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Peter prided himself on not being one of those alphas.
He was chivalrous toward omegas, but not overbearing. He had never shared a heat, but he acted as a deterrent for a few omega friends who needed someone to guard their front door while they handled themselves and their scent had never "sent him into a frenzy" like predatory alphas claimed. He didn't discriminate when dating by primary or secondary gender, preferring to get to know the person for who they were before sex ever came into the equation.
And yet, there was something about Wade Wilson that made his fangs drop into his mouth whenever he got a whiff of that pretty, flowery scent. Even a days-old shirt that Wade left at his place would throw Peter for a loop when he picked it up, making him gasp and shiver like he had popped his first ever knot.
Peter didn't act on this primal feeling, of course. He wasn't a predator, he wasn't going to force himself on an omega that didn't want him. And Wade definitely didn't want him--he'd told Peter about some of the interactions he'd had with pushy and violent and abusive alphas and how he would never sleep with an alpha again.
Peter wasn't even going to offer in case Wade was swayed by his Spider-Man hero worship to say yes without meaning to. Peter kept his hands and nose to himself when they hung out, leaving a respectable distance between them and making his home comfortable but not too nest-like, and didn't insist on encroaching on Wade's territory in his own apartment.
Wade seemed to appreciate it. He smiled widely at Peter when he let Wade pay for dinner, or come out on patrol with him, or sat still and got stitched up in the bathroom. They were perfectly good friends without Peter's stupid hormones getting in the way.
This amiability lasted for nine months. And then, probably feeling overly comfortable after Peter hadn't pursued him during previous heats, respecting Wade's decision to take care of himself alone, Wade asked:
"Would you like to share my next heat with me?"
Peter froze, eyes on the television in front of them, chopsticks full of beef lo mein inches from his mouth.
"Ah," he said intelligently, lowering the noodles back into the container and tilting his head to look at Wade. "Share your heat?"
Wade nodded, his chin in his hand, elbow on the armrest on the other side of the little couch. He looked so sweet and comfortable that Peter wanted to curl up with him but had never known how to ask.
"Next step in the relationship, right? I mean, I know you're the traditional type so--"
"Relationship?" Peter couldn't help but interrupt.
Wade's mouth snapped closed. He blinked and then turned his head, now looking at the coffee table instead of at Peter.
"Yeah, my mistake. I knew we weren't--fuck you, White, you did not 'tell me so', I knew it was too good to be true."
Feeling caught on the back foot wasn't abnormal when it came to Wade, but this was truly a blindsiding revelation. Peter understood where Wade could have gotten the idea that they were dating--dinners, one-on-one hangouts, spending hours of every day together. But there had been no romantic overtures on Peter's part and he figured all of Wade's over-the-top flirting was just another one of his personality traits.
"No, it's... it's fine, Wade. We're best friends, right?" Wade didn't respond, too busy muttering to the boxes. "Hey, Wade, I promise it's okay. It was a miscommunication."
"First alpha ever that treats me like a person and he doesn't want to get in my pants," Wade snorted. "Of fucking course." He sat up and patted the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie and then the pockets in his joggers.
"No mask, not right now," Peter said, recognizing the gestures. "Talk to me, please?" Peter reached out and took Wade's wrist in his hand, letting go immediately when Wade jerked away. "Sorry, sorry."
He felt awful and slimy. Omegas weren't the clingy, needy little things that popular culture painted them as but they did have different attitudes toward trust and rejection than alphas, in Peter's experience. Peter's attraction to Wade's scent probably changed some of his own body chemistry and Wade took that as a cue to submit to him.
Peter folded both of his hands in his lap, dinner forgotten. He was too nauseated to eat anyway.
"I didn't mean to do this, Wade, and I'm so sorry. I was trying to... to keep it down, to just be your friend, but we had already scented each other and... and you smell so good, I didn't know how to hold that back."
Wade still didn't turn to look at him but he slumped a bit more into the couch.
