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Title: For your love I'll do whatever you want
Author: pseudofoucault333 // bloodspeckledraphael
Rating: E
Pairing: Peter/Wade
POV: 3rd
Summary: When Peter and Wade find themselves kidnapped and drugged by a revenge-seeking relative of a Weapon X Scientist neither of them thought for a moment they would end up in a situation they had both been wanting for so long, with their feelings both reciprocated. But once all is said and done can Peter stop Wade from running away long enough to convince him that his feelings are real not something created by the drugs they received?
Disclaimer: The whole concept of Deadpool & Spiderman © Marvel, don’t sue because the contents of my bank account is worth next to nothing in US$. Also and I can't stress this enough I don't give permission for this or any other of my stuff to be reposted on Goodreads, Wattpad or ANYWHERE ELSE. If I find out it is I'll be pissed and will get rid of everything I wrote on here. I'm not even kidding.. Plot mostly based on fiction…i.e not real….but a girl can wish<3 title © Måneskin.
Author Notes: Written and posted late for the Spideypool Fic Exchange since the prompter wanted something finished instead of in progress. Here we are 16K and one inconvenient power cut later D: so hopefully it will be worth the wait :) Comments and Kudos = <3

It had been a long stressful night when it happened, which combined with the long day he’d had in classes that day, had Peter wishing he had given the patrol that night a miss. If only so he could catch up on the notes he had missed and prepare for the test that was coming next week. But as always when it came to his Spiderman life there was always that side of him that could not seem to help going out anyway. The side that still wanted to atone for all the deaths he had been directly or indirectly involved with. Even if that side led to him downing large coffees during his next day of classes to try and stay awake.
Maybe if he had stayed home that night, he would have been able to avoid what came, and the repercussions that would change one of the most important friendships in his life.

It had started like every other patrol, of going to meet Deadpool for dinner on top of a roof overlooking the Brooklyn bridge. Of letting the older buy the usual burritos and Mountain Dew for him in exchange for pretending not to stare when the other pushed up his mask to eat his own.

Deadpool’s relationship with his body image was a complicated thing. No one would honestly spend all their time in a Kevlar body suit complete with mask if there wasn’t something that they not only hated about themselves but wanted to hide from everyone else around them. He seemed to be particularly averse to letting Peter as Spiderman see even an inch of his skin, quickly pulling his mask back down if he noticed the younger hero was watching him whether he was in the middle of eating or not.

Leaving them in this weird kind of limbo where Peter attempted to give him some semblance of privacy by pretending to look anyway but at the elder when he was eating and looking the other way, so Deadpool didn’t see his real face either. They would still chat around their food but avoid eye contact and only look back at the other when their mask was replaced.

That night Deadpool had also grabbed some churros and chocolate dipping sauce with their usual order, making noises about it being a while since he had any. Peter wasn’t particularly fond of the treats so just ignored them in favour of downing his drink once his burrito was all gone, but he did let his gaze linger on what he could see of Deadpool’s nose and mouth as he ate the churros, licking the chocolate from his gloved fingers when they were all gone.

It shouldn’t have seemed like a suggestive move, especially given the fact it was from gloves instead of bare fingers, but something in Peter had been noticing the crush he had on Deadpool more and more over the past few weeks. In his mind he had tried to dispel it as nonsense, sure Deadpool was known for having a thing for Spiderman, the number of times the elder had made comments about his ass, attempted to flirt with him and even suggested Peter meet up at his apartment had made it more than obvious.

And in the beginning, he had pretended for Deadpool’s benefit, that it was something he was oblivious to. That he was more annoyed at having to play chaperone to someone with a known reputation of being a gun-toting wild card who seemed to revel in killing people which he had been. But that was before.

Before Deadpool bandaged him up a time or twenty despite how his healing factor probably rivalled the elders. Before Deadpool took him somewhere safe and didn’t look the whole way there when his costume and mask had been shredded by an overly zealous robot. Before Deadpool had started buying their dinner every time they were on patrol and refusing to take any cash from Peter toward it. Before Deadpool had jumped in front of a machine gun-wielding bank robber for him, taking all twenty-five bullets and dying for him.

But Peter knew the moment that it had become clear was New Year's Eve the year before when they had been sat on top of the highest point of the Brooklyn bridge, watching the fireworks go off and illuminating the sky at midnight. He had looked at Deadpool sitting there beside him, making excited noises every time there was a new bang and cooing over the choice of colours with each flash, and there had been an ache in his heart to share something like this with him as more than just a fellow hero.

To share it without masks, to have their first real kiss and know what the elder’s tall muscular body felt like against his own without Kevlar in the way.

It had hit him like a tonne of bricks, the realisation that it was something he wanted and had him biting his lip behind his mask. It was a visceral craving that he had been trying to silence, trying to pretend the nights he jerked off to thoughts of Deadpool fucking him had just been him coming to terms with the shift in his sexuality. And yet in that moment he knew it was real, and it was something he was going to have to swallow down even harder until he got the courage to say something.

Which let’s be real he didn’t seem to have found so far and probably never would.

But since that night he had found himself watching the other more, discreetly still of course, but at least he knew the shape of his lips now. Knew how chapped and cracked they were, how the skin from below his nose to the tip of his chin was covered in scar tissue and there was a hint of sharp cheekbones hidden beneath his mask. And yet for every detail that he discovered he found himself wanting to know more, like what colour his eyes were, what style his hair was and what the feel of the actual skin on his hands would feel like against his own.

That night he had managed to get a glimpse of his tongue flicking out as he licked up the chocolate sauce from his fingers and the small pot. The sight of it caused something in Peter’s twenty-three-year-old body to fantasy about the feel of it in his mouth and on his own body, which he was thankfully snapped out of when Deadpool pulled his mask down and grabbed a wet wipe from his belt to get rid of any remaining chocolate.

Peter threw his empty wrappings and bottle into the paper bag which had contained both of their dinners and pulled his mask down. He could feel his spider sense blaring at him in warning causing him to frown as he looked behind them like he was expecting someone else to be behind them on the roof which got Deadpool’s attention.

“Something up Spidey babe?” Deadpool asked, putting the wipe he’d used in the bag too along with his trash.

“I’m not sure….my Spidey sense is going haywire. You weren’t followed on your way here, right?” Peter asked, pushing himself upright and facing the roof as he double-checked there was no one there. It wasn’t like his senses to be off, and they had never worked on Deadpool in all the time they had been patrolling together so there had to be another reason.

“Not that I saw. I did the usual round-the-block diversion like always to be sure and there was no one behind me when I made my way up here.” Deadpool said, also getting up and grabbing the trash to set it beside the door to the roof.

“Hm, that’s weird,” Peter murmured, once he’d walked the whole roof from edge to edge and found nothing.

“Maybe it’s an alert for something up and coming,” Deadpool suggested, stretching his arms above his head to work out some kinks.

“Maybe but that isn’t usually how my power works….” Peter began, though he did begin to feel light-headed and was struggling to stay conscious. He ended up leaning against the wall at one of the edges, sliding down to the floor as he tried to breathe through it.

He didn’t usually get hit with drugs like the average Joe, his heightened metabolism always managing to get them out of his system fast enough to right himself. But this felt different, his metabolism seemed to be struggling and getting slower which was probably why it was hitting him so hard.

“’Pool are you feeling a bit…..” Peter slurred, his mouth feeling dry and his tongue struggling to work around the words.

“…..out of it? Yep…. definitely….getting there….” Deadpool murmured, though his words were getting on the verge of incoherent so that was all Peter could make out.

Despite how Peter tried to fight it he found himself blacking out and wondering just how the hell they could have been drugged.

Peter woke with a massive headache an interminable amount of time later. Whoever had drugged them had been standing by and watching them, possibly from another rooftop, as both he and Deadpool had been moved while they were under to a standard-looking cell. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs and slumped on beds opposite each other with Peter’s head resting on a minimal pillow while Deadpool was just slumped with his head against the wall.

It took a while for Peter to sit upright, his head pounding and body aching, but when he did it was to the realisation that his web shooters were gone, no real surprise there since they always got taken when he was kidnapped. But it still begged the question as to who had done this and what their game was.

He bit his lip as he tried to stand upright to check on Deadpool, but his body seemed to refuse to cooperate. His legs felt like jelly and his upper body didn’t seem willing to hold him upright, leaving him to just curse under his breath as he slumped back against the wall his bed was resting against. He settled for throwing his pillow at Deadpool with his mouth who let out a snort before coming awake.

“Spidey? You here?” Deadpool asked, pushing himself upright and looking around the room before setting his gaze on Peter.

“Yep, I’m here at what is the worst sleepover ever. How’re you feeling?” Peter asked, resting his head against the wall to let his gaze settle over the other.

“Like I’ve downed several bottles of the good stuff but have no memory of the party. You?” Deadpool asked.

