SECRETS, LIES AND MANIPULATION
PART 1 of 3
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This is AN EXTREMELY DARK FANFIC!
EXTREMELY DARK FANFIC! PETER PARKER IS A DARK!PETER.
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AN: May Contain Storyline Spoilers!
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LIES IN THE DARK, CHAPTER 1: Part One
Wade closes his eyes, dried tears stuck to his cheeks. He tries not to think about why they are there at all, and how much he still hurt from the beating, not to mention down his backside, inside his butt. Squeezing his thighs together he rides Peter a little harder. This new position is something he is rarely allowed, usually only as a treat if he has been a good boy. He cannot remember if he has been good today though, the fog from the fever makes it even more difficult than usual to think normally.
"Shh," Peter soothes him. "You feel so good baby."
He reaches down to rub Peter's chest, gingerly with his hands. Sometimes Peter wanted his touches rougher, but usually Wade would get in trouble if he pinched his nipples without a direct, explicit, command.
Peter presses himself up, driving his wet cock in much deeper. Making them both pant and moan with the sensation.
It's not the usual place, Wade has inside his bottom. This one came after the accident. It's a new place between his legs that makes him feel even better than the small, tiny, usually painful one. Here his husband is always gentle. Here he didn't need the sticky smooth gel to make it not hurt; Wade's new place makes something slick, all by itself. His new place isn't even always there between his balls and his hole in the back end - his bum, but he loves it anyways mostly because it feels so good. Besides Peter is always so good to him when it is there, especially when he is pushed deep inside it, making them both throb and feel so nice.
Wade opens his sad, mahogany eyes.
"You're so good Baby Boy," Peter says with a laugh.
Wade smiles with pure immediate affection.
Peter grins at the love and adoration that he sees while looking in Wade's deep, dark eyes. As it suddenly appears he asks, "You'd never be bad would you, Baby Boy? You'd never tell anybody what I do to you when you are in trouble? Would you?"
Afraid Wade shakes his head.
"No. Never."
"You'd never tell anybody about this," Peter's left hand gestures to their connected bodies - "Would you, Baby Boy?"
Taking his right hand he starts chewing on his pointer fingernail. Nerves cause him to chew it to the cuticle. It starts to bleed but his renewed healing factor will fix it as soon as he stops damaging it. He once again shakes his head in fear of his partner.
"Use your words, God. Damn! It! Wade." Peter practically shouts in his face as Wade starts to cringe in terror.
All of the pleasant feelings are slowly starting to flow away. Like a boat set adrift admist a raging gale and storm, he feels both lost and terrified. Against this turbulent tide he has no defence. Normally nothing can stop the beating to come when Peter gets really angry and starts to yell at him. He is cowed.
"N-no, I won't tell."
Satisfied Peter pats him on top of his newly cut, yet still plush, dirty blonde hair - one of the good side effects from the virus: it has regrown his hair, and mostly healed his skin. Although he still has bad days where the lesions painfully return. Gestures like this one where he is patted on his skull make him feel so uncomfortable. Normally only other people did it - that little pat on top of his head like he is a good dog, and not Peter, especially during their "Husband Alone Time".
It is patronising, as though Wade is a mindless doll; not a person. Other people do the same exact gesture when they learn he has a mental disability. They think they are "being nice", but all it does to Wade is shrivel his heart at the blatant, blind, cruelty. They ignore the fact that even though he can no longer process information like he did before, he isn't stupid, and he is still a real person, not a toy. Not an animal! Not an object! But a person with real emotions just like they, themselves.
That's the reason he doesn't like it when his husband does it: Peter already knows how much it always bothers Wade, but he is ignoring his feelings and using it to prove a point - in all the ways that matter he is nothing more than a toy, a doll to be manipulated into whatever position he wants during sex, throughout the day, and even in every aspect of his new life.
He feels so alone when these thoughts come into his head. It draws him out of the pleasure and he mindlessly rides Peter, but he lover notices this time.
"Hush, Baby Boy. I'm sorry," Peter whispers to him as his left hand rubs his right cheek in a gentle caress. He pauses in his thrusting and waits for Wade to start again.
He does so by squeezing the new place as tight as he can to bring pleasure to them both. Wade knows Peter doesn't like it when he is unhappy while they do it like this, in this secret place that he isn't supposed to mention to any doctor, even the kind one called Bruce. He doesn't know or can't remember why it is a secret. His husband had pressed a finger inside the wet hole when it had first appeared, making Wade gasp and he said something that he is trying to recall.
That day is now so clear in his mind. He can even feel Peter's finger up inside him before he had drawn it out and rubbed his belly. He had said something then and laughed, but this is what Wade cannot remember for some reason. He strains to recall it as the end gets closer. The tingling is running up and down his body; it feels so wonderful. Wade never wants it to end.
Why cannot Peter always be like this? Why does he get so angry now and have to hurt him?
It must be his fault. Peter tells him that it is while he is beating him, and hurting him inside, making him bleed. The thoughts are bringing him out of his fevered haze of intense pleasure. His partner once again notices and seeks to comfort him with gentle hands.
He asks, "Do you want me to suck you? Or lick one of your holes?" He always speaks bluntly and plainly to Wade when he asks such things now.
"Y-y-yes!"
"Get up then, Wade!" Peter helps him climb off, pulling himself out of Wade's body, and lays him on their large Californian King size bed. The deep, black sheets are rumpled with their activities. He reaches underneath him to smooth them out. Peter can still be like this, so kind, and yet he is also so cruel at times.
"Lay back, Baby."
Wade lays down. Tries to relax. Knows soon Peter will be bringing him even more pleasure than before, but is still nerve wracked. He sticks his right thumb in his mouth as he asks, "Please, Peter be gentle."
"I will. I promise."
This calms him down. Peter has never broken one of these promises, at least not yet.
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter contains physical and sexual abuse of a mentally disabled character. DO NOT READ IF THIS SUBJECT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU!