Chapter One: Chimichangas

"Shit..", Spiderman cursed as he cupped the deep gash on his side with his hands.

He had been chasing a group of escaped prisoners for months now and he caught them robbing a bank not too far off. He was cornered by them and sliced up with knives and shot twice by their guns. He felt so low, he should've been able to take them down without a problem, but he was forced to make an escape to this rooftop where he now sat in his own puddle of blood. The worst wound was on his left side which was still oozing blood rapidly, but he had bullets in his left shoulder and right thigh. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he was going to make it. His could barely see from his blurred vision and each breath was a quick and painful intake of air.

He had to make it. It was his job to save people's lives, but he used up the last of his energy escaping from those bastards. Right now, he just needed to stay still. He blanked out for a moment and came back to reality when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Please don't tell me they found me…

"Spidey! Woah...you've got yourself in a mess here…"

It's Deadpool.

"Fucking hell, Spidey…"

He couldn't see anything except a blur of red before his head rolled back against the concrete he was leaning on and he lost consciousness.

The sound of a TV could be heard quietly in the background as Spidey came back to his senses which were...very painful. He moved his head up to look around but hissed as a sharp pain went down his neck and laid his head back down. He was on a bed with towels under him and his wounds had been stitched. Spiderman's heart thumped as a tall muscular figure appeared crossing his arms in the doorway. He opened his mouth to shout vulgar protests, but he choked on blood as it leaked from his lips. His whole body was in agonizing pain and his wounds were throbbing.

"Don't talk, baby boy", Deadpool frowned from under his mask and continued, "I could've yanked that mask right off your face by now" He had pulled Spiderman's mask up to his mouth only and Spiderman was thankful for that. Deadpool unfolded some bandages he was carrying under his arm and wrapped them around Spidey's stitched up wounds. He'd done a good job at cleaning and stitching them up, Spidey was surprised. Deadpool stood up and walked to the doorway. "Just take it easy for a while and don't move, I'm going out for chimichangas!"

Deadpool was acting so weird, but Spiderman wasn't complaining. He probably saved his ass from dying out there. Spidey continued looking around the room...it was messy. There was some porn magazines peeking out from under the bed and scattered empty pizza boxes, but it didn't smell bad and it didn't seem to be that unpleasant either. Spiderman had a lot on his mind, but he was too tired to really care. He relaxed and began to feel deep sleep creep up on him.

"Hey buddy! Wake up, I've got so many chimichangas!"

Spidey stirred and groaned as he opened his eyes to see an overly excited Deadpool offering him a chimichanga. Spidey cleared his throat and asked in a hoarse tone, "what's a chimichanga…?" Deadpool's jaw dropped, "Where have you been!?"

Spiderman lifted up his head and cringed. Deadpool quickly put his hand under Spiderman's head to support him and put his other arm under his knees. "Hey, what are you doing?!", Spidey shouted angrily. Deadpool positioned him to where he was leaning against the back of the bed and gave him the chimichanga. Spidey took a bite hungrily…

"Woah, these are good!"

"I know!", Deadpool said shoving a whole one into his exposed mouth.

Spiderman noticed the countless scars on Deadpool's skin and stared at them for a minute. He wanted to ask about them, but figured it would be a sensitive topic. "So Spidey...how did you end up like that?",Deadpool asked with a mouth full of food.

"They were escaped prisoners…and they cornered me"

"The ones all over the news?"

"Yeah…"

Deadpool gulped down another chimichanga and tossed the trash into an empty pizza box beside him. "I'm sorry to say this baby boy, but you're not going anywhere tonight."

"No shit sherlock, I can't move."

"...and I'm not sleeping on the couch."

"Wait...what?"

"Scoot over baby boy!", Deadpool crawled into the other side of the bed.

"Woah no no, I'll sleep on the couch. Take me to the couch dammit!"

"But look at me, I'm so cute! You know you want a cuddle buddy!"

Spiderman growled in response as Deadpool got up to grab some clothes from a dresser. He began stripping out of everything except his mask and boxers which had…"deadpool" written on the ass. His back and legs looked exactly the same as his mouth. There wasn't a patch of skin that wasn't mutilated by scars in some way. Deadpool felt the spider's gaze on his back and quickly covered himself in a shirt and pants.

"D-Deadpool…", Spidey said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have some clothes I could wear? I'm kind of covered in dirt and blood…"

"Oh, yeah, but you can't move."

"Maybe you could help I guess", Spiderman frowned at the thought, but his suit was really gross and sticking to his body..

Deadpool pulled out another shirt and some pajama pants. "I never imagined I'd be stripping you, baby boy…", the merc smirked as he peeled off ripped pieces of suit. Spidey was relieved that the tinge of red on his cheeks couldn't be seen by Deadpool and frowned at the older man.

Deadpool looked at Spiderman's boxers which were blotched with blood, "You know these are comin' off, right?"

Spiderman gasped, "You don't have to-!"

Deadpool hovered over Spideys wounded frame and brung his face up to the younger man's.

"Come on, I don't want you ruining my custom made deadpool PJs"

"Seriously? Fine...just hurry the fuck up!", Spidey yelled.

Deadpool slid down Spideys boxers and threw them on the floor with the other blood covered pieces of clothing. He ran his hand up the spider's thigh avoiding the bullet wound, "Hot damn you're sexy…". Spiderman blushed terribly and raised his hand up to slap the shit of of Deadpool, but the merc caught his wrist and trailed the insides of Spidey's legs with his fingers. Spidey felt a chill go down his spine and shouted, "Don't fuck around, Deadpool!" The older man looked up at him with the most animalistic smirk he'd ever seen, "but that's what I'm good at". Spiderman felt heat rising on his skin and let a heavy breath escape his lips. Without any kind of warning, Deadpool licked the tip of Spiderman's fully exposed dick. Spidey yelped and managed to land a hit on Deadpool this time, but he only laughed and held down both of Spidey's wrists against the bed. "This isn't funny you idiot!", the spider shouted furiously.

Deadpool filled his mouth with spider boy's dick and swirled his tongue around the sensitive hot skin. Spiderman squirmed and a quiet moan escaped his lips as he gripped the towel underneath him. The merc grabbed an extra towel he had sat out and tied Spidey's hands together with it roughly. Deadpool was enjoying this way too much. Spiderman groaned with pleasure as Deadpool returned to his dick using his hands and mouth together. Spiderman's breaths quickened as he grinded his hips against Deadpool and lost control of the volume of his moans. Deadpool grunted and continued pumping the younger man's cock. Spiderman moaned loudly and bit his lips as he came on Deadpool's hands. Deadpool licked his fingers and hovered over Spidey.

"That was fucking hot."