“About the same. I’m still trying to figure out how we got drugged though. Did you go to the same place you usually do?” Peter asked, watching the elder blink behind his mask as he tried to remember through the lingering haze of the drug.

“No, I went to a new place off Brooklyn Heights. But I had walked past it a few times and it was always buzzing so I didn’t think anything of it.” Deadpool said slowly, causing Peter to sigh.

At least that solved one mystery, but not the mystery of what they were doing here and why they had been drugged in the first place. Or at least it seemed that way until the door to the makeshift cell opened automatically and two guards appeared. Instead of doing as expected and both going to one of them, they took an individual each as though they were sure they were still incapacitated enough not to cause them any problems.

Peter tried to shift his body out of the way when he saw the syringe, but his legs still refused to work, and his arms were practically useless. He saw Deadpool trying to do the same thing, though the elder was more talkative and trying to banter with his guard to distract them. But they seemed to be given orders as Peter was flipped onto his stomach and the hemline of his suit ripped away from the zipper at his waist. It was then he felt the needle being shoved into the skin with a hand resting on the small of his back to restrain him when he tried to shove them off.

Whatever was in the syringe burned as it entered his bloodstream, causing him to curse and yell in pain as the guard retreated towards the door, with Deadpool’s guard following not far behind. Peter tried everything he could to turn back over but it was hard with his hands cuffed behind him leaving him wriggling against the mattress trying to get his momentum.

But that’s when he felt it. The burning, which was flowing through his bloodstream seemed to increase, like it was trying to scorch him from the inside out. He could feel his temperature increasing and the feel of sweat sliding over his bare skin inside his suit. But all of that seemed nothing compared to the slowly building arousal clawing at his insides. It was chemically induced but his body didn’t seem to be able to tell the difference as his cock began to harden.

“Shit.” Peter cursed as the urge to grind against the mattress entered his mind, but one glance at Deadpool and he knew that was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially when there was a good chance Deadpool would be the name on his lips.

“Are you feeling like you're burning alive and you want to jerk off too?” Deadpool asked hoarsely, pausing to lick his lips behind his mask.

“Yeah. Yeah more than anything. I just…..I just don’t get what their game is….” Peter panted.

“I guess the only way to find out is to go for it Spidey.” Deadpool huffed as he tried in vain to undo his cuffs.

“I’m probably going to regret this but you’re right. Just…. ignore whatever I may say.” Peter sighed reluctantly, watching the other stop what he was doing and look in Peter’s direction.

“’ Course, whatever happens in a creepy cell god knows where stays in the creepy cell good knows where,” Deadpool promised.

Peter cast him one more glance before starting to grind his cock against the mattress for the pressure that he desperately needed. At first, nothing happened but the relief that had him panting as he picked up the pace in the hopes of getting this over with faster. But no sooner had he upped the speed than he heard the crackling of electricity as a warning before what seemed like a thousand volts of electricity, seemingly from nowhere, flowed through his entire body causing Peter’s body to jerk uncontrollably as he grit his teeth to keep from screaming. His body finally slumped onto the mattress when it stopped leaving him panting as he turned to look at Deadpool again.

“Oh shit Spidey…..this ain’t good.” Deadpool cursed as the guards reappeared in the doorway when an activated stun grenade was dropped from the ceiling and immediately exploded on impact with the concrete floor.

The last thing Peter remembered was an explosion of white disrupting his vision and the high-pitched shriek piercing his ears.

When Peter woke again with his ears ringing and vision blurry, they had been moved to another room, where there was one bed only instead of the two singles. This time he had been stripped of his uniform but could still feel the sensation of his mask against his lips so at least he still had that to protect his identity. His arms had been cuffed to manacles embedded into the wall. He could still feel the increasing arousal prickling against his skin and had a really bad feeling about this.

It took a while for him to get his bearings enough to push himself upright against the wall and look around to find Deadpool. But when he found him part of him wished that he hadn’t. The elder had also had his suit stripped from him apart from his mask, and though Peter had always dreamed of seeing the other naked, what was standing in front of him caused a confusing mix of sympathetic pain in the pit of his stomach and an overwhelming sense of awe.

His entire body was mangled with scars and what looked like burns, his skin covered in the same kind of scar tissue that he had seen on Deadpool’s face. Even though it looked like something out of someone’s nightmares it did make him understand why the other had never wanted him to see him without it. But even with all of that, he could still see the beauty in the other man, of the clear definition of his abs and hipbones and how muscular his arms were with veiny calloused hands that had Peter on the verge of whimpering to feel them against him.

But at the same time what Deadpool was silently screaming of distress and anxiety, he had been pacing while Peter was taking him in but finally stopped to curl up in the corner furthest away from the bed with his back to Peter muttering to himself. It was as though he wanted to hide his body but was also still feeling the sense of arousal that he was refusing to act on it.

“Deadpool….” Peter croaked, swallowing in an attempt to clear his throat as he watched Deadpool rest his forehead against the wall as though in defeat.

“Hey, Spidey babe. Welcome to the new shitshow.” Deadpool murmured against the wall.

“Yeah, definitely feels that way. How long were we out??” Peter asked, curling his hands into fists in a vain attempt to try to use his strength to break through the cuffs.

“Not sure. But we’ve been moved and dosed to high heavens with more wacky juice.” Deadpool sighed.

“Oh great, just what we need. Have they told us what they want and why they are doing this or….?” Peter asked finally giving up when the metal started to cut into his wrists and slumping back against the wall.

“No, though whoever it is has a sick imagination I know that much,” Deadpool said screwing his eyes closed.

“Ok, then how about instead of letting them hear every word we say, you come over here and we can talk about this between ourselves?” Peter asked, not surprised when the other started to shake his head profusely.

“No, no, no Spidey you don’t want that. Trust me.”

“Look Deadpool I know you hate being out of your suit in front of me but if we want to get out of this we need to try and keep calm,” Peter said, though it was taking every inch of patience he had to try and come across that way.

“No that’s not it. If I get close to you, I know I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything but what this wacky juice wants me to do. And I like you too much to do something I know I will regret.” Deadpool groaned, the sound of a slick hand jerking off reaching Peter’s ears and causing him to curse.

“Ok…. Ok, I get it. How about you just sit at the bottom of the bed, and I’ll try not to touch you ok?” Peter asked, thankful when the sound of jerking off stopped and the other got to his feet but kept his back to him.

“Any chance you could close your eyes too? Please?” Deadpool asked weakly, sounding like a small child asking permission for something but expecting to be told no. Though at that point Peter would do anything to make sure the other felt comfortable.

“Sure. They’re closed now, just come over.” Peter said, crossing his legs and curling them up towards him so they were out of Deadpool’s space when he sat down.

Soon he felt the bed jerk as the other’s bulk sat down at the end and heard him let out a harsh breath as though it was taking everything in him not to close the distance between them. And Peter did have to admit the arousal in his own body had spiked at the distance between them being breached but was trying to ignore it.

“OK, so do you have any suspicions about who it could be? Because I don’t know about you but the villains I have aren’t so much into injecting me full of junk that makes me want to fuck and restraining me against walls.” Peter asked under his breath as he opened his eyes behind his mask, not expecting the way the elder’s body tensed as though someone had immediately come to mind.

“Your villains aren’t as twisted as mine then. The only one I can think of is Francis, but I killed that ass wipe not too long ago. Although there were the other tormentors in the Weapon X game, I hunted down all the ones I knew when I broke out….” Deadpool murmured, causing Peter to frown.

“Right, no offshoots or anything you could have missed?” Peter asked, slowly causing the other to shake his head.

“I mean there is the possibility I missed some and I didn’t keep tabs on it afterwards but there is always the chance that someone decided to take over the mantel.” Deadpool said, picking at his thumbnail as though the pain was helping to keep his mind on track.

“It just seems that might be the most likely source of whoever this is so if you can stand to tell me about the Weapon X program it might help me figure a way out,” Peter said, swallowing through another spike of arousal that seemed to be more painful than any he had felt so far.

Deadpool let out another breath though it was hard to know if it was because of the arousal or because of the thought of talking about part of his history with the other. But after a moment in a toneless voice that spoke of detachment and trauma the elder began to tell Peter everything that he knew about Weapon X and what his own experience had been.

It was horrifying to be told and distressing for Peter to hear of all the torment the other had endured. He wanted more than anything to do or say something to get the other out of that headspace that seemed to be causing as much pain as he experienced back then. But instead, when the other fell silent he let him process it and pull himself around as he tried to figure out who could be wanting to do this to Deadpool again.

True he had already escaped twice but Weapon X had long since been disestablished according to the elder so an offshoot was the only thing he could think of. Unless there was someone related to one of the Weapon X staff the other had killed who had decided they wanted revenge. But in that case, why would they have grabbed him as well? Just because Peter had been there at the same time there was no reason to drag him into whatever game they were playing.

