Title: Whatever It Takes

Pairings: Spideypool - Wade Wilson X Peter Parker, Parksborn - Harry Osborn X Peter Parker

Raiting: M

Warning: Sex, Language, Violence

Summary: When Peter and Wade finally get together, things seem to be going their way. That is until the green goblin shows up to get back what was his. Spideypool. Parksborn. Wade Wilson x Peter Parker. Harry Osborn x Peter Parker.

"I don't think so baby boy."

Peter sighed, though he had known it wouldn't be an easy task. "Wade please, please, please." He moved over to the beat up couch and flopped down onto it; close enough that his crossed leg was sat on top of the merc's. Even though Peter had his jeans on, it sent a shiver down his spine, as if he could feel Wade's scarred skin against his own. "I really don't want to go the party alone."

Wade flicked the TV to some game show channel, trying not to look at the kid. It was hard to say no to Petey at the best of times, never mind when he was begging.

{Ooh we like it when he begs. . .}

[Would be better if he was naked.]

"It's your party though." He said as he tried to ignore the voices. . .but he had to admit, a naked begging Petey would be amaaaazing.

"But I don't want it. It's Harry that's throwing it for me."

Deadpool shifted at the name; he really didn't like that rich little bastard. He also saw the kid smirk, shit, he'd noticed him react. He sighed. "So don't go."

"You know I have to dude, please don't make me go alone."

"Petey, it's your party that'll be full of people from your school. . .I'm not going."

Spidey frowned and leaned closer to the mercenary, watching as Wade's blue eyes trailed over Peter's body before resting on his hand. . .that was now on his scarred thigh. Peter hadn't even thought about it, he'd just put it there. "Do I have to get on my hands and knees and beg?"

Wade smirked. "Now baby boy, if I got you on your hands and knees to beg, it wouldn't be about some stupid party." He watched the kid's cheeks burn the cutest shade of pink. His smirk widened before he sighed and took hold of Petey's hand, squeezing it before pushing it away from his leg. Such pretty hands shouldn't be seen on monster like skin.

The kid's shoulders dropped with sadness; it hurt when the merc would react to his touches like that. He knew how badly Wade thought of himself. "You can't keep going like this, y'know, it's not good for you. . .staying in here all day every day, only going out at night when you really have to or for a mission as Deadpool. It's not healthy." He leaned in close again, a sad but serious expression on his face. "You need to spend time with people other than me."

"I don't need anyone but you."

Peter let out a deep shaky breath. It wasn't fair. Wade would say things like that so easily, he'd touch him too when he was in a playful or teasing mood. . .but as soon Peter tried to take any of it further, the merc would shut it down and usually with an excuse:

"I'm no good for you, baby boy."

"You're too young."

Though Peter was sure Wade just didn't fancy him, and that he would rather give excuses than just tell him the truth and hurt him. It wound Peter up if he was honest but Wade would never listen. Once the merc shut it down, that was the end of it.

Wade snapped his fingers, getting the kid's attention. "Eyes up here baby boy, you wanna stare down there y' gonna have to pay me. I ain't free you know." He grinned.

Spidey hadn't realised where he'd been staring at the time, so for once he hadn't been looking on purpose. He scoffed. "Should wear more than just y' boxers then."

"Like you said, I don't go out, so how else am I supposed to show my impressive piece off." He grinned, winking as he did a 'boom' motion with his hands over his 'impressive piece'.

Peter tilted his head to the side with his best faux innocent expression. "I wouldn't call that impressive, I've seen much better." He tried to contain his smirk when he heard Wade all but growl. . .and then it happened fast; the merc practically pounced on him, settling in-between his long jean covered legs and flattened him against the couch with one arm pinned above his head up on the arm rest. His eyes widened and his cheeks burned red.

"Huh, can't fool me Petey," Wade rolled his hips, pressing his impressive dick against the kid's bum. He couldn't resist pressing harder when he heard the gasp that escaped the Spider's lips. "I know that sweet ass o' yours is still virgin."

The kid stared up at the grinning mercenary before wrapping his legs around the other's waist, holding him close. He liked having Wade in-between his legs, and he could feel himself getting hard already. . .and if his body wasn't playing tricks on him, he could feel Wade hardening too. "And who said I was a virgin?"

"Uh, w-what?"

Seeing how Deadpool reacted –a mix of shock, hurt, annoyance, disbelief and even anger- had Peter confused; this relationship was a one way thing. . .wasn't it? He couldn't help himself though. ". . .I'm not a virgin."

Wade unintentionally tightened his grip on the thin wrist, his emotions finally deciding to settle on two as a jealous anger shot through him. "Since when?" He practically snarled.

{He's bluffing, our Spidey wouldn't do that to us.}

"The other week."

[He's not bluffing. . .and he's not ours anyway.]

". . .Who?"

"What?"

Wade gritted his teeth in anger and pressed harder against the kid, moving his face so they were only inches apart. He vaguely realised if it was anyone else -someone who wasn't used to him- they would think he was about to threaten. . .or more than likely rape them.

[Well that's a nice thought isn't it. . .]

"We're clearly not going to." He muttered to the voices. It was a good job Petey knew he would never hurt him because he couldn't stop himself. The anger –or was it the jealousy?- was too much. "Who fucked you!?"

He watched the kid's cheeks turn from that perfect shade of red to an even more perfect red as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Was it the rich bastard? It was wasn't it!?"

What Peter wanted to say was, "Harry's my friend, don't call him names.", but what he did say was, "Why does the 'who' matter? Unless you're jealous that is."