"Hold what back?" he mumbled, speaking with half of his mouth pressed into the heel of his hand.
"My, um. My attraction to you." Peter fumbled for the remote, finding it between two couch cushions, and turned the television off so the two of them were bathed in silence and darkness. "I didn't want to influence how you felt with my scent but I think I messed up."
Peter had to stop speaking, sickness rising in his throat. Wade's pretty blue eyes flicked toward him.
"I thought we were dating," he said softly. Peter could feel the hurt rolling off him in waves.
"We basically were. You're right, what we have is more than friendship. I've been courting you without your consent."
Wade frowned and shifted to face Peter, legs curled up cutely beneath him. "You... Peter, how in the fuck would I not consent to being courted by you? Why would I offer to share my heat with someone I didn't--" Wade cut himself off, teeth closing with a snap. "It sounds like you were courting me without your own consent."
As always, the misconception that Peter was the brains of this operation went up in smoke. Wade read him like a manual on stupid, stuck up alphas who thought they controlled every omega they encountered just because of some pheromones that half of the population couldn't even scent.
"Fuck," Peter breathed, rubbing his eyes and then dragging his fingers through his hair. "Wade, I'm so sorry. We... yeah. I'm very attracted to you." He chanced a peek over at Wade again and a crackling urgency not unlike his Spidey-sense shot up his spine.
Wade, only half-lit by the amber bulbs in the hallway that led to the bathroom and closet, looked the picture of an adorable, unsure omega. He had curled up tighter around himself and gnawed on one of his fingers, looking at Peter with wide eyes.
"Not just physically," Peter amended. He leaned over to pull Wade's hand out of his mouth and hold it in both of his instead. "I'm head over fuckin' heels for you. And I thought I could live with being friends forever, closer than friends even, because I know I'm an alpha and you've had... bad experiences with people like me."
"I wouldn't have a bad experience with you, Pete," Wade said. There was a slightly more comfortable expression on his face now, eyes half-lidded and the hand between Peter's relaxed.
"I would never, ever hurt you," Peter agreed. "But...." He took a deep, shuddering breath, closing his eyes. He could hear the cadence of Wade's heartbeat when he concentrated, slow and steady, trusting. "I'm one of them. One of the people who did hurt you."
Wade used their joined hands to tug Peter forward until he sprawled inelegantly against Wade's chest. The position calmed Peter from the panic attack he only noticed had bloomed in his chest when it subsided this much closer to Wade's rhythmic heartbeat and even breaths.
"Baby boy, you are not one of the people who hurt me. At all. You share a gender or two with them, sure, which means absolute butt-fucking nothing to me. You're you. And I can't promise I'll be the perfect submissive omega for you but I'd like to try."
Peter wrapped his arms around Wade's waist, squeezing him tightly, thankfully. "You're already perfect, Wade. You're an angel."
Wade cleared his throat in that way where Peter knew he was embarrassed. "So is that a yes?" he asked, scritching the base of Peter's head with his blunt fingernails.
"Yes," Peter purred. "Yes, I'll share your heat. Thank you for asking."
"Can we finish this episode of Vanderpump or do you need to have another crisis?"
Peter's purring stopped. "Sure, Wade," he said, rolling his eyes, and thwipped out a web to grab the remote.
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The floodgates had opened.
All of the little touches and pet names and adoration that Peter had tried to keep under wraps for months were free. Wade was surprised by them, at first, but he settled into being doted on so quickly and sweetly that Peter felt his inner alpha pace and growl, eager to tear the alphas that had hurt Wade limb from limb. How anyone could encounter this perfect omega and cause him pain was beyond Peter.
Wade's heat would start in about a week, he explained that night between Vanderpump episodes.
"My internal clock is a little busted, go figure. Being around you so much, though... I'm running like the MTA."
"So your heats are still random?"
"They're within a margin of error."
And now Peter was doing everything in his power to make Wade's heat perfect: calling off from work, buying food and medicine, making his bed as nest-y as he possibly could. Wade agreed to have his heat at Peter's place instead of his own--a vulnerable omega needed to be protected in his alpha's territory, Peter's more feral side thought--and Peter was not going to fuck up this opportunity.
Maybe, if Wade was pleased with him, he'd let Peter share his heat a second time.
Wade, meanwhile, kept doing his normal activities. Peter tried not to fret too openly when he said he had to be somewhere with Nat and Clint for a few days because he promised to be back before Friday, and his heat would only start Sunday, so that left him plenty of time to ease into things with Peter.
One of those alphas would have made Wade stay home, and Peter was not one of them. He hugged Wade so tightly before he left that he began to laugh and complain about broken ribs. They still hadn't shared a kiss, but Wade bumping their foreheads together sweetly left Peter swooning all the same.
Peter was on the verge of going overboard with his preparations when he got a call from MJ.
"Jeez, Tiger, you sound like you ran a marathon! I didn't interrupt you Spider-Manning, did I?"
Peter sat heavily on his bed before immediately hopping back up and arranging all the pillows to how he had them before. "You didn't. I'm actually, uh. Gonna share my first heat with someone."
MJ must have had him on speakerphone because the absolute squeal of glee he heard in response was definitely Gwen.
"Who? Do we know them? What are they like?" Gwen asked breathlessly, before there was a slight scuffle down the line and MJ returned.
"All those questions, of course, but also I'm so happy for you, Peter! I know you were always nervous about this kind of thing."
"I've dealt with enough violent rapey alpha dickheads over the past ten years," Peter grumbled, finally satisfied with the pillow arrangement and instead checking the light reduction of his new blackout curtains. "I never wanted to be like them. I couldn't let myself lose control."
MJ made a sympathetic noise. "I get it, Pete, I do, but that's not you. You're not gonna hurt anyone, least of all this mysterious omega you're shacking up with. Are they cute?"
"He's beyond cute, MJ. He's beautiful, and adorable. You'll meet him soon."
"Yeah, once he's pupped up--" Another minor disagreement over the phone that Gwen got ahold of.
Peter dropped onto the floor instead of the bed this time, exhaling hard. Pups? No, there was no way.... He and Wade weren't ready for that kind of thing, they hadn't even talked about it. Between both of their mutations it likely wasn't possible.
"You're gonna give him a conniption," MJ said, voice muffled. Clearer now, she said, "Don't worry about her, Pete. I know you're busy making things perfect for your adorable omega, so we'll leave you be. I want every detail next time I see you, which will be soon."
Peter nodded before remembering she couldn't see him. "Yeah, soon. I, uh, I'll call you. Bye." He unceremoniously hung up the phone and dropped it beside him.
Wade was coming back tomorrow. He was fine, just a little busy at the moment, and they would have an entire week together to talk and cuddle and be intimate with one another. Peter did not have to be anxious about a two minute phone call, and he shouldn’t think that he wouldn't be enough for the only person whose scent made Peter feel desperate to have him.
The last night alone was torture. Peter laid on the couch, unable to look at the nest he made Wade much less sleep in it, and stared at the ceiling for hours. Self-doubt choked him but he tried to breathe through it.
He wouldn't be violent. It wasn't in his nature. He would be sweet. He wasn't one of those alphas.
Five o'clock the following evening, Wade knocked on the front door.
Peter had been expecting the intercom to buzz for the downstairs entrance. Regardless, he shot across the room so fast he rattled the plates in the kitchen cabinets.
"Hi," he said breathlessly, opening the door to let Wade in.
Wade was wearing civvies, hoodie covering most of his skin and Pinkie Pie sleep pants covering the rest. He was holding a small duffle bag, presumably full of supplies, and he bit his lower lip like he was nervous.
"Hi," Wade replied. He looked everywhere but at Peter. "Um, can I...?"
"Oh! Of course," Peter said, stepping back so Wade could enter.