But before his thoughts could process anymore, he felt the arousal spike so sharply that it would have had him nearly doubling over in pain if he had not been cuffed to the wall. It seemed to happen to Deadpool too as the other curled in on himself on the mattress and began to murmur something about bad touches being a no-no.

“How much longer do you think we can hold out before the effects of this get the better of us?” Peter asked, watching the elder swallow as he looked at him over his shoulder.

“I don’t know Spidey, but I don’t think it will be much longer. But I promise you, no matter what I will kill myself before I touch you ok? Despite what people think consent is important to me and neither of us can consent to this with a clear head right now.” Deadpool said hoarsely.

Peter chewed on his bottom lip as the arousal spiked even deeper in his stomach and wished more than anything that he could find the words to admit his true feelings.

They both kept jerking every time the arousal spiked within them, but it seemed to be causing more and more pain that had Peter wanting to scream or do whatever it took to make sure it would stop. If he had had use of his hands, he would have been jerking off now regardless of Deadpool being there but even the elder seemed to be considering that option as the minutes ticked by.

But before the elder could so much as reach for his cock, a crackle of a speaker came from somewhere seeming to snap them both out of it and look up trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.

“Well well well, I’m surprised you haven’t cracked by now. Usually, my test subjects are clawing the walls to get to each other.” A velvety female voice cooed causing Peter to look at Deadpool for a sign of recognition only to get none.

“You have us at a disadvantage. You seem to know us, but we don’t know you.” Peter said in his best Spiderman voice causing a laugh through the speaker.

“Spiderman honey, you’re just along for the ride and I’m sure your cellmate is loving the chance to take in the view after so long pining after you, isn’t that right Deadpool?” the voice giggled causing Peter to sigh as he leaned back against the wall to stare at the ceiling.

“Sweetheart I don’t know you from Eve, so if you want me to remember you might be best to give me a clue,” Deadpool said with his usual hint of sarcasm even though Peter could see the strain it was causing him.

“Oh, I don’t think so. But I’m sure you remember my Dad…. Dr Emrys Killebrew, one of the best scientists that Weapon X had.” The voice grinned smugly causing Peter’s eyes to turn to the other who had straightened up a little at the name.

“If he was such a good scientist then why was he stuck looking after my sorry ass?” Deadpool snarked causing the grin to immediately leave her voice.

“Just because he was relegated to looking after failures before they died doesn’t make him any less of a good scientist. I mean he helped trigger your abilities after all, didn’t he?” the voice growled back.

“Well yeah, but I don’t think you want to be proud of all the torture and stuff he inflicted on people left in his care to instigate that kind of change.” Deadpool shrugged.

“Hmmm, we’ll see if you still feel that way, by the time I’m done with you.” The voice had shifted back to smug as Peter’s body jerked at the pain from the arousal reaching painful lengths in his stomach.

“No promises, but I guess that depends on what your deal is lady.” Deadpool managed to banter even though his voice sounded strained with the edge of pain.

“My deal? Oh, honey, I’m sure you’ve figured out at least part of it now…. you get to have your way with Spiderman just like you always wanted. I’m sure you’re both feeling the effects of my little love potion building in your systems and are trying to ignore it as you figure your way out. But this isn’t something you can ignore, the longer you go without acting the more painful it will get until you give in. And if you don’t give in well…. you can say bye-bye to any chance of leaving alive.” There was a teasing lilt in her voice that made Peter hate her and just wish she would get to the point.

“Ok we’re horny as fuck is that it?” Deadpool asked gruffly, though Peter knew that for the other that was more than enough despite how he pretended otherwise.

“Now where’s the fun in that? While there is nothing hotter than filming two guys getting it on that I can release on the internet, you have until midnight tonight to remove your masks on my little cameras, or you won’t be seeing the light of day after you finally succumb to your little fumble under the covers. I’d almost call tonight a little parting present.”

“Whoa wait a minute What do you mean about putting it on the internet?!” Deadpool asked wide-eyed.

“Oh come on Deadpool, why wouldn’t I put online the video of the infamous Spiderman getting railed over and over by a freak? Especially if it means I can show who are really under those masks, you know how curious the public is about that kind of thing. Anyway, I’ll leave you to decide but my friends will be coming back soon to top up your medicine, so I’d decide quickly.”

Once the speaker crackled again to show the microphone had been turned off Peter looked at the other who buried his head in the blanket as he let out a scream. Yeah, it did seem like they were fucked metaphorically if nothing else.

For a while the two sat there in silence trying to figure out what to do but the time between the painful spikes was becoming less and less, meaning their time was running out. And with the guards coming to top them up with more of the aphrodisiac, which seemed to increase the craving and the symptoms, it seemed like they would need to figure something out soon. But all thoughts of formulating a plan to escape or to try and wriggle out of the situation seemed to be falling to the back of Peter’s mind while the arousal seemed to be demanding his attention the more time that passed.

“Deadpool….” Peter’s voice was bordering between a whine and a seductive drawl as he reached out a foot to nudge the other man’s arm causing Deadpool to immediately slip off the bed and pace. The prolonged distance between them seemed to make the arousal louder and cause Peter to groan at the denial into his inner bicep at the loss.

“No Spidey, I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is still no,” Deadpool said resolutely avoiding looking in the direction of the bed.

“It doesn’t need to mean anything if it makes you feel any better.” Peter sighed, watching the other falter as he continued to pace which made him realise that wasn’t what the other was worried about.

“Spidey, you know I like you and every time I had thought of us doing the bedroom shuffle, I had always imagined doing it right you know. The whole she-bang of rose petals, chocolates and making love for our first time behind closed doors after we had gotten to know each other. I don’t want to jeopardise whatever we may have by fucking you like a whore on camera just because of some aphrodisiac that makes us lose control.” Deadpool said a touch of unease in his words as he continued to look away.

“And what makes you think I don’t want all that too?” Peter asked, his voice cracking on the verge of desperation.

The last thing he was expecting was the manic laughter to erupt from the other man as he shook his head.

“Because Spiderman doesn’t end up with losers who look like me and I’m not foolish enough to believe otherwise despite what I want. I mean you’ve seen the state of me now…. everything but my face, anyway, can you honestly with a straight face say that you would want this touching you let alone
fucking you?”

“You need to stop putting me up on some pedestal ‘Pool. I’m just a normal-looking guy underneath it all who ended up with powers I never asked for. But on the inside, I’m just like you, seeing a potential for the two of us to get to know each other on a deeper level than we already do. So yes, I can see you making love to me and giving me what I have been wanting since I first set eyes on you.” Peter said, swallowing as he realised that he had just let his feelings rip.

But it seemed like the other wasn’t focused on that, he was just looking at Peter like he had grown two heads and couldn’t believe what he had just heard. The sight of him so close and yet so far had Peter on the verge of begging him to come closer but before he could open his mouth the door to the cell opened and the guards were pinning Deadpool’s naked body up against the wall to inject him with his third dose.

Peter swallowed as he watched and didn’t try to resist when they propelled Deadpool onto the bed before turning their attention to him. They turned his body at an awkward angle so they could reach his hip before the sting of the needle piercing the skin set in. He was eased back into his laying position when they were done and left him sighing to himself as he took a glance at the other waiting for him to make a move.

It took a few minutes as though the other was still letting Peter’s words filter in his head, but finally, the elder looked up at him from where he had been thrown on the bed. Peter could see he was chewing his lip behind his mask uncertainly as he pushed himself upright like he was doing a push-up before crawling up the bed.

Peter swallowed as he watched the elder slide into his lap, aching to rest his own hands on his waist to keep him where he wanted him but settled for biting his lip as he felt Deadpool rest his forehead against his own.

“You sure about this Spidey? Because I want to kiss you more than anything and once our masks are off, our identities will be out there.” Deadpool whispered resting his hands on either side of the younger’s head.

“I’m sure. Kiss me ‘Pool.” Peter murmured hoarsely.

He watched as Deadpool’s hands slid from the wall to rest on the bottom hem of his mask slowly as though still giving Peter an out if he wanted one. Something that made the younger sure that he loved him that little bit more for being so considerate. Still, he said nothing and bit his lip as he felt the item which hid his identity from the world being peeled away.

He paused once the mask was off, before letting himself offer a small smile at the elder who seemed to be transfixed by the face of the hero he had been following and patrolling with for so long.

“Hi, ‘Pool.” Peter said softly, feeling Deadpool take a pointed glance at his lips in question before nodding.

He watched as the elder swallowed uneasily as his calloused fingers curled around the hem of his mask like he was trying to think of some way he could get out of it without having to do this.

“Whatever I see isn’t going to change my mind. Please take it off so you can kiss me properly.” Peter said softly, the elder letting out a breath as he pulled it off all at once. Like it was a band-aid that he wanted to rip off.

