tugging against the restraints on his wrists, his cock full against his already cum smeared belly, squished between his body and the couch below him. Wade taps his butt with the palm of his hand, less of a whack and more of a pat, but Peter sobs with pain anyway, his freshly spanked ass a mess of welts and bruises.
And then the world is spinning around him. Wade heaves him up, shoving him down to the floor onto his knees, Peter crying out at the sting of his ass meeting the back of his calves, the vibrator jerking inside of him with the movement. He can hear it humming away, a quiet, constant backdrop to his crying and Wade’s amused sounds.
A gloved finger makes his way into his mouth. Peter sucks at it out of muscle memory, unable to concentrate, Wade chuckling at his ruined expression as he pins Peter’s tongue to the bottom of his mouth.
His other hand undoes his pants and draws out his cock. Peter stares at it through his tears, panting around Wade’s finger, saliva drooling down his chin.
“You want this?” Wade teases, his own fingers wrapping around his girth and slowly drawing up, making himself groan.
Peter doesn’t know whether to nod or to shake his head. The confusion on his face must show, because Wade huffs a laugh. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he grins. “Come on, I’ll make the choice for you.”
He pulls Peter forward by his hair and feeds him his cock. Peter’s jaw aches and strains as Wade’s dick forces his mouth open, and all he can do is take it, gurgling around it as Wade sets the vibrator to it’s highest setting, vibrating intensely against his prostate.
Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head. His fingers clench and unclench, his thighs shaking, breathing heavily through his nose as Wade uses his mouth. He’s full at both ends, owned completely.
A thumb slips in with Wade’s next thrust, stretching Peter’s lips to the limit. His other hand reaches down and digs a nail into Peter’s abused nipple. “Come now, Peter.”
Helplessly, Peter obeys. He howls around Wade’s cock, shaking through the almost painful orgasm, cum spurting over his stomach again. He’s pulled off of Wade’s dick, manhandled up into the man’s lap, and the vibrator unceremoniously pulled from his body. Peter only twitches, a limp ragdoll in Wade’s arms.
Wade slicks himself up with the ever present tube of lube behind the couch cushion, and replaces the vibrator with his cock. Peter trembles as he’s stretched out again, whimpering, shaking his head.
“I can’t,” he rasps, “please don’t make me.”
Another slap. Tears fly from Peter’s face from the force of it, Wade having to hold him up by his hair so he doesn’t collapse.
“Baby, you don’t get a say,” Wade tuts as he seats Peter fully in his lap, balls deep in Peter’s twitching hole. He manipulates Peter’s arms so they’re looped around his neck, the rope around Peter’s wrists keeping them there, and starts to bounce Peter on his cock.
Overwhelmed, Peter just lets Wade do what he wants with him, weak, little sounds falling from his lips. His head tips back, eyes falling closed, and Wade has to palm his burning ass and squeeze tightly for him to cry out and straighten up again, sobbing.
“Look at me, honey.” Wade commands, his voice raspy and deep. He doesn’t sound like he’s exerting himself at all even though he’s doing all the work, hands tight around Peter’s hips, forcing him up and down. Peter hole squelches around his dick, the sound dirty and obscene in the otherwise quietness of the living room.
Peter tries, he really does, but his gaze is unfocused, slipping away from Wade’s eyes and jerking back towards them when he realises he’s straying. He knows he’s drooling, mouth dropped open, and his face stings from Wade’s slaps and his tears. “Wa-Wade,” he manages to croak.
A gloved hand around his oversensitive dick makes him jerk. “No,” he gasps, shaking his head weakly. “No more. It hu- hurts.”
Wade tips him over onto his back, holding one of Peter’s legs over his shoulder. Peter moans brokenly with every thrust, hot pain zingling up his spine as the zipper on Wade’s pants chafe into his abused backside, Wade’s thumb nail digging into the swollen head of his hyper sensitive cock. Peter’s been able to come three times before in one session, but this time he knows it’s not possible. He’s too rung out, sore and uncomfortable, and even with Wade splitting him in two, the delicious ache and pain running through him, he just doesn’t have it in him.
“I can’t,” he sobs again, body jolting with every one of Wade’s thrusts, moving up the couch inch by inch. “Let me- let me go.”
“There’s no chance of that,” Wade smiles down at him, eyebrows coming together as he bites his lip and grunts, the punishing pace he’s set fucking Peter beginning to lose it’s rhythm as he gets closer to his peak. Peter lets out a broken sound and tips his head back, the ceiling above him going hazy around the edges.
Wade tugs at his dick. “Down here, Peter. Look at me,” he growls. Peter manages to look down his nose at the man over him, holding his trembling legs open. “Watch me ruin you.”
And then he leans further over Peter, folding the smaller male in two, gets a hand around his throat and ruts ruthlessly into him. Tears roll down the side of Peter’s aching face, his vision blurry, but he keeps eye contact with Wade somehow, helpless to disobey an order.