Other than the bed, the apartment was mostly the same, if a bit cleaner. Peter lit the darkening main room with tiny lamps rather than the overhead bulb, and a pitcher of tap water sat on the kitchen table along with a water bottle and several plastic cups. The refrigerator was filled with finger foods and easy-to-prepare meals, just in case Peter got so possessive they couldn't even order takeout.
Wade walked inside slowly, like a cat being introduced to its new home, and Peter locked up behind him. He wiped his suddenly sweating palms on his t-shirt.
"Make yourself at home, honey," he said, words moving faster than his tongue. "I've got most of the things you'll need but I'm very glad you brought your own things, that was very smart of you."
The light in the room was too low for Peter to see if Wade was blushing or not, but the way he ducked his head and turned away said embarrassment.
Peter hovered awkwardly by the far end of the couch while Wade put his bag down and went over to inspect the bed. Peter had sectioned off this part of his studio with curtains, surrounding the bed in light, white fabric that made him feel enclosed. Even before the spider bite he preferred corners and small spaces to being out in the open, especially when he slept.
Wade opened one of the curtains and then stood and stared for a minute. Peter swallowed, waiting for him to say something, but when no commentary came he walked over to Wade and put a shaking hand on his lower back.
"Ah, this is just what I thought you might want. You can change it, throw anything to the side or... or let me know if you want more? I can go out while you get comfortable."
Wade's sweet rose scent tinged with something like fear and Peter took a big step away.
"Or not! I'm sorry, baby, I don't know what you want. Can you tell me?"
"There's a lot here already," Wade said, so low that if Peter didn't have enhanced hearing he probably would have missed it. "I went to my place and picked up everything I had and you already made me this... there's gotta be 20 pillows here, Pete."
Peter shrugged even though Wade was turned away. "Anything for you. I want you to be happy with me, here. You won't have to lift a finger."
Wade took a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling beneath the thick, dark fabric of his hoodie.
"I'm happy," Wade said finally. "Do you mind if I...?" He looked over at Peter then, gesturing to the bed.
"Absolutely, I don't mind! Please," Peter said. He smiled widely, feeling it wobble on his face, and leaned against the back of the couch so he wasn't too much in Wade's space. From what he understood, an omega nest was a very personal thing, and no two nests were the same. Wade could have all the time he needed to personalize his.
Wade didn't throw out any of the pillows like Peter expected. He rearranged them slightly, moving some to the long, narrow table Peter had slid between the bed and the windows, making that side of the bed seem more enclosed. Then Wade unzipped his bag and rifled through it, pulling out a little Spider-Man plush and a worn looking blanket.
Was that really all Wade had, for all of his heats? That wouldn't fill a crib much less a nest. Peter put a calming hand on his own chest, feeling upset and angry and trying not to let that bleed into his scent. Not right now. He could be angry at the world on Wade's behalf after his heat was up.
The Spidey doll got to sit atop the pillows to the side of the bed, watching over the proceedings, while the blanket was draped over the silk sheets that Peter had bought specially for Wade.
"I also brought, uh, toys," Wade said. He had kicked off his shoes at the door but now he was pulling his socks off and dropping them off the side of the bed before crawling in, testing the feeling of the nest around him.
Peter watched him fondly for a few seconds too long before he realized what Wade said. "Toys?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, the ones that I use for myself. When I'm alone. I figured...." Wade was still buried in his hoodie so deeply that Peter couldn't see his face, most of him and the bed still obscured by the curtains. "If you just wanted me to scent you, but you didn't want to touch me, I could just use them? If that's okay?"
Anger flared again, filling Peter's chest and stomach with white hot rage. His alpha bucked almost physically against his ribs, trying to get free and start ripping out throats.
"I want to touch you, baby," he managed, leaning away from Wade, digging his fingers into the fabric of the couch. "Of course I do, you're so gorgeous. Having toys is okay too, if it makes you feel comfortable. Can I join you?"
"It's your house," Wade said into a pillow.
"That doesn't matter. Do I have permission to join you in there? I can wait out here for as long as you need."