While Deadpool threw their masks to the side, Peter let his gaze linger over the features of the man he had not seen in the bare flesh since they had first met. There was little surprise that his skin was also calloused, scarred and blistered like the rest of him, but the fact he was bald with no hair at all and that his eyes were beautiful blue was something that he had never considered. Still, even with all of those differences his true essence and beauty shone through and was spellbinding to Peter as the elder rested his hands on the wall on either side of his head for balance before meeting his lips in a kiss.

It was chaste at first like the other was still giving him the chance to back out, but he seemed to melt into it a bit more when Peter’s head tilted at an angle to deepen it. Peter let out a soft groan at the feel of Deadpool’s tongue grazing against his bottom lip before teasing inside his mouth like he was testing the boundaries that the other would let him get away with.

“God Deadpool, I wish I had my hands free,” Peter said softly, nudging the elder’s nose with his own as he opened his mouth wider.

“Wade.” The other whispered, causing Peter to pull back at look at the other.

“Wade?” He asked questioningly, his mind so consumed by arousal that it took a while for him to figure out what the other was saying.

“My real name is Wade. I’d prefer to hear you screaming that than Deadpool.” He smiled, letting his mouth detour down the younger’s neck.

“You can call me Peter,” Peter whispered so hopefully the microphone wouldn’t hear. Sure, the video of their first time was going to end up online which would make it easy for them to see his real face but the last thing he wanted to do was give them a head start about where to look name-wise.

“You’re so beautiful Peter.” Wade breathed into the skin of his neck causing Peter to cry out at the feel of teeth and tongue teasing the sensitive skin. The younger was so distracted by the spike of heat with every touch that he didn’t feel the moment that the elder managed to pull the manacles restraining him away from the wall, so his arms were free.

Once the other let go his arms curled around Wade’s neck, ignoring the way the manacles slid down his forearms like bracelets, deepening the kiss and letting out a groan at the feel of Wade’s cock brushing against his stomach as he moved closer into his personal space. With his restraints now useless he let himself slide down onto the bed so his body rested on the mattress, curling his fingers in the back of Wade’s neck to pull him down with him so their mouths continued to move together hungrily.

“I can’t get over how you were hiding such a beautiful face under that mask the whole time,” Wade murmured into his ear.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Peter smiled, as Wade’s calloused digits lingered over the skin of his chest as though mesmerised by the sight of all that flawless skin on display for his attention, each feel of the rough skin causing Peter’s back to arch into the touch.

Their lips met together in another much deeper kiss, which intensified as Wade’s fingers continued to map out and trace his torso leaving Peter to softly graze his own along the panes of Wade’s back, afraid to hurt him if he touched him too roughly. Yet it seemed that that treatment spurred him on as Wade’s lips began to follow the path his fingers had taken until they encircled one of his nipples, sucking on it teasingly.

“Shit….” Peter cursed, letting his eyes close as his body gave into the sensations which doubled when Wade began to tug and tease at the other with his fingers even as his mouth switched from sucking to biting and caressing the abused bud with his teeth.

Wade couldn’t say anything though Peter knew he wanted to even with his mouth occupied but the other soon eased his body between Peter’s spread legs, letting his free hand graze against the younger’s outer thigh causing pin pricks of sensation to follow the feel of rough skin against smooth.

Peter only felt like he could breathe again when Wade eased his onslaught on his chest and continued his path down Peter’s torso with his lips, leaving Peter feeling like his nerves were alight with every caress of sensation. He could feel his cock weeping against his hip longingly as though his body’s arousal was craving for them to pick up speed. But he was thankful that Wade seemed to still be in the mindset of their first time together despite the situation they were in.

Peter’s arousal seemed to pick up when he felt Wade’s lips grazing against his hip, his tongue tasting against the spot of pre cum that had been leaking and sucking at the skin to ensure it was all gone as though once he got a taste he knew he was addicted. His open mouth then began to caress the tips of his incisors against the sensitive skin of Peter’s inner thigh, pointedly ignoring his cock as though wanting Peter to say something.

“Wade please….” Peter gasped breathlessly, digging his blunt fingernails into the back of the other’s neck in a vain attempt to try and get him back to where he needed him the most. If it hurt the other, he didn’t make any sign of it but Peter still tried to remember to be careful.

“Please what baby boy?” Wade asked hoarsely against his skin, his voice sounding rough like sin causing a shiver of longing to flow up Peter’s back.

“Please suck my cock.” Peter whined, curling his free hand over the bedframe above his head to restrain himself even as he heard the clang of the manacle clattering against the frame when it rested over the back of his hand.

“I’ve got a better idea. But you need to come for me don’t you baby, huh?” Wade teased as he guided Peter’s legs wider apart and brushed his index and middle finger against Peter’s lips. “Because if you need it, you’re gonna need to open that pretty mouth and show me how much.”

Peter hiccupped around a whimper as he parted his lips and groaned when Wade eased both fingers into his mouth. The taste and feel of them against his tongue seemed to push his arousal higher, his body seeming to automatically know what it needed to do even if his mind didn’t as he began to lather his tongue over the digits, sucking on them like they were a lollipop. Yet the whole time his gaze remained locked with Wade’s, watching how his eyes darkened at the sight and the elder’s tongue licking his chapped lips hungrily like Peter was a meal he couldn’t wait to devour.

After what seemed like a decade but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes Wade eased his fingers from Peter’s mouth, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss to distract him from what he was about to do next. This was just as well, as while Peter’s free arm, manacle and all, curled around Wade’s neck to pull him closer into his space it made the first teasing touches around his hole feel normal.

Peter had by no means been a virgin when he realised that he was gay, yes, he’d watched gay porn and probably done more research on what the act entailed than a normal person would do. But all those times he had been getting himself off to thoughts of Wade, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from fingering himself to thoughts of Wade fucking him hard or even if he had enough time to use a dildo on him that he’d got from a sex shop in China Town one year as a birthday present. So he knew what Wade was doing but it was so different doing it to himself than it was letting someone else do it to him.

He nipped and sucked needily on Wade’s bottom lip as he eased his combined fingers past Peter’s rim, just deep enough that Peter could feel his calloused fingers dragging tauntingly against his inner walls. But it was only when he began to stretch him while scissoring his fingers that Peter cried out against the other’s mouth.

“I know babe, but I’m going to do this if you aren’t stretched right. Trust me, it’s worth it.” Wade murmured, his free hand pulling Peter’s lips back to his own.

“I know, It just….fuck It feels so good.” Peter moaned, not so much kissing Wade as panting against his lips now that his mind was focused on the raw sensation of his inner muscles being stretched.

“It’s gonna feel better I promise….Just a bit more….” Wade said reassuringly, easing his fingers in a bit deeper and continuing to stretch them back and forth the whole time.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold out mu, oh FUCK!” Peter cried his previous sentence all but forgotten at the feel of Wade’s middle finger skimming against a spot inside him that had stars dancing before his eyes and his body jerking in a vain attempt to get Wade’s hand back where it was.

“Well hello Mr. Prostate. Nice to meet you at last.” Wade grinned, grazing his finger against the spot again as though to be sure he’d found it causing Peter to curse again louder as his body trembled and eyes screwed shut in an attempt to not come just yet.

“Wade I don’t want to come that way….” Peter pleaded, pulling Wade’s lips back to his in the hope of distracting him.

“I know baby and you won’t…. Just a bit more then I’ll make you come, ok?” Wade murmured against his lips as his fingers retraced their path past Peter’s rim leaving the younger feeling empty and exposed. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Wade spat on his fingers, making sure to add more to his ring finger before easing all three inside the younger slowly enough not to hurt. It added a blunt spike of pain at the added intrusion but with Wade kissing him again his body relaxed enough to let it happen.

Thankfully as he was sure his body was on the knife edge of coming from being fingered alone, Wade eased his fingers out again and pulled back a little from Peter. Peter whimpered at the cold prickling against his skin, barely paying attention as Wade spat in his hand and slicked himself up. He knew this was going to hurt more without all the lube he’d usually use but his body didn’t seem to care.

He felt Wade’s hands resting on Peter’s legs and guiding them upright, so they curled around Wade’s hips, and the feel of Wade’s torso brushing against his own as he repositioned them before he felt the head of Wade’s cock brushing around his rim. If he wasn’t so drugged up and desperate to come, he would be sure there was no way the other would fit but as it was instead, he let his body relax and indulge in the way Wade kissed his shoulders and chest as he eased his cock inside.

Then once they were physically connected, it seemed like the aphrodisiac which had been lying dormant in their systems through the build-up spiked. It became a very real presence again between them seeming to spur Wade to start rocking his hips when Peter clung to him tightly. He let the elder take control, his body jolting every time his cock grazed his prostate barely being able to restrain his moans as the pleasure continued to build and build.

Finally, he felt like he was on that knife edge again, that familiar sensation that there was one thing missing before he succumbed. And almost as though Wade had been reading his mind, Wade’s mouth sucked on the pulse spot of his neck which seemed to be the tipping point Peter needed. His whole body shook in a wave of pleasure bordering on the edge of pain, his fingernails digging into whatever bit of Wade’s flesh he managed to reach as he let out a loud cry which was a combination of relief and gratification as his vision was filled with stars.

