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Deadpool was following Spider-man. Well, Wade was following Spider-man. He had taken off the suit because it wasn’t at all inconspicuous, and Spider-man would have noticed him right away. So there he was, wearing a sweatshirt with the hood hiding his bald head and teleporting with his super cool belt while trying not to lose sight of the spider. It wasn’t an easy task. Damn, the guy knew how to swing around the skyscrapers. And it was a delight to watch him. It became easier though when they left the downtown area.
To be clear, Wade wasn’t after Spider-man’s identity, not exactly. He had become a fan of the superhero as soon as he had seen him rescue a cat from a tree and stop a bank robbery the next minute. With the first deed, Wade had thought the guy was just a weirdo in tights, but then, after the spider had handed the robbers tied in white webs to the cops, he had realized that he was a weirdo in tights with a nice ass. Ok, it was more than that, but that ass! Could you blame him? No, you couldn’t, you damn hypocrite.
So, yeah, after some weeks looking for him like the creepy fanboy he was, Wade had come to the conclusion that if he knew where Spider-man lived (or the general building at least), he could follow him from the start of his patrol instead of wait for him to appear (luckily close to him). Was that even creepier? Yes. Did he care? Not a little bit.
Wade started to suspect, however, that Spider-man wasn’t going home when they left behind almost every residential building and entered an area of old warehouses. Did the spider have his secret lair there? But a secret lair for what? It was not like he was Iron Man with his suits, his technology and all that jazz. Or SHIELD with all their intel and whatever they have going on. Spider-man only wore a spandex suit as tight as his own skin and caught the bad guys red-handed, he didn’t spy on them beforehand. Or at least that’s what Wade had seen. Did Spider-man have a side job? Or a side side job? Because he had to have a daily job since he didn’t get any payment for being Spider-man, at least as far as Wade knew. Fuck, he was really interested now.
Wade saw the spider get inside what looked like an abandoned warehouse, and that was his cue. Deadpool put his mask and gloves back on (because he always had his mask at hand) and, after a few minutes, climbed the fire escape of the building to get inside through the same window. He wanted to catch Spider-man by surprise, but the surprised one was Deadpool.
It wasn’t a secret lab or even an office. There was some furniture scattered around the room, but it was old, and obviously no one used it. Well, at least no one human. At first, it was so dark that Deadpool could only make out some movement under the light that filtered through the window around his silhouette. But then he saw them, the spiders. The place was filled with spiders. Of all sizes and kinds. They came out from the ceiling, from the wooden floor and from the furniture.
Then, he heard a scream. A very human scream. And his eyes went to the darkest corner of the room where a big figure was crouched almost on the ceiling. It was bigger than a human (than most humans), but he could recognize a couple of arms and a head. He wasn’t sure what it was from the waist down, though. Wade was ready to attack. Maybe Spider-man had gone there to get rid of that thing and was now in trouble. He jumped into the room, and more light poured inside through the window. Wade recognized the red and blue mask and top, but under that there was only something dark.
Was the thing eating Spider-man? Apart from the previous scream, there was too much silence for that. Even so, something could be happening…? But before Deadpool could charge blindly against it, someone said: “What are you doing here?” and that was Spider-man's voice. Wade had heard it multiple times while the spider fought, he could recognize it.
“Uh… I’m, uh… Are you okay?” Wade asked instead because he was extremely confused.
“I’m fine! I was fine until you appeared here out of nowhere. Have you been following me?” Spider-man asked with some anxiety in his voice. The little spiders were moving around the room, far away from Wade. If it had been only one, Wade wouldn’t have noticed, but the movement of all of them, almost like a flock of birds, was distracting.
“Well, yes, but I had my reasons,” not that he was going to tell him. “What’s… all that, anyway?” he asked, gesturing towards the black thing under his waist that Wade still couldn’t see.
There was a long moment of silence, really long. And more spiders moving around. Wade thought he could hear them, but it was probably an illusion, his brain trying to provide a sound to all that movement. Then, Spider-man and the black thing fell to the floor, the boards barely groaning under the sudden weight. They were moving as one, Wade realized. It can’t be, he thought.
Deadpool pulled out a flashlight from one of his multiple pockets and aimed it at Spider-man. The guy froze and stayed like that, letting Wade look over his body with the flashlight.
“Holy shit,” Wade breathed. Spider-man flinched and crossed his arms, almost hugging himself.