"My heat hasn't started yet, Pete, I'm not some wilting flower."
Peter felt the wooden frame of the couch groan under his hands. "You have the final decision in everything, Wade. When and where I touch you, how close I can get. Whether you want my knot or a toy. It's all up to you."
Wade sniffled without raising his head from the pillow.
"Please come into the nest," he said eventually.
Peter did not run towards the bed. He simply double checked the locks on the door before walking calmly over, sliding into the nest and shutting the curtains around them.
This close to Wade, Peter could definitely smell preheat in his scent. The smell was warmer, more pungent, enticing. Peter got closer to Wade and wrapped him in his arms, curling him up and tucking his head under Peter's chin.
"I'm glad you're home. Do you wanna talk about work, or not right now?"
Wade shook his head. He rubbed his scarred nose against Peter's throat, breathing deeply.
"Do you mind if we get undressed? So we can scent the nest properly?" Peter asked. Wade hesitated and he added, "And I want to see you, and feel you. I don't want our first time being naked together to be when your heat starts. What if you don't like how I look?"
Wade shimmied out of Peter's hold enough to glare at him. "Now you're just making fun of me," he grumbled.
Peter smiled and pecked Wade on the forehead. "Maybe a little. But I am serious about getting naked. How about we order some dinner and then after it comes we can go back into the nest?"
"Yeah. I'm starving. I came straight here...."
"Oh honey, that's no good!" Peter stroked Wade's cheek with his free hand, the other still splayed across Wade's back. "We need to get some food in you asap. What do you want? Use my phone, I'll pay for it."
Wade's pretty blue eyes moved from Peter's gaze down to his mouth, and then up again. "I want what you want," he said softly.
The grin that spread across Peter's face didn't falter. He leaned forward, slowly enough that Wade could pull away if he wanted to, and caught Wade's lips with his own.
Their first kiss was relatively uneventful. Wade's lips were dry and a little rough, and he didn't open his mouth, the kiss chaste and innocent. Peter peeked one eye open and saw that Wade's were closed, which made him smile.
When Peter moved backward, intending to grab his phone out of his pocket, Wade made a pleased little hum and buried his face in Peter's shirt.
"You are so adorable," Peter said. His normal confidence was returning the more Wade's omega responded to him, keeping him level headed and in control of the situation. Plus, it was fun to compliment Wade into hiding his face and giggling.
Once dinner was ordered--their normal Thai order, from across town--Peter put his phone to the side and put one finger under Wade's chin, raising his head.
"Can I get another kiss, pretty?" he asked.
Wade nodded shyly and connected their lips again. This time he was more bold, sliding his fingers into the curls at the back of Peter's head and turning them a bit so Peter's back was to the pillows. Wade purred, the sound rough and stilted from disuse, but Peter didn't point it out. Instead he wrapped both arms around Wade's waist and let him take what he wanted.
When Wade's tongue touched his mouth Peter groaned, letting his lips fall open. For a moment they just shared breaths, lips barely touching, and then Wade's purr picked up in volume and he kissed Peter like he might disappear. He licked at Peter's tongue, his teeth, biting carefully on his lower lip with his cute, tiny omega fangs that still threatened to draw blood.
They made out like teenagers for the entire time it took the delivery to come. By then, Wade was grinding down on Peter's leg, his thigh pressed up on Peter's hard dick that was becoming almost painful despite him wearing sweatpants.
The intercom bell rang and Peter groaned. "Food, baby, I'll be right back," he promised, kissing Wade on the cheek before extricating himself.
Peter practically floated across the room and let the delivery person up, holding down the lock button until he heard a clatter from down the staircase. Then he waited with the door cracked just a bit until he saw the delivery person come down the hall.
"Thanks," he said, opening the door wider to grab the heavy bag.
The delivery person's eyes left Peter's, flicking over his shoulder.
Peter slammed the door in their face and engaged all three locks.
Fuck. Fuck, this was bad. Wade wasn't even in heat and Peter wanted to hurt innocent people for just looking at him... he had to get himself under control, for Wade's sake.