With all the build-up since the first dose of the drug, it was no wonder it took Peter a while to come around, even as he felt Wade still fucking him hard to get his relief. Every jerk caused his rim to spike with pain, his insides were practically screaming with oversensitivity and his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. But finally, Wade came, the warm sensation of his come filling Peter seeming to soothe him a little as Wade blacked out and fell on top of Peter.

It gave Peter time to think as he lay there, he could already feel the building sensation of the drug in his gut again despite how his orgasm had happened five minutes ago so knew this was not going to be their only round. Probably what the woman behind the voice was betting on so she could upload the most degrading act that they let themselves commit. He tried to ignore that thought since he was with Wade and that should be the only thing that mattered out of this mess, but they did need to come up with a plan.

Unfortunately, all attempts for him to try and plan with Wade were derailed at every turn. He had been so sure that Wade had been given the same dose as him of the drug, but by the way, Wade would immediately manhandle Peter into another position or do something else that had Peter seeing stars, he was beginning to wonder.

But there was also that thought that maybe Wade was doing all this because he was sure once they were out of this hell hole whatever they shared would be put down to the influence of the drug instead of any real feelings they shared. Peter didn’t want to believe that since he had spent so long pining after the other it had felt like a relief to be able to admit the truth. But Wade’s actions seemed to speak for themselves causing him to swallow back the sense of gut-wrenching sadness that this would be the only way he would ever get the other in his bed.

He had lost all sense of how long they had been in captivity now but as the time passed he knew they were reaching their end. Every sexual act between them now caused pain in a nonsexual way due to lack of lube, chaffed skin and bodily fluids that had now dried to crusty mess both inside and outside each other. They hadn’t been given food or drink and both their enhanced metabolisms seemed to be bearing the brunt now leaving their stomachs cramping with hunger pains and mouths like sandpaper from no water after using all their combined saliva as makeshift lube.

Finally, when the drug seemed to have run its course, they had managed to talk beneath the covers so the cameras would not pick up their conversation. Although given the covers were also covered in come it was more out of necessity than anything.

“Do you feel strong enough to overpower the guards?” Peter asked, looking at Wade’s shadowed form under the blue duvet. The elder had barely been adding anything to every plan Peter came up with, but Peter was determined to get them out of there before the end of the day.

“Not really but it’s our only way out. Even though we don’t know what this place is or how to get out of it even if we do overpower them.” Wade sighed a sense of defeatism in his voice that had Peter brushing a reassuring hand against his forearm.

“I know, this is a shit plan. But we don’t have any other option, we’ve played her game, but we haven’t heard from her in hours. For all we know she could have left days ago.” Peter said softly.

The elder nodded but he still didn’t look certain, making Peter wonder if his gut instinct about the other not wanting to leave was right.

“Let’s go over it one more time, ok?” Peter asked, lacing his fingers between Wade’s as though hoping it would help.

“We set a fire in the room and hope it will alert the guards. When the guards come, we overpower them, change into their clothes so we aren’t recognised and then walk out of the building. Once we’re outside we’ll figure out where we are and how to get back to New York.” Wade said, his voice lacking a sense of excitement or banter like Peter was so used to hearing from the other.

“Ok Let’s work on starting the fire yeah?” Peter asked, watching the other nod, and attempt to get out of their makeshift blanket fort only to stop when Peter squeezed his hand. “And Wade, whatever happens…. this was real for me.”

Wade didn’t return the sentiment, if anything his expression got blanker like he didn’t believe it for a second. But he did settle for squeezing Peter’s hand back and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before letting go and venturing out from under the blanket.

Peter barely restrained the groan that wanted to break free, he knew this was not going to end as well as he had ideally hoped. He just hoped once they got back to Queens, they could talk about this like adults and finally get that happiness that they wanted to share.

Peter pushed himself out from under the blanket to see Wade had built a mini nest of broken wooden furniture in the middle of the room. He was crouching before it, rubbing two sticks together like a poster boy for Boy Scouts or something. Part of Peter wasn’t sure this was going to work and had already come up with plans B through to M if need be, so he was surprised when the smell of acrid smoke reached his nostrils.

They added a few more pieces to fuel the fire making their way to the camera point above the door and started calling out for someone to come get them. They were starting to lose hope when the cloying stench of smoke started to fill the room to suffocating lengths and the flames were starting to lick dangerously close to the bare skin of their backs. Finally, they heard the click of the door being unlocked and moved to stand on either side of the door.

The guards immediately started to look around for them instead of worrying about the fire, which made it easy for Peter and Wade to jump them. After knocking them out with a punch or slamming their head against the wall as Wade favoured, they were both knocked out making it easy to strip them of their clothing.

The guard Peter picked was the smaller of the two and though he was a little overweight, making the clothing baggy his shoes were too small that Peter considered going barefoot to save himself the blisters. In comparison Wade’s guard was about his size in height but skinny like a rake otherwise making the clothing stretch on his back and chest and leaving him keeping a couple of buttons open so he didn’t choke himself.

Once changed they put the fire out using the blanket though it was roaring too much to work at that point and made their way out of the cell, making sure to lock it behind them in case either of them woke. The corridor outside their cell looked like it contained many other rooms like the one they had been in, the lights were dimmed as though to make the time of day indistinguishable, and the décor was plain enough that it could have been for a hospital or the basement of a university. They went further down the corridor to check if the exit was accessible that way but quickly discovered it was a dead end, leaving them to double back. When they reached the door it was locked with a swipe sensor which thankfully both guards had their keys attached to their uniforms making it easy to get out.

The room on the other side did seem like a library basement, causing Peter uncertainty as they made their way among the stacks towards the lift. It was unnerving to see students sitting around studying with their earphones in and their gazes buried in books, which made him wonder if whatever university they were at was even aware that this was going on.

They made it into the lift, seeming like security guards to the students who stood around them, and got off at the floor which held the main foyer. It too was filled with students talking among themselves, studying or talking with librarians about whatever book they were looking for. Thankfully it made it easy for them to walk out and try to figure out which campus they were on which was quickly identified by the signs for New York Medical College dotted around everywhere.

Peter had remembered to grab one of the guard’s phones in case they needed it and even used their fingerprint to open it, making it easy for him to do a quick online search and blanch when he realised, they were pretty much on the other side of New York or close since Peter had never been out to Valhalla before.

“Come on Peter, I’ve grabbed their car keys we just need to find the staff parking lot so we can get out of here,” Wade murmured under his breath leaving Peter to try and bring up a campus map on the phone as he followed after the other.

The website for the college seemed to have been added as a favourite making it easy for Peter to find it though it did show multiple staff parking lots on campus causing him to groan under his breath as he handed the phone to Wade. The elder immediately made his way towards the nearest parking lot to the library and began to press the unlock button on the fob to see if any of the cars reacted.

A beat-up-looking blue Suzuki Vitara flashed its indicators when they got close enough, leaving Wade to shove the phone in his pocket for the time being and get in with Peter not far behind. The younger found a wayward hoodie in the passenger seat which he offered to Wade as he adjusted the mirrors causing a small smile of relief to cross Wade’s face as he undid some of the tight shirt buttons and pulled the hoodie on with the hood covering his face seeming to make him more comfortable.

Peter put his seat belt on and watched Wade start the engine which hiccupped to life after a few revs, with the taller pulling the phone out his pocket and offering it to Peter.

“Can you find us directions to Queens?” he asked when Peter just stared at the phone prompting Peter to act and go through the motions of opening Google Maps and putting on the location and data. In the meantime, Wade had driven them to what appeared to be the nearest main road and paused at an intersection to change the radio from UPN giving Peter time to put in where they wanted to and for Google Maps to do its thing.

Peter turned the volume up a bit on the phone, so its robotic voice was easier to hear and rested it in the cradle for a phone on a dashboard. Only once the radio was changed to some rock station did Wade follow the repeated instructions by the GPS and make his way toward the nearest freeway.

It left Peter to look out the window at the streets that passed them by, the sinking feeling in his stomach when Wade didn’t start waffling on about some story to fill the silence growing by the minute. Though he didn’t want to believe it, something had changed between them that was irreparable and until they were back in Queens and could talk it out, he knew Wade really was going to pretend this had never happened.

By the time they had made the 35-minute trip back to the edge of Queens, the light was fading to a long dark night. Once they had hit city limits Wade had crushed the phone in his hands and thrown it out the window, so they weren’t traceable. While Peter’s first thought was getting something to eat since his hunger was killing him along with a long hot shower.

The only thing which had kept the silence between them at bay was the radio, playing some old rock from the 80’s that Peter had never heard of before, but Wade seemed to like as he tapped his mangled fingers in rhythm with the songs on the steering wheel. Yet there was still a tension sitting over them, still no words that had been shared and aside from the odd few looks they would catch of the other it was like they were trying to pretend it was just a normal road trip.