“Fuck,” Wade grunts, tightening his grip around Peter’s throat. Peter can still breathe but it’s hard, and he gasps, mouth open wide. “Beg me,” Wade commands, “tell me to stop.”
“St- stop,” Peter rasps. He’s beginning to float, the only things keeping him down to earth the rope around his wrists, the hand around his throat, the weight over and in him, Wade’s liquid brown eyes staring into him, stripping him bare. “Plea- uh, please , no, stop, don’t- don’t come in me- uh, ah! ”
One last thrust, shoving Peter up against the arm of the couch, and Wade’s coming, cock pulsing inside of him. Peter keens weakly as Wade hunches over him, grinding slowly, as if he’s trying to get his spend as deep into Peter as he can. And then it’s over, Wade gasping for breath as he straights up and lets Peter’s throat go, his handprint a red expanse over the milk white of Peter’s skin.
“Baby,” Wade murmurs, gathering Peter up in his arms, letting his cock slip from between Peter’s thighs. “Darling, gorgeous,” he peppers Peter’s face with kisses, “you were so good, so obedient, you did so well, you were so perfect for me. My baby boy.”
Peter blinks, dazed. He’s still riding the high, brain jumbled. He’s vaguely aware of Wade showering him with praise and kisses, and his heart is a vast, warm expanse in his chest, but he’s not ready to surface just yet. His wrists get untied and he’s lifted up, held like something precious against Wade’s chest, and then laid out across soft sheets. Wade’s voice is still soothing him, and Peter whimpers as his thighs are spread but he only feels Wade’s fingers gently prodding at his rim, checking that he’s unbroken, and then wiping the cum from him with a warm, damp cloth. Cooling gel is smeared over his burning ass and nipple, the sensation on the edge of his awareness, like he’s swimming through water and it’s a distant echo, a twinkling of the light reflecting in the corner of his eye.
Then he’s enveloped in a warm embrace, Wade’s scent strong in his nose, and Peter nuzzles close, breathing out a quiet, content sigh. He drifts, for a while, and then when it’s time, he breaks the surface.
“There you are,” Wade whispers fondly as Peter lifts his head, blinking blearily. He tilts his head up for Wade’s kiss, smiling.
“Not up to talking yet, sweetheart?”
Peter shakes his head, resting back down against Wade’s chest. His fingers swirl lazy patterns across the rough, snarled texture of Wade’ skin, humming in the back of his throat as Wade pats his hair.
“That’s okay. Let me know how you’re doing when you’re ready.”
A little while longer, Peter basking in the gentle afterglow, and then he stretches, his toes hardly making it past Wade’s knees. He relishes in every ache he feels as he does.
“Mm, that was good.”
Wade grins, his warm eyes sparkling. “Glad you enjoyed.”
“Those three weeks were worth it if this is what I got afterwards.”
Pouting, Wade pinches Peter’s sore ass. Peter yelps; his healing factor has already kicked in, healing the surface damage, but he’s still tender.
“Don’t go getting any bright ideas,” Wade growls.
Peter laughs lightly. “Nah, I missed you too much.”
“You feeling okay? I was pretty rough with you, it looked like you were struggling for a while there, tootsie.”
Peter makes a face at the awful pet name. “Ew, don’t call me that. But, uh, I guess it was a lot after weeks of not getting down and dirty. But I’ve never been better.”
“Okies,” Wade smiles sweetly and Peter’s heart turns to goo. Gosh he loves this man.
“I bought you a prezzie. Something to say congrats for finishing your exams!” Wade makes an over exaggerated disgusted face. “Yuck, exams. What a gross word. Worse than moist, and gush, and Ronald Drump, he who must not be named. It should be banned.”
“Better get right on it,” Peter smiles crookedly. “You said you bought me something?” Another time and he’d be happy to follow Wade on his gross word tangent, but he’s excited for his gift.
“Oh yeah!” Wade sits up, lifting Peter with him in one arm. “You’re so good to me, keeping me on track. How did I ever do anything without you?” He sighs, getting up from the bed and walking over to the big safe he’s got in the corner of his room. “Open her up, dollface.”
Peter reaches out and punches in the passcode. B U T T S .
The thick, heavy door pops open. There’s a box inside, wrapped merrily in glittering wrapping paper, a perfect bow tied on top. Next to it is a weeks old Taco Bell take out bag, judging from the smell of it.
Peter wrinkles his nose. “Ew, Wade.”
“Oops, I forgot about that,” Wade says sheepishly. “Was saving it for later. Anyways…”
Peter grabs the box and Wade carries him back to the bed. He sets him down carefully, Peter hissing as his butt meets the sheets, but he settles, folding his legs and setting the box between them.
Wade cuddles up behind him, hooking his chin over Peter’s shoulder. “Go on!” He urges excitedly.
Peter smiles and undoes the ribbon, then rips the wrapping paper off unceremoniously. What the point of wrapping paper if you can’t tear it off and make a big mess of it?