The thing, well, it wasn’t a thing, it was part of Spider-man, it was part of his body. He had no human legs, instead there was a big black bulb-like thing that Wade guessed was like the abdomen of a spider. And three long spider legs came from each side of his torso, two of which were supporting him right now while the other two were crossed in front of the abdomen, much like his human arms. It was all covered in fur, like a giant tarantula. It was mostly black, but at a closer look there were some lighter lines. And yes, Wade had moved closer without even realizing. He wanted to touch, he wanted to run his hand through that fur and see how it felt. He wanted to know if those legs were as fragile as they looked or were actually strong.
“Please, don’t tell anyone, please,” came the desperate request from Spider-man.
“I’m not even sure what I’m looking at, what was I gonna say?” Wade said, still a bit in shock. “Anyway, I wouldn’t, I’m not such an ass. Well, I am, but not with my favorite local hero. Whatever, just, what’s this? I don’t think you had all this hidden under your suit.”
Spider-man looked a little more relaxed, not about to run away. He sighed and walked (on his six arachnid legs) to a chair where he had left his pants.
“Would you mind turning around?” he asked, seeing as Deadpool kept looking at him and pointing the flashlight to his abdomen.
“Yes, but I’ll turn anyway,” he wanted to watch partly because, whatever was happening aside, Spider-man was half naked. But he turned around to give the spider (and that was pretty literal now) some privacy.
“Ok, you can look.”
Wade turned fast, almost giving himself a whiplash, but Spider-man was already dressed fully in his suit. The arachnid abdomen had disappeared, but the legs were still there, almost hugging Spider-man’s body.
“So… you can turn into an actual spider,” Wade stated more than asked.
“Yes, and some stages in-between. Like this one.” Six long arms moved a bit to emphasize his point.
“That’s so cool!” Wade boomed, and Spider-man almost jumped to the ceiling. “But I’ve seen a lot of your fights. A lot, really. And I’ve never seen you using these.”
“I know you’ve been watching me, Deadpool,” it was impossible to say with the mask, but by the sound of it there was probably a frown and a glare under it.
“You know my name! My alias, but it’s the same. I’m Wade, by the way,” Wade offered his hand, but Spider-man didn’t extend his hand (any of the eight) to shake Wade’s.
“I do know who you are, Wade Winston Wilson.”
“Uh-oh. Full name. That’s not good.”
Spider-man ignored him and kept talking. He had now his hands on his hips and the arachnid legs a little more spread. “As soon as you came to New York, the Avengers sent me your portfolio and a handwritten note that said, ‘Do not engage with him by any means’. So, yeah, I’m pretty aware of who you are.”
Of course Spider-man was related to the Happy Family, and of course they knew he was back in town. It was not surprising, really, but a bit disappointing.
“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” Wade said, crossing his arms and nodding.
“I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve been doing my work,” Spider-man answered back, rolling his eyes under the mask (it was obvious even if you couldn’t see it). “I don’t work with or for the Avengers, so I don’t have to follow their orders. I’m an adult, I can make my own mind about others. And for now, you haven’t done anything evil. The weirdest thing has been stalking me during my patrols, but I’ll let that go. So you’re still in the ‘good guys’ list.
“I’m in a ‘good guys’ list!” Wade shrieked with his hands on his cheeks, and Spider-man had to cover his ears.
“Don’t do that, please,” he asked pained.
“Sorry, won’t happen again. But don’t think I haven’t noticed that you haven’t answered my question.
“You haven’t asked me anything,” Spider-man said with a shrug.
“Ok, then. Why have you been hiding these?” Wade asked, clearly pointing to the arachnid legs.
Spider-man scratched his head and sighed. “Why do you think? People are wary enough of human-looking Spider-man. What would they do if they found out that I can turn into an actual spider? A giant one at that.”
Spider-man had a point. Wade couldn’t understand it, the hero was the coolest thing he had ever seen, but he had read the papers and heard some people talk. Yeah, your friendly neighborhood Spider-man had fans, of course, but there were also people wary of him, that feared him even. And people feared more than anything what they couldn’t understand and what was different.
“Ok, I won’t tell anyone. As much as I want to boast of knowing the real Spider-man and his super cool spider form,” he promised solemnly.
“Do you… really think it’s cool?” Spider-man asked with a tiny voice that shouldn’t belong to a hero like him.
“Of course I do. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you spurting webs through your ass? I thought it could only happen in my fantasies since you always use the webs from your wrists, but given you can turn into a spider, I assume you can spurt webs through your ass, at least in that form.
“Ohmygod, stop saying that!!” Spider-man screamed hurriedly, covering his ears. The surrounding spiders got a bit nervous and scrambled away.
“But… you can, right?” Wade asked in a whisper. That’d be such nice material for his fantasies.
There was a long silence again, but Wade waited patiently for the answer. (He hadn’t jumped for a ‘no’ so whatever he was going to say was probably the truth and much more interesting.)
Spider-man lowered his hands but kept them close to his mouth, almost as if wanting to muffle his answer. “I use some tech I designed to shoot webs with my wrists, but the web itself comes from… my… bottom…” Those last words were barely audible, just barely, but Wade caught all of them.
“So half the city is covered in your ass-webs,” Wade said, just to make him blush even more. (Even if he couldn’t see it, Wade was sure Spider-man was flushed bright red under the mask.)
“It is not!” Spider-man exclaimed almost desperately. “The web dissolves itself in a couple of hours. There’s nothing left after,” he said, a little bit pouty.
“But you cover all those muggers and the like with your ass-web, I’m so envious!” He moved his hips just to emphasize it a little more.
“Deadpool!!” the boy (Wade couldn’t call him ‘man’ if he could make him blush that easily) screamed.
“Ah~ Spidey~ You’re so sweet I could eat you whole. In more ways than one.” He was gay up flirting, but he wasn’t sure if it was welcome or even if Spidey would get it.
A beat and then another.
“Are you serious?” Spidey asked, tugging down at the hem of his shirt. “Do you wanna…”
At that, Wade was a bit lost. Because it was a question, but he wasn’t sure if it was a curious question or an inviting question. He hadn’t expected for Spidey to be so receptive. Or the guy was really desperate to get laid, or had been ogling Deadpool too during his patrols. Whatever it was, Wade recovered fast enough. He wasn’t gonna lose his chance.
“Finger you until I get that web out of your ass and then fuck you against a wall? Yes, very much so.”
All Spidey’s legs and arms squirmed around his body, and Wade was pretty sure he had heard a “please” when the boy had nodded.
“I-I can hide the legs, just let me do something first.”
Before Wade could answer, Spidey started shooting webs to the corners of the ceiling (not hitting a single spider with them). Bringing the four strips to the center, he started to work on them with his hands and arachnid legs.
“You can hide them if you want, but I’d really prefer if you let them out,” Wade said, watching him work with fascination.
Spidey looked at him for a second, stopping all movement, before going back to work. In a couple of minutes, there was a makeshift hammock hanging in the middle of the room. Spidey covered it with a blanket (that didn’t look as old as the rest of the furniture) as a last touch.
“It’s resistant, it can support both of us,” ‘and the activities we’re planning to do’ went unsaid.
He was really eager to get laid if he was willing to do it here. Or maybe this was really his secret lair. What with all the spiders and all.
“You first,” Wade offered with a little bow.
Spidey wrung his hands together for a second before climbing on the hammock. It barely swung with the movement. Wade climbed after him and grabbed his human legs to lay him face up on the blanket. Spidey yelped slightly but didn’t resist.
“Well, well, what do we have here? A little spider eager to be played with,” Wade singsonged, looming over the boy.
He saw the spider shudder, but he didn’t move otherwise.
“No mask off,” the boy hurried to say as soon as Wade’s hands started to move up his legs. And of course Wade wouldn’t unmask the hero without his permission, he wasn’t that interested in his identity at that moment anyway. He had other things in mind. So he just nodded.
His hands reached the hem of his pants and pulled them down. He was going to take his time with the spider, but first he wanted to see. As he expected, Spider-man went commando (it was hard to hide any underwear under that suit).
With the pants off, it was as if he already knew that body, the suit hugged it as a second skin after all. But the paleness of his real skin was welcome, as were the moles sprinkled here and there. As hairy as his arachnid legs were, his human legs barely had any hair, and it was really thin. Wade slid his gloved hands up his legs, almost circling them, feeling the strong muscles under the skin. They weren’t bulky like Deadpool's, but he was completely sure that Spider-man was stronger than him even if they hadn’t fought against each other.
When he reached mid-thigh, Spidey spread his legs a bit. He was anxious, but not in a bad way. It was like he had been hiding this for a long time and wanted to show it to someone, anyone, really. Wade had been the lucky one.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in that perfect ass of yours,” Wade whispered, lifting his legs apart. Not that he could see much in the dark room.
Spidey let out a little whine of embarrassment, but otherwise didn’t pull away. His thin, long cock was already chubby, and it twitched when Wade pulled it up against his pubis. He would pay attention to it at another time. He did caress his balls between his fingers, weighting and fondling them, but stopped when Spidey groaned.
“Your gloves,” the boy complained.
“Uh… You probably won’t want to see what’s under them.”
He could feel the glare under the white lenses of the mask. Yeah, it wasn’t fair giving that Spidey was half naked in front of him, he knew that. But that was better than to face the disgust or something worse at seeing his deformed skin.
“I don’t know what you’re hiding, but I can turn into a giant spider. I think I have a high tolerance to weird things. And you’re not touching my spinneret with those gloves, it’s too sensitive,” Spidey stated firmly.
“Spin-what?”
“Spin-ner-et. It’s where the web comes from. So, it’s up to you.” He crossed both legs and arms, hiding that beautiful sight.
That wouldn’t do, no sir. Wade wasn’t gonna lose his only chance to fuck Spider-man. The boy was so desperate that maybe he wouldn’t mind.
“Fine, but don’t run to the hills if you don’t like what you see.”
Wade pulled both gloves off but didn’t let go of them. He couldn’t help but wait for the rejection. He couldn’t even look at Spidey’s face, even if the mask would have hidden any expression of disgust. But instead of harsh words or rude noises, or even jumping from the hammock, Spidey spread his legs again and took one of his hands. He was touching Wade (yes, Spidey still had his gloves, but even so he was willing to touch Wade). Perhaps he couldn’t see his “condition” clearly in the dark.
Wade only snapped out of his stupor when he felt something with his fingers. They were between Spidey’s legs, under his balls but above his hole. It was another hole. Without the puckered muscles around it, just a little hole the size of a straw’s and a little hard around the edge.
“T-that’s my spinneret,” Spidey said, almost out of breath.
Wade was rubbing it, feeling it, and it seemed to have an effect on the spider. So not from his ass. But close, Wade thought.
“It’s sensitive, huh?” he said, touching it with more intent.
Spidey nodded, but before Wade could tell him that he wanted to hear it, he said: “It is, a lot.”
Wade saw two of the arachnid legs holding his human legs apart, as if Spidey were afraid of closing them or just didn’t have much control over his muscles.
“And do you play with it often?” Wade was sure he did, and Spidey soon confirmed it.
“Y-yes,” he almost whined. Spidey had a hand close to his mouth as if he wanted to bite his finger to stay quiet, but he couldn’t with the mask. “It makes me produce more web, so I do it that way,” he tried to justify himself, but Wade could see that he just enjoyed it a lot.
His thumb slid to his asshole and Spidey’s breath got caught for a second, but he didn’t say no. Wade pulled a little packet out of nowhere (from his belt hidden under his sweatshirt) and ripped it with his teeth.
“Don’t let it inside the spinneret!” Spidey warned when he saw the liquid spilling from the side of the packet. “It can get clogged, and it’s a bother.”
“I’ll be careful.” So he had already done this, at least by himself. Good.
Wade poured a little amount of lube on his index finger and went back to rub his asshole while his thumb rubbed over his spinneret. Spidey hissed at the cold sensation, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he spread his legs even more. He was hot, really hot (temperature wise too). Wade could feel the pucker twitch when he pressed just slightly, but the spinneret didn’t react at all. However, Spidey’s heavy breath and his legs’ twitches made it clear that it was just as or even more sensitive. He dared to put a hand on Spidey’s thing, just holding it there, while his index finger started to press harder until the hole opened for him.
Wade froze for a second, ready to let him go when Spidey moaned. It took him a moment to realize it was a moan even when it was clear, maybe because he wasn’t expecting it. (He wasn’t expecting anything of what was happening.) Seeing as Spidey was enjoying it, he kept pressing his lubed finger inside. He didn’t forget about the spinneret (he had to find a sexier name for that, but it wasn’t the time). His thumb pressed over it and drew circles around, massaging the skin. Spidey’s legs trembled, and there was a constant litany of dirty sounds coming from his mouth.
His chest rose and fell with his hard breathing, and Wade almost had a heart attack when Spidey pulled his mask up. Not all the way, just over his nose. But it was enough to see his plump red lips glistening with spit in the darkness. Probably darker and fuller than usual due to biting them. Wade liked that sight a lot. He wondered how it would feel to kiss them, to lick them, to bite them. He bit his own mask because that wasn’t a possibility right now (or ever). Because Spidey was willing to let Wade finger him, but to kiss him was another world entirely.
“Wade…” Spidey said with a needy voice, and Wade realized that he had stopped his ministrations, too fascinated looking at his lower face.
“Sorry, Webs, but you’re distracting,” he said, caressing his thing with his hand. His naked hand. He noticed a second too late, but it seemed that Spidey was all too happy to have the fingers moving inside and around his holes to pay any attention to that.
The sweet moans and soft curses were more clear now, being the only sound along with his pants filling the room. Wade loved that sound and loved the way his name sounded on those lips and loved… Well, he just loved everything about Spidey, now even more than before. He was glad not to be wearing his suit because it would have burst with his hard cock by now. Not that he was going to do anything about it, this was about Spidey. And all the wank material he could get from this.
“Please, please, please,” Spidey chanted, but Wade didn’t pay much attention to it. He wasn’t going to play with his sweet spot just yet, he wanted to stall the end a little more. But that was not what Spidey meant. “More, please, another…”
“Huh? Another?” Wade asked, confused.
“Another finger, I’m ready,” Spidey said with some exasperation.
Oh, okay. Wade could make him cum like this, but if Spidey wanted more, he’d had more. Wade slid a second finger inside him, easier this time. Spidey’s legs twitched, all of them, and one arachnid leg went to rest over Wade's shoulder. He was tempted to kiss it, it was so close, but didn’t want to alert the boy because he probably wasn’t aware of it. With his thumb constantly rubbing the webhole (hah! That was a good name!) his other fingers flexed inside him, pressing beside his prostate on both sides but not quite over it. Spidey keened, raising his ass, but didn’t say a thing. His hand hovered over his mouth as if wanting to cover his moans or maybe bite his fingers and to be heard at the same time. He didn’t want to hide, that much was obvious, but perhaps he had to fight against his shyness. It was so damn cute.
There was suddenly a change when Wade slid his thumb over his webhole. Spidey’s body tensed, he grabbed with both hands two of the web ropes that attached the hammock to the ceiling, and his multiple legs folded into themselves.
“I-I’m close,” he said, his voice strained.
Yes, he was hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum on his belly, his cock an angry red. But Wade got just a second too late that he wasn’t talking about that. Suddenly, a white liquid sprayed from his webhole and covered Wade everywhere it could reach. It was solidified almost instantly, not having time to drip onto the blanket.
Yep, there was no doubt, that was spiderweb. Spider-man’s spiderweb, to be more precise. He was covered in it. It was all over him. Spider-man had cum all over him. Fuck, that was hot. Wade just wanted to pull down his pants and jerk off right then and there. Alas, he couldn’t, he was totally immobilized by the web.
Between the heavy breathing, Wade started to hear a wheezing laugh. Spidey’s legs unfurled, and the boy sat up and knelt in front of him.
“I’m sorry,” he said between panting laughs. “I usually… I don’t do it this way. You’re lucky I did it this afternoon, or you’d be covered in a lot more web.” He was trying to pull the web off Wade, but he didn’t put much effort into it.
“As if I’d mind bathing in your web-cum,” Wade answered, sad he couldn’t see his half naked face with his head covered in web-cum.
“Oh, god, it’s not-...” Spidey sighed because it was. With a determined expression, he took Wade’s face with both hands and licked over his mouth (well, over the web that covered his mask that covered his mouth, but it was the same) until the web started dissolving. “There, you can breathe now,” he whispered, still holding his face.
His saliva can dissolve the web, some part of Wade brain thought while the rest was shouting Spider-man has kissed me!!
“We’ll have to wait an hour or so until it dissolves completely…” Spidey said pensively and continued in a deeper voice: “Or I could lick more of it.”
His hand went to Wade’s crotch, and Wade whined long in the back of his throat. And yep, that was him cumming in his pants like a teenager just because Spider-man had suggested giving him a not-quite blowjob. He was going to die, but this time for real, out of embarrassment.
Spidey just giggled (what a beautiful sound) and sat between his legs with his back to his front, ready to wait for the web to dissolve.
“Maybe next time,” he said, and Wade’s brain went crazy thinking about a next time with Spidey.
“Why did you come here anyway?” Wade asked as an afterthought some unknown minutes later.
“I like it here. With my spiders,” Spidey answered with a sleepy voice.
“They’re your babies?!” Wade exclaimed, barely rocking his still trapped body.
Spidey snorted inelegantly (wasn’t that cute too?).
“I’m a dude, a cis dude, I can’t have babies. I just take care of them, sometimes rescue them when they’re gonna be killed… that kind of thing, and bring them here. It’s our safe place. But I live in a normal apartment, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“Well, I like your secret lair. It’s nice here. Just maybe a little more light so I can see you properly,” Wade said, though that would go against him. To be seen under more light.
“Mhmm… Next time,” Spidey answered, almost half asleep by now.
So it wasn’t just a way of speaking, there was going to be a next time.