Finally, Wade stopped the car outside of Forrest Park, a fair few blocks from the rooftop where they would normally meet for patrol what seemed like a lifetime ago. Peter knew he was stopping for his benefit, not about to push his presence into Peter’s apartment or even ask for the address but at the same time that sadness he had been feeling was now overwhelming.

“Wade….” He began, watching the other shake his head from the depths of his hood like he didn’t want to talk about whatever was on the younger’s mind.

“Go home Peter, I’m going to burn and abandon the car somewhere and go home myself. I think I need a good shower, sleep and a whole lot of Mexican food.” Wade said hoarsely.

“But we’re going to meet up for Patrol tomorrow night, right? Same rooftop, same food?” Peter tried, knowing it was a long shot by the way Wade looked down at the steering wheel instead of meeting his gaze.

“We’ll see. I think I just need a bit of time after everything that happened, you know? It was like weapon X all over again and that in itself is triggering as all hell. I need to just try and get back to good ole happy-go-lucky Deadpool again.” Wade said, though the way he avoided a straight-out answer made it clear to Peter it was closer to a no.

“Ok, well let me know when you’re feeling like yourself again. I’ll see you around Wade.” Peter said softly, sliding Wade’s hood back from a scared and chaffed cheek to kiss it before getting out of the car and taking the twenty bucks he’d taken from the Wallet Wade also stole in case he needed it.

He closed the car door and took a glance back after taking a few steps up toward the main road to see Wade banging his head against the steering wheel in what was self-inflicted misery before driving off.

Peter only hoped that Wade wouldn’t do something stupid to hurt himself, but for the moment set out to make his way to the nearest bus stop so he could get home.

A week later and there had been nothing but radio silence between them. Peter had gone to their rooftop every night hoping against hope that Wade would be there, even if it was just to carry on the charade that everything was normal between them but there was no sign. He’d texted him every time in the hope it would prompt him to show but he wouldn’t even show as read making him wonder what the other was doing.

Towards the weekend he’d got so concerned he contacted the Avengers knowing at least one of them would know something and wasn’t surprised when Clint came back to him with a message about him needing time. It hadn’t helped Peter’s anxiety but at least he knew someone had spoken to him which was something.

He had been skipping out on classes and work for the past couple of weeks faking sickness, but deep inside he knew it was because he couldn’t stomach not being around Wade. Not seeing him, not hearing him joking around or flirting with Spiderman back when he had no idea what the man behind the mask looked like. Back when everything was so much simpler even if he continued to torture himself by replaying over and over in his mind everything they had shared together in that cell.

He spent most of his time sitting on the half pipe at the skatepark in Forest Park which was as close to where he had last seen Wade as he could get without seeming weird. Sometimes he would do tricks to distract himself and move to sit on the ground at the side when another skater wanted to use it but otherwise, he would just sit there anxiously. Something that MJ and Gwen seemed to pick up on every time that he turned down their usual standing dates, which made it little surprise when they turned up one afternoon to find him sitting on the half pipe in the quiet skatepark with his head in his hands trying to stop himself from crying.

“Peter, are you ok?” Gwen’s voice caused him to look up and see his two best friends standing there with identical looks of distress and worry on their faces.

“I’m…..yeah I’m ok.” He managed, offering them both a small smile as he cleared his throat, “How did you know I was here?”

“You always seem to go to a skatepark when you’re feeling restless or there’s something on your mind. And this is the closest one to your place.” MJ shrugged as the two sat down on either side of him.

Peter nodded silently, resting his head on Gwen’s shoulder while MJ’s arm curled around him to pull him close.

“You sure you’re ok? I haven’t seen you around Campus and I know how important your classes are to you.” Gwen asked, pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead that had tears prickling his eyes.

“I’ve been having a bit of Spiderman trouble and needed to take a bit of a break. Besides I gave in my last assignments for my papers a while ago so there’s no real point in me hanging around.” Peter murmured, rubbing at his watering eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie causing both women to frown.

“What do you mean Spiderman trouble? I mean I know you were unreachable for a couple of weeks but that’s nothing unusual if May needs you.” MJ said.

“I got kidnapped with my patrol partner, and we were imprisoned together for a while. I still don’t know who was behind it or even why but….it resulted in something happening between us.” He allowed, not wanting to go into all the details about the drug and the life-altering sex with Wade.

He had been trying to keep an eye out on all websites that would be interested in a video of Spiderman getting fucked raw by Deadpool for the past few weeks but so far nothing was surfacing. And while he was glad as it did mean his Identity was still safe, it saddened him in equal measure. At least if it surfaced it would reinforce that it was real and assure him that Wade did feel the same way, because at that moment he just felt like he was in a state of limbo.

“Something good or something bad?” Gwen asked carefully, as though more than aware of who he was speaking about. She had been one of only two people he had told about his feelings for Wade back when they were growing so he was sure she knew Wade was involved somehow.

“Both good and bad. Good in that they know how I feel about them, bad in that our real identities were revealed on camera, and I have no idea what the person responsible is going to do with that information.” Peter swallowed.

“You told Deadpool how you feel?” MJ asked, her eyes wide as though she had at least partly expected something to be going on there.

“Um hm, and turns out it wasn’t as farfetched as I thought for him to feel the same way,” Peter admitted, letting a small but sad smile linger on his lips.

“Ok, so that’s good. But what about the bad part?” Gwen asked, causing Peter to grimace.

“I don’t know. I don’t know who they were, what exactly they caught and what they are going to do with it, so it makes it hard to track them down and grab the tape. But that’s the least of my worries at the moment.” Peter swallowed. “Deadpool has been avoiding me ever since.”

“Whoa, Peter Sweetheart, you’re not thinking what I think you are right? You don’t seriously think that that hulking lump of Kevlar and muscle is regretting whatever happened! He’s been in love with Spiderman for years.” MJ said causing Peter to sigh.

“Maybe I’m not what he expected to find under the mask. A 23-year-old skateboarding geek who looks younger than his age, who really thinks that what is Spiderman really looks like? All I know is he hasn’t been meeting me for patrols, he ignores my messages and calls and has the Avengers certain he’s fine. But if he’s so fine then what other reason could he have for avoiding me?” Peter asked, looking between both women pleadingly.

“Look I might not know all the details of what happened because I know you are keeping things from us Peter, but maybe he needs time to think through everything. I mean if things progressed between you even a little bit it’s got to be hard for him to believe that Spiderman really wants him, you know?” Gwen suggested as Peter picked at the cuff of the hoodie he was wearing.

“He didn’t seem to think it was real when I told him how I felt like he was so sure that there was no way someone like me could ever look at the person he is beneath the suit. I thought for sure I convinced him, but…. the way he acted when before we broke out and the way he acted as he brought me back makes me think he still doesn’t believe me.” Peter murmured.

“Maybe that’s something you need to be prepared for. He just needs time that’s all. Just give it a couple of months and if he still doesn’t appear you might have to go to the Avengers and find out what’s going on.” MJ said as Peter offered her a weak smile.

“I just, I don’t know if I can wait that long. It’s killing me already not seeing him for a few weeks, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it being longer than that.” Peter said, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry to say Peter but you don’t have much choice. He’ll come to you when he’s ready, that’s what you need to focus on.” Gwen assured him, “So for now why don’t you come get a coffee with us and we can try and take your mind off it.”

Reluctantly Peter nodded, letting them pull him to his feet and putting on his bag as MJ grabbed his skateboard. He let them link their arms through his and guide him out of the skatepark, even though deep inside it was the last place he wanted to leave.

A full month soon passed, and though class was now out for study break Peter’s mind was on anything but study. He wasn’t putting as much effort into studying as he normally would have, obsessively searching online to see if the video had surfaced yet and sending Wade the odd message daily to check in even though he was not expecting a response. With all his free time around study, he visited Aunt May more than normal and let MJ and Gwen pull him out every few days to make sure he wasn’t obsessing too much.

Another month quickly passed, with patrols becoming lonely and empty without Deadpool’s presence beside him. He even took to patrolling with other heroes in the area, but it seemed to make things worse rather than better. In the end, he just resigned himself to patrolling alone and prayed it would not be much longer before the other came back. He increased his workload at the Daily Bugle with more pictures of Spiderman than they could throw a stick at and got accepted as an intern at Stark Industries at the insistence of Tony.

And while way back before this whole mess happened, he would have been ecstatic at being able to learn more and pave the way for his career. Now the only upside was that the company’s home was within the Avenger’s tower. If only so he could check with Clint but at least he would be the first to know if Wade was causing havoc.

Another couple of months disappeared and still nothing. He was up to his eyeballs in work at Stark Industries and his papers for his next academic year on top of his nightly patrols alone and yet Wade was still at the forefront of his mind. Gwen and MJ were watching him worriedly as though sure he was self-destructing from pushing himself too much but as he told them over and over if he wasn’t busy, he would have been going crazy with all the worry and stress.

Finally, they reached the six-month mark since Wade had dropped him off at Forest Park that night and disappeared into the ether. And Peter was honestly at the end of his rope with worry and anxiety. He couldn’t take it anymore, so on one of his breaks changed into his Spiderman suit and ventured up to the common room of the tower hoping for answers.

There seemed to be no one around, which seemed to fit with the siren he’d heard go off from Tony’s watch when they were in their meeting, but as he got deeper in, he heard voices causing him to stop in his steps.

“….sure this is a good Idea? Can’t you at least tell him what you’re up to instead of avoiding him like some love-struck high schooler?” Clint asked, his voice filled with exasperation.

“What good would it do? I mean really?! He’d want to come with me and then he’d want to talk about it Hawkbutt and I’m not ready to talk about it.” Wade’s voice snarked from the other side of the wall.

“It’s been six months Wade. You can’t avoid him forever. I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” Clint asked, his tone fading from exasperation to attempted understanding.

“What’s the worst that could happen? Really?! The worst that could happen is he tells me it wasn’t fucking real. That I poured my heart out to him about how I feel, and the drug made him say those pretty words I had been dying to hear back. That he woke up the next day and realised he had fucked by the worst-looking freak in the world. And that no matter how many orgasms I gave him or honeyed words he uttered it still won’t be enough for him to want me, Clint. I’d rather kill myself over and over again than hear him say that. Trust me it’s better this way.” Wade said, his voice filled with the desperation that Peter was all too familiar with as it was the feeling that had been sitting in the pit of his stomach since he got out of that car.

“Wade, you don’t know that that is what he is going to say. I’ve heard around town that he sits on that rooftop night after night before he goes on patrol waiting for you. He wouldn’t be doing that if it wasn’t the case. Please just text him at least so he doesn’t worry.” Clint said, his tone taking one of understanding and empathy.

“No, if I text him he’ll want answers that I can’t give him. The best way that I can help Spiderman is to track down Scarlet Killebrew and make her hurt the way that she hurt us.” Wade said defiantly.

“You’ve got the video, what would killing and torturing her prove now?” Clint asked with a sigh.

Peter’s eyes widened behind his mask at the knowledge that Wade had managed to track down their captor let alone that he had managed to acquire the video from their time together. It did explain where the other had been and why he had been out of communication. But it didn’t explain why the other hadn’t at least told him of his plan before he disappeared.

In his own way, it could be seen as Wade’s attempt at a romantic gesture, trying to fix things so Peter’s identity remained a secret and their time together never surfaced online. But he knew there was more to it than that. Wade wanted to erase everyone who had been responsible for the situation they had found themselves in all to avoid talking to Peter about how he felt.

“Anyway, I’d better be off. My flight to the Caymans leaves in a few hours, I just came to grab some of my stuff. I don’t think it needs to be said birdbrain that this stays between you and me, if I find out you’ve told him about this, I won’t be a happy camper.” Wade threatened as Peter heard the sound of the elder getting up and a bag being thrown over a shoulder.

“Before you go this time, at least take your phone. I can’t keep fielding your messages from him anymore.” Clint said, the sound of a phone being thrown and caught entering Peter’s ears.

“If I didn’t need this for work calls I would have crunched this to pieces and thrown it in the river by now. Fine, thanks for the help anyway, Clint.” Wade sighed.

Peter immediately moved to the nearest wall and began to climb it quickly, so he was hanging from the ceiling out of their view as he watched Wade appear in the direction of the lift with Clint behind him.

The elder was out of his Deadpool get-up, dressed in jeans and boots with a hoodie on and the hood over his head. His hands were hidden by the sweater paws of the hoodie and yet his whole body seemed to be tense. Being so close and yet so far from Wade, had that stabbing ache sitting in the pit of Peter’s stomach like he had felt when they were trying to restrain themselves against the drug. It was pure and utter agony especially when the other seemed sure that staying away from him was for the best.

Peter swallowed as he watched Clint open the lift for Wade and the two exchanged parting words before Wade disappeared from view. It left Peter to hang there for a while weighing up his options about what to do next, however, it seemed like Jarvis took the choice out of his hands.

“Mr. Barton, you seem to have a visitor hanging from the roof.”

Clint frowned as he stopped his path on the way to the kitchen and looked up cursing when he saw Spiderman hanging there.

“I’d ask how you got in here but I’m not sure I wanna know. Since I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation, do you want a drink because I certainly need one.” Clint huffed as he carried on to the kitchen leaving Peter to jump down from the ceiling and land with a graceful crouch in the middle of the floor.

“Might as well, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell I just heard,” Peter said, standing up and following the other into the kitchen.

“I thought as much.” Clint sighed, pulling out a beer for himself and a soda for Peter when he declined a beer with a shake of the head.

The two sat at the large dining table looking out over the city, Peter toying with the tab on his soda while Clint opened his beer.

“How long had he been staying here?” Peter finally asked, watching the elder rake his fingers through his hair in thought.
“Since that night you guys came back to the city. He was a big mess, covered in petrol and engine oil, dressed like a guard and just inconsolable. I couldn’t in good conscience let him go back to his apartment, I knew he would hurt himself so after locking his weapons up I asked Tony if he could stay at mine in the interim since I usually share Nat’s more than anything. He downed several pounds of Mexican food, had a shower and stayed up late watching every episode of Anything But Love he could find.” Clint said around a mouthful of beer.

“Did he say much about what happened?” Peter asked, feeling a little better that at least the elder hadn’t been alone.

“Not so much in the beginning, I think he needed to process it more than anything. But it was just so unnerving how quiet he was, he was mute all the time like something had triggered him that he couldn’t even consider verbalising. He was like that for two months, only nodding or shaking his head if we asked him something. I could tell it was pretty bad, which seems about right when he started speaking again and told me everything.” Clint said, watching Spiderman look down at the table.

“Including how we…..” Peter began but stopped when the other nodded with a grimace.

“Yep everything. And believe me kid there are some things I wish he hadn’t told me about what you two got up to. At first, I was happy for him, I know how much he had pinned after you and thought you two would finally get your chance. But he didn’t seem happy, he seemed resigned and reserved which I couldn’t understand.” Clint frowned, picking at the label of his beer.

“Like he’s sure what happened only happened because of the drug….” Peter filled in causing the other to sigh but nod resignedly.

“He’d ramble about it not being consensual, that just because you said what you said at the time couldn’t possibly mean it was real. That what you felt for him couldn’t possibly be real. I tried to tell him he needed to speak to you about this but….as you heard him before he thinks you’ll turn everything upside down by telling him it wasn’t real and means nothing. So instead, he decided to try and ‘fix’ things.” Clint said, causing Peter to swallow and finally open his soda to distract his hands.

“I don’t know how he found her, all I know is he disappeared for two months leaving his phone with me and came back with the video. I don’t know what deal he made or how he got it but, if anything it seemed to depress him more. When he came back, he’d watch it over and over again, a blank look on his face, not touching himself or anything. Almost like he was sure that was the only chance he would ever get with you.” Clint said, causing Peter to groan into his hands.

“I told him when the drug was gone from our systems it was real for me and I swear it was. I just don’t know what I can do to get him to believe that.” Peter said causing the elder to offer him a weak smile.

“I think he doesn’t want to believe it, because the whole world has always seen him as a monster, and he’d always believed that more than anything. But to believe that the guy behind Spiderman actually loves him regardless of how he looks is something he doesn’t feel he deserves after what you shared or is even good enough for. I know it’s a kick in the guts kid but the only way you can convince him is to meet him as yourself instead of Spiderman.” Clint said, picking off another corner of the beer label.

“How long is he gone this time?” Peter asked, downing a mouthful of soda.

“I couldn’t tell you, kid, all I know is he’s going to the Cayman Islands to try and find her but that could be a dead end and he could end up trying to track her down elsewhere. I know you want to follow him and get him to believe that you love him, but he needs to do this first and maybe then when he comes back he’ll be ready to believe that everything you feel for him is real.” Clint said with another weak smile.

“Will you tell me when he comes back?” Peter asked, watching the other nod.

“Of course I will. He needs to know that someone truly loves him, and I know without a doubt that’s you, kid.” Clint said.

Peter nodded and was about to ask if he could follow up with Clint if he hadn’t heard from him in a month when he felt his watch buzz against his wrist beneath his suit, a summons from Tony who had come back from his mission by the feel of it.

“Thanks for this Clint. I’ll keep in touch.” Peter said, getting up and taking his soda with him.

“No worries, Spiderman.” Clint smiled, toasting him with his beer before the other ventured in the direction of the lift to get back to the lab.

Peter let all the information that Clint had told him soak in as he made his way down, and yet it was the fact that Wade had taken it upon himself to fix this which continued to ring around and around in his head. Despite how Clint seemed to be sure of the reason he was hellbent on doing it alone, Peter wasn’t so sure that was the case.