It was enough for now to make himself busy with food. He asked Wade to come to the couch to eat, sure he didn't want Thai food crumbs in the nest, and they sat companionably side by side watching the Vanderpump Rules episode that Wade missed while he was away. They also shared furtive kisses between bites, Wade's gaze heating more every time.
Peter sent Wade to the bathroom to get ready for bed while he put all the leftover food away. They'd have to finish it in a day, because when Wade was mid-heat it would be too intense for him to have something like that as a meal. Peter had more simple things stocked away, like fruits and vegetables and juices.
Wade didn't take long. Peter looked up from the refrigerator when he heard the door open, and then Wade walked down the hall into the main room.
"Oh, my god," Peter breathed, shutting the refrigerator door with a clang and steadying himself with a hand on it. "Oh my god Wade."
"I hope it's okay," Wade said, crossing his arms over his chest.
That wouldn't do. Peter left the kitchen to take both of Wade's wrists in his hands and gently move them away, getting a good look at the little outfit Wade had prepared especially for him.
Wade was wearing a matching set of lace underwear in white--the panties were low cut and ruffled, ending much below Wade's navel, and the bralette top was sheer. He had never looked so edible as right now. Peter leaned down and mouthed at one of Wade's nipples through the bralette, earning a soft gasp and then a heady moan.
"More than okay," Peter said, closing his teeth around the bud and pulling. Wade gasped again, his wrists flexing in Peter's grasp. "Fuck, baby, I can't--I need--"
Peter slid his hands down Wade's amazing ass and perfect thighs to lift him, pressing them together all at once. The riot of texture against Peter's skin made him groan, and he almost ripped off Wade's panties and fucked him standing right there, but this required a more delicate touch.
Peter was absolutely not one of those alphas.
Instead, he laid Wade down in his nest, closing the curtains around them once more.
"I have a surprise for you," Peter whispered, settling between Wade's thighs and fumbling around on the bedside table. His precious omega was the definition of a hopeless romantic, and Peter had seen things like this on his Pinterest account several times over the course of their friendship.
Peter found the little remote he had stashed away and pressed the power button, turning on the fairy lights that he had strung between the double layered curtains. Now they were surrounded by warm, sparkling light that played beautifully off of the ridges and whorls in Wade's skin.
Wade looked around for a few moments, mouth dropped open in awe, before he covered his eyes with his hands.
"Baby?" Peter asked hurriedly, putting the remote down to stroke his hands over Wade's forearms. "Should I turn them off?"
Wade shook his head. "It's perfect," he said, voice choked and wet. "Everything is perfect, Peter, I just... I don't know how I deserve this."
"You deserve this and more, baby," Peter reassured him. He leaned forward, bending Wade slightly to kiss up his chest, nosing appreciatively at the lace bralette, toward the small scent gland at the center of his collar bones.
"You're too sweet to me," Wade said.
"Not sweet enough," Peter countered, drawing his tongue across the gland. "I want you totally relaxed, honey. I don't want you to have one thought except about how happy and content you are. Let me take care of the rest, okay?" He looked up, smiling sadly at Wade's still-covered face. "Lay back, gorgeous."
Peter didn't move Wade's hands away. Instead, he slid down the bed until he was in front of Wade's cute little panties, the satin at the center already wet with slick.
Here, Wade's scent was intoxicating. Peter kissed Wade's inner thighs, leaving wet marks and groaning when Wade began to tremble and grab at his hair. He let Wade pull him forward, Peter's mouth and nose mashed into Wade's covered pussy, his head filling with fantasies of what exactly he was going to do to this pretty cunt when Wade was in full heat.
Peter used one hand to pull the panties aside and the other to spread the lips of Wade's pussy, fat and hairless and dripping with slick, his clit already peeking out from under its hood with arousal.