It’s a heavy, dark, lacquered box. On top the words baby boy are engraved in gold. Breath picking up, Peter carefully lifts the lid.
Inside is a beautiful, sleek silver collar, resting on a dark satin pillow. Peter picks it up in shaking hands, mouth dropping open at the sparkling, dark red gem dangling from it. Tasteful and simple, it passes easily as a statement piece of jewellery, something that Peter can wear everyday.
“Wade,” he breathes. “It’s beautiful.”
A kiss is brushed over the shell of his ear, Wade’s voice low and intimate. “Would you do me the honour of belonging to me?”
Peter turns around in Wade’s arms, blinking incredulously at Wade’s nervous face. It’s obvious, isn’t it? “I already do.”
Wade’s eyes are getting wet. His fingers shake as he reaches up and undoes Peter’s choker, slipping the velvet from Peter’s skin and dropping it to the sheets. Peter makes a small noise, feeling naked, but then Wade is gently taking the collar from his hands and securing it around his neck.
It fits perfectly. The metal quickly warms to Peter’s body temperature, the heavy gem sitting in the hollow of his throat like it belongs there. Peter touches it with trembling fingers, his eyes wide in awe.
“You look amazing,” Wade croaks. He looks like he’s about to burst with indescribable happiness and pride. Peter can’t blame him, he feels exactly the same way.
Suddenly unable to take it anymore, Peter squeaks and throws himself into Wade’s arms, sending them tumbling into the sheets. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He rambles, face hurting from how wide he’s smiling. “Oh my god, Wade, I love it, I love you!”
Wade laughs, accepting Peter’s kisses and happy squirming on top of him joyfully. “Love you too, baby boy,” he smiles, tears spilling over.
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For the first time in months, Peter stands in the Avengers Facility, hand held securely in Wade’s. He stands with his back stubbornly straight, staring a fumbling Tony Stark down silently.
Beside him, Wade quivers a little in fear. Wow his tiny spider boo is fierce . The temperature in the room is practically dropping by the minute. Remind him to never get on Peter’s bad side.
“Look,” Tony rubs the back of his head. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“I’m not the one you should be apologising to,” Peter states plainly.
Tony lets out a loud breath. “Fuck, do I have to?”
Peter just slowly raises a brow. Tony winces. “Shit, okay, okay. ”
He makes eye contact with Wade and tries his best to not look like he’d rather be standing in cow shit. Or using an Apple product, same thing. Peter can appreciate the effort, even if Tony looks constipated.
“I’m sorry for implying that you’d somehow tricked Peter into tolerating-”
“ Tony.”
“-Dating you.” Tony clears his throat.
Peter taps his foot. “And?”
Tony heaves a sigh, shoulders drooping. “And I’m sorry for being a dick and I’ll try not to do it again. Christ, is that good enough?”
Peter shrugs, turning to Wade. “Is it?”
Wade taps his chin, thinking. “Well, I think it’d go down better if he buttered me up a little. Maybe some compliments on my great ass, buy me some sweet wheels, maybe my own helicopter-”
“Wade,” Peter admonishes.
“Fine, it’s cool, it’s cool. Apology accepted, Tin Can.”
“Thank fuck,” Tony sighs. “Now can we finally get to the meeting?”
Peter marches out of the room past him, tugging Wade after him, and kicks open the door to the meeting room. All the chatter stops, everybody blinking at him, wide-eyed at the unexpectedly irate looking, normally cheerful Spider-Man. At the back of the room Clint pulls out a packet of potato chips and starts to eat them, looking amused.
“Wade and I are dating,” Peter announces, holding up his and Wade’s joined hands. “If anybody has a problem with that, or with Deadpool joining us, you can meet me outside and I’ll fight you.”
Natasha leans over and grabs a chip from Clint’s packet, crunching into it loudly.
“And if I hear anybody making mean comments about him, I’ll fight you too, and I’ll win. Any questions?”
Everybody shakes their heads. Bucky starts to raise his hand, a badly concealed evil grin on his face, but Steve grabs it out of the air and shoves it down, whispering furiously at him.
“Good.” Peter holds his head high, leading Wade forward and pushing him down into a chair. Then he plants himself in Wade’s lap and leans forward, smiling sweetly behind his mask. “So, how’s everyone's day going?”
Tony joins them, making disgruntled noises about his broken door, and the meeting commences. Wade’s unusually quiet, and when Peter twists around to check on him, he finds Wade looking at him dreamily, the eyes of his mask practically heart shaped. Smiling, Peter lightly touches his collar underneath his suit and then drops his hand to Wade's, linking their fingers together.
For a second they’re in their own little bubble. Then Sam flicks the third balled up piece of paper into the back of Bucky’s head, and Bucky turns, snarling, his metal arm knocking a hot cup of coffee into Bruce’s lap as he dives for Sam. The Hulk comes roaring out and chaos erupts, and Peter and Wade make a run for it, hand in hand and laughing.
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