He had also been affected by what happened, not to the same extent as Wade obviously but even though he had revelled in being able to tell Wade how he felt and indulge in the shared affection they felt for each other, the thought of someone drugging him multiple times to get him to comply to act how they wanted was unnerving.

So, from that perspective he should have been involved, he didn’t need Wade to be his white knight and take on that responsibility as an act of penance. But there was no way he could tell Wade any of this because the other hadn’t given him the chance. He would just have to wait until he came back whenever that maybe.

The lift finally stopped on the right floor, giving him a chance to change out of his suit and make his way to the lab before Tony buzzed him again.

It was close to another three months before Peter heard from Clint that Wade was coming back. He had been keeping himself busy with work, interning and university since they last spoke now that he had more certainty about what was going on. But he had also spent the time planning with MJ and Gwen what he should do to show Wade he was serious about them being together.

They had agreed with Clint that he needed to see Wade was himself instead of Spiderman, that in doing so it would make it clear to the elder how serious he was. They had also come up with ideas of places to meet him, but Peter thought that meeting him at the other’s actual apartment was the best way to go. If he tried to talk to him in public, he knew the others would find any number of ways to escape or avoid him, and while they argued that him going to Wade’s was essentially trapping him Peter thought it was the only option he had.

When he got the text from Clint that Wade was on his way back to the States via London, Peter mentioned his plan to the other who knew Wade enough to know how he would react. Clint thought it was a good plan, or as good as it could be given the circumstances and gave him the address to Wade’s apartment on the Brooklyn Queens border as well as the spare key and itinerary Wade had passed on to him, so he knew when the other was due to arrive.

It gave him a chance to decide what things he needed to bring and also to clean up the apartment a bit after he saw the state it was in. By the splattering of
dried blood on the walls and the gun next to his bed, he had a feeling Wade had not gone straight to Clint like the other had assumed. It saddened him that he had reached the point where suicide had seemed like the answer, but at the same time made him glad that when he realised how bad he was getting he had gone to look for help. Even if it wasn’t from him.

He spent a couple of days cleaning up and making the apartment look less like a dumping ground and more like a home. Even if some of the tasks involved were downright atrocious, like changing the bed and washing the sheets covered in old blood stains, he was determined that he would show the other he was capable of more than just being a hero even if that seemed to be the pedestal the other continued to put him on.

Once it was as clean as it would get, he grabbed a few days of clothes and moved there to wait for the other to appear. He had also filled the cupboards with all the food he knew the other liked and even made a few easy Mexican meals since he had a feeling, they might be there a while.

So, by the time Wade arrived late on Thursday night, Peter was been ready and studying when he appeared. At first, Wade didn’t seem to notice that there was anything different, settling for dumping his bag by the door and collapsing on the couch as he toed off his shoes when Peter looked up from the table where he was surrounded by all his notes. But it was only when Wade took in the state of his apartment that he seemed to freeze, tensing even more when he spotted Peter.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” he asked, his throat hoarse as he tried to avoid Peter’s gaze.

“I’m doing what I should have done the first night you didn’t show up for patrol. I’ve come to let you know that whatever you think about what happened in that shitty cell in the middle of Valhalla is nothing like the truth.” Peter said, getting up from the table and making his way to the elder who immediately shook his head.

“No, Spidey babe don’t.”

“No Wade, you need to hear this and you need to listen to what I tell you. Because you didn’t seem to hear me when I told you how much I like you back there, that I tried so hard to tell myself that I didn’t even though I knew I was lying to myself. That every time I looked at you, I could feel deep in my soul how much I wanted to know the real you behind the mask instead of the persona that you let the world see. That every glimpse of you I managed to sneak when we had those dinner dates on the roof made me crave you in ways I had never felt for another person before in my life.” Peter said, knowing he was rambling but that he needed to get it all off his chest.

“Pete….” Wade sounded like he was pleading for him to stop. “That was all because of the drug, you know it was.”

“No, it wasn’t. I’d felt like that long before that point, all the drug did was give me the nudge I needed to tell you. None of these feelings I have for you are fabricated because of some drug Wade, not one.” Peter sighed, sitting beside him on the couch only for Wade to get up and separate them.

“That doesn’t sound right, why would someone who looks like you want someone who looks like such a mess Peter tell me that? When you could have the world at your feet, any girl or guy in your bed and groupies lining the streets cheering you on, all the things you deserve and more. I just….I just don’t get it.” Wade rambled causing a sense of sadness to appear in Peter’s chest.

“I don’t want the world or anyone else Wade. I just want you and that is all I have ever wanted, listen to me…. really listen.” Peter said, catching the other by the arm and pulling him into his lap.

Wade put up a bit of a fuss, but Peter settled him by putting an arm around his waist and resting a hand on his cheek still encased in a hoodie.

“That time that we spent in that cell, drug aside, was the best time of my life. To be able to touch you, feel you, kiss you and be filled by you, it was everything I wanted and more since I was a young kid in spandex debating with himself about who he loved. And yet the more that you pushed us to do more and put off an escape until we had no choice, I knew you were sure this wasn’t going to continue when we left it. Our relationship changed in that cell for the better, but you didn’t see the positives only the negatives.” Peter said softly, brushing his thumb back and forth against his cheekbone.

“I can’t ignore the fact a drug was involved, that our first kiss and first time together was prompted by it. That some crazy ass bitch was the catalyst for us sharing something I have wanted from the moment I saw you. It’s why I couldn’t be around you, though it killed me more than anything because I needed to find my way to come to terms with it.” Wade sighed.

“Which is why you went after her, got our tape and went to the Cayman Islands to find her. And I get that, but you weren’t the only one who needed that break. Not from you, but just to think of what to do next. You didn’t give me the option to find her or anything which would have helped with the helplessness I felt at being drugged over and over like a puppy, you just did it.” Peter said, watching Wade swallow as he looked down.

“I knew Hawkeye I was going to be unable to keep his mouth shut,” Wade said softly earning a quirk of the lips from the younger.

“I spent nearly nine months without seeing you, I needed to get answers where I could find them so I’m glad Clint helped even when you wouldn’t let me. I was going out of my mind with worry, anxiety and stress every time you didn’t show up for a patrol or answer my calls or messages. I just wanted to know you were ok because my heart wouldn’t have been able to take it if you weren’t.” Peter said, grazing his thumb against Wade’s bottom lip as he guided the elder to look at him.

“You’re just saying that,” Wade murmured, but he was sounding less sure of himself like he was losing the will to fight Peter anymore but was still going to try.

“No, I’m not. Tell me what you need me to do to prove to you that my feelings are still so real. I’ll do anything.” Peter sighed, resting his forehead against Wade’s.

“Kiss me.” Wade pleaded, causing Peter to smile at him.

“All you had to do was ask. Can you take your hood down for me, please? I want to look the man I love in the eye when I kiss him again.” Peter whispered, feeling Wade’s hand freeze a little at the hemline of the hood.

“You….you love me? Are…are you sure?” Wade asked, sounding incredulous even as Peter rolled his eyes.

“I’ve had nine months to put my feelings in order so trust me when I say without a shadow of a doubt that I love you. So please, for me, take off your hood.” Peter asked.

For a moment he wasn’t sure the other was going to agree, but eventually, he watched as the hood was pushed back to rest against the nape of his neck. He had a bruise around one eye that had not yet healed and a couple of cracks on his lips and yet despite it all in that moment to Peter he still looked perfect.

Before the other could try and talk him out of it, Peter’s other hand rested on his other cheek and guided his lips to meet his own. The kiss was a bit reminiscent of their first in the cell, it was sweet but subdued as though Wade was holding back from their kisses going zero to sixty like they had done back then. But this time Peter nipped at his bottom lip teasingly as the fingers of one hand traced down the skin of Wade’s neck that Peter hadn’t got the chance to explore before as all their thoughts had been clouded with the need for instant gratification.

“Fuck….” Wade murmured against his lips, letting Peter’s tongue tease inside his mouth as his fingers curled around his throat teasingly.

“Maybe, if you’re good.” Peter teased, earning a suggestive look from the other as his hand eased between them to brush against Peter’s cock causing Peter to curse as his teeth sunk deeper into Wade’s lip.

“I think there’s no maybe about it baby boy. Besides, I want us to do it properly this time…. if you want.” Wade asked, already undoing the button on Peter’s jeans and easing his hand inside.

“Of course, whatever you want, just as long as you keep touching me.” Peter whimpered, sucking at Wade’s bottom lip to ease the sting from his bite.

“I think we can arrange that. Come on baby boy.” Wade smiled, easing his hand out Peter’s jeans despite the other’s objection and getting to his feet.

There was only a bit of space between them before Wade was picking Peter up, letting the younger curl his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck as he met Wade’s lips in a deeper more desperate kiss as the elder carried him to his room.