"You're ready for me, aren't you, omega?" Peter hummed. He leaned forward, lapping a long stripe up from the bottom of Wade's opening up to his clit. Wade squeaked, his hands tightening in Peter's hair, but Peter didn't let that deter him. He sat up a bit on his knees and elbows, holding Wade open with both hands under his thighs, bringing his slick soaked pussy up to Peter's face.
Peter wished desperately that he didn't need to breathe. He would rather spend the rest of his life with his tongue inside of Wade, licking up slick before it could drip down his ass and thighs, his own dick hard and aching but also a complete afterthought.
Wade dropped one hand from Peter's hair to stroke his clit with two fingers, the movements rough and quick, his little moans growing louder and higher. Peter only had to continue, not changing his pace or pressure, slick and spit running down his chin, to make Wade cum in his mouth.
"A-alpha!" Wade cried, his thighs closing around Peter's head and his back arching. Peter was more than happy to keep going, eating Wade out through his orgasm and aftershocks until he was shivering and pushing Peter away.
Peter leaned back just enough to inhale through his nose, but Wade didn't move his thighs and Peter didn't want him to. He waited with Wade's knees over his shoulders, kissing the hot, swollen lips of Wade's pussy and carefully avoiding his clit in case he got overstimulated.
"You're telling me," Wade eventually panted, "I could have had that this whole fucking time? And you were keeping it from me?"
"I wasn't keeping it from you, baby, I was--"
"Oh no, Petey-pie, you're not talking your way out of this one. I should hold you down there until my heat is over."
Not a threat or a punishment. Peter licked up through Wade's slick again, which made him jump.
"Your wish is my command," Peter teased. He sucked Wade's clit into his mouth, his tongue stroking the underside.
"No, no, wait!" Wade begged quickly. He pulled Peter's hair until he came up again and Wade let his legs fall from around Peter's head which made him frown. "I want to make you feel good too."
"That did make me feel good," Peter said. He suddenly realized he was still fully dressed and pulled his t-shirt over his head, using it to wipe his mouth and chin.
Wade's expression was pure bliss. His hands now lie to either side of his face, the mound of pillows making up that side of the nest supporting him like a cloud. His bralette was intact, if a bit wet over one nipple, and his panties were still pulled to the side where Peter left them.
Even so, he gestured lazily toward Peter's covered erection. "I want you to cum now."
Heat and longing rushed up Peter's spine. He put a hand down over Wade's left breast, which barely had any curve to it but Peter gently squeezed it all the same. He wanted....
"You're shaking," Wade said, his happy expression tinged with worry. "You good? Did I hurt you?"
Peter shook his head. "I... you just smell so good, Wade, I want to...."
Wade smiled. "We don't have to wait for my heat for you to put your dick in me, Parker. I'll have you know that omegas can get fucked any time of year."
Peter's alpha paced, muscles taut, teeth bared. Peter felt his fangs sliding down from his gums, almost large enough to poke his lower lip with his mouth closed.
"Wade, I'm scared," he said suddenly, almost without his brain's permission.
The sultry smile on Wade's face dropped. "Scared of what?" he asked, sitting up and adjusting himself so his panties were covering him again. "Of my heat?"
Peter shook his head, and then nodded. "I don't... I don't know. I'm scared of hurting you. I'm scared of losing control."
"You won't, baby boy. Firstable, you wouldn't hurt a fly, despite your spidery mien." Peter snorted. "Secondly, I want everything you do to me. I like pleasure spiked with pain and music is my aeroplane, remember?"
"No Red Hot Chili Peppers while we're in bed together."
"Fair." Wade put his hands on Peter's shoulders, looking up at the alpha kneeling above him with no trace of fear or discomfort, eyes sparkling and lips pouting. "Please fuck me, alpha? Ruin me?"
Peter honest-to-god growled and tackled Wade to the bed. He had the presence of mind to slide his panties off instead of ripping them away like he wanted to, and then he rucked his sweatpants just low enough to get his dick out. It was hard and red and dripping, knot already halfway there--Peter could barely get a hand around it to guide it towards Wade's cunt.
He rubbed the head in Wade's slick a few times, breath hitching, before he slid home inside of him.
And Peter's alpha completely broke down.
Instead of the violent, lust fueled terror Peter imagined himself becoming, his alpha kneeled at Wade's feet, desperate for even an ounce of attention. Peter whined, rutting into Wade once, twice, and fucking knotting in him immediately.
Wade made a little surprised sound, arms around Peter's shoulders, but Peter was too far gone to even be embarrassed. He sobbed and mewled, rocking Wade forward enough to get at the scent gland between his neck and shoulder and drooling, desperately licking and scenting like his life depended on it.
Peter only realized he came when he came a second time, the heat and wet and warmth of Wade's pussy sucking him in, holding him like a vise. He couldn't thrust, just in case his preheat knot popped out again, but he pushed deeper and deeper into Wade until the omega wailed, scent spiking and slick gushing between them.
"Oh, fuck, fuck," Peter whimpered; feeling Wade cum from the inside was like freefalling a thousand feet, like life or death. His vision went white and he keened, another orgasm wringing out of him so hard it hurt.
"Peter, oh god, yes," Wade gasped, wrapping his legs around Peter's waist and only pulling him in tighter. "You love my pussy that much, hm?"
Peter couldn't respond. He pulled back and found that he was well and truly knotted into Wade and the feeling sent him over the edge again.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Peter's knot went down and his half-hard dick and four orgasms worth of cum and slick spilled out of Wade, making him groan.
"Gross," Wade said under his breath.
Peter really wanted to bury his face between Wade's legs again, but he couldn't summon the energy to move. Instead he rolled over, arranging Wade on his chest, and huffed in exhaustion.
"Sorry," he said finally, feeling around Wade's neck and swallowing hard when he didn't find any blood or punctures. "That's... never happened before, I'm not usually that quick of a draw."
"I hope not. I guess I'll need those toys after all."
Peter knew it was a joke. Normal Peter, outside of this heat with his fated omega Peter, would have laughed it off. Right now, he felt so vulnerable that his heart skipped a beat and he gripped Wade's hips with both hands.
"Sorry, I'm sorry Wade, I can do better. It won't happen again."
Wade leaned up on his elbows with a sympathetic expression, the kind he saved for small children and even smaller animals. "Kidding, lovebug. I'm sorry, I shouldn't put my fingers in an open wound."
The visual made Peter's nose wrinkle, but it did take his mind off of his shame. "If you want you can use a toy. I can use it on you, if you aren't satisfied?"
"Oh I'm plenty satisfied, alpha. That was perfect for me." Wade adjusted himself so instead of lying with his legs between Peter's, he sat up and straddled his waist. "You made me cum so hard on your big knot, alpha, and on your face. If I came one more time I'd pass out."
Wade's little smirk was just sweet enough not to seem cruel. Peter, with his hands on Wade's hips, stroked up and down his sides, his hands tingling at the texture of scars and pockmarks on his palms.
"Laying it on thick, baby. I appreciate it. I am sorry, I want to make it good for you."
Wade rolled his eyes. "Just wait until my heat hits, alpha. I'll be putty in your hands."
He shifted a bit and Peter was dazzled by his chiseled face, his pretty lingerie, the strength of his arms and shoulders, the soft part of his stomach that led down to his fat, hot omega cunt and the powerful thighs locked around Peter's ribcage--how no one else had snatched Wade up Peter would never know, but thank god they didn't.
"Alpha, I'm hungry." Wade put his hands on Peter's stomach, arching his back so his chest pushed forward. "Will you please get some leftovers for me?"
Peter would have made a snarky remark if he had even one brain cell left. Instead, he cooed and petted Wade's sides, sliding the tips of his fingers beneath the band of his bralette.
"Of course I will, honey. Nest up here and I'll be right back."
Wade snickered and leaned down to kiss Peter on the mouth. "You're not like those other alphas at all, Petey."
Peter's alpha preened.