Fuck. What the fuck was he doing? "Tch. You wish." Wade moved away from the kid, settling back into his seat. "It's time you got going, right?"

Peter let out an annoyed sigh. Or was it angry? He pushed himself up, frowning at the scarred man in front of him. "You're kidding right?"

"Nope." The mercenary got up from the couch and moved towards the door, his hand reaching for the handle.

The kid moved fast, getting in between Wade and the door. "What the hell Wade?"

"What?"

"What? Are you fucking kidding me!?" Peter yelled. "You can't just be all over me and then kick me out for no reason!"

"No reason!?" The merc snapped. "What does it matter, you'd clearly rather have that fucker all over you anyway." He looked away from the kid, realising he was showing his childish –or rather pathetic- side. But he couldn't help it. He was jealous. He was angry. . .but not at Peter, or even that little bastard Harry. No, he was angry at himself. He knew exactly how Petey felt, hell, the kid didn't even try to hide it anymore. . .but Wade couldn't let himself go there-

{Apart from when you're climbing all over him. . .}

[Or when you're touching him up. Especially when he's in his Spidey suite.]

'Okay, yeah, but that's just teasing and pratting about. We are friends.' He thought at the voices, annoyed. 'That's what friends do.'

{It's not just when you're being all pervy though. . .}

[No, it's when you're just hanging out too. Everything's better when he's around.]

'. . .Oh shut up!'

"Stop listening to the voices and talk to me." Peter said as he stepped closer to the merc, looking up at him. "You can't do this. It's not fair Wade." He let out a shaky breath. "You know how I. . .you can't push me away when you don't feel like having me around and then be pissed at me when you find out I've slept with someone!"

Wade didn't know why but he stepped away from the kid. "See y' later kid."

Peter's eyes widened before he frowned, aggravated. "Asshole." He snapped, before punching Deadpool in the shoulder –nowhere near at full strength of course; he was mad but he wasn't that mad. He grabbed his skateboard and backpack from the side and hurried out of the door.

[What was that, idiot?]

"Don't start. You know we can't do anything right."

{We!? No, this is all you buddy; even we're not stupid enough to send Spidey into the rich bastard's arms.}

"Huh, I didn't-shit." Wade grabbed his hoodie from the coat hooks and left the apartment, shooting down the hall to the stairs.

It wasn't long before he was leaving his crappy apartment block and running down the back street that led onto the main road. He looked around quickly, doing his best to ignore the voices that were currently chuckling to themselves and the people that were staring at him. "Where are y' kid? There you are. Hey, Pet-," Wade started to shout but stopped when he saw the kid was on the phone. He wasn't close enough to hear what the kid was saying, but he could see his lips –those damn perfect lips- moving and luckily Wade could lip read. . .though the few words he caught made him wish he couldn't as they just pissed him off.

"Harry,", "Yeah I can come over."

"Fucking stupid moron." He muttered before turning and heading back to his place.

He slammed the door behind him. He dropped his hoodie on the floor before bending down and lifting his coat up, staring down at the box wrapped in unicorn gift paper. Not the best hiding spot but at least Petey hadn't noticed. But did that even matter now?

"What were you both laughing at outside anyway?" He asked, wanting to not think about what he had done or what he hadn't done. . .or the fact that his baby boy was probably being fucked by that Harry twat right now.

{You forgot to put pants on.}

"Oh crap on a cracker!"

XXXXXX

"So what do you want to watch now?"

Peter looked up from his phone, not that he was checking to see if Wade had text. . .again. "What?" He asked Harry. He watched his friend sigh, irritation clear on his face. He slid off the sofa and crawled around the fancy coffee like table to where his friend was sat in front of his laptop –that wasn't even out in stores yet.

He pretended he didn't see Harry looking him over. That was new; not Harry looking him over but the fact that Peter actually noticed. He had been pretty clueless about it until they had slept together a few weeks ago, and Gwen had told him their rich friend had always looked at him like that. "Sorry, I guess I've been pretty distracted tonight huh."

Harry sighed, unable to stay annoyed with his younger friend. "You're always distracted lately. So, is it him?"

Peter sat back on his heels before running his hand through his hair. It wasn't often Harry asked about Wade –or vice versa- but when he did it was uncomfortable, even before they'd slept together it was awkward. Harry had never met Wade, but he clearly didn't like him. Wade had never personally met Harry but he had followed Peter –to make sure he was safe- a few times while out as Deadpool and seen how he and Harry were close, which he didn't like. It made it hard for Peter to talk to either of the older men about each other. ". . .Yeah."

"What'd he do?"

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side, suspiciously. "Why're you asking?"

Harry took his younger friend by surprise; he hooked his hands under Peter's thighs –making him fall onto his bum- and pulled, spreading his legs so he fit nicely in-between them. He moved his face even closer than it already was, so close their breath mingled together. He couldn't help but notice how cute his friend was, especially with pink cheeks and his legs practically wrapped around him. "Because I care about you. And it annoys me that you care so much about someone else. Someone who doesn't deserve it."

Peter frowned, annoyed. "Don't talk about him like that. You don't even know him Harry." He said simply. He didn't want to shout and be angry at his friend but he wasn't going to let him talk badly about Wade. . .even if the merc was being a jerk.

The rich guy sighed. "Fine, okay, I won't. . .but only if you don't look at me like that anymore." Harry said as he placed his hand gently on Peter's cheek while his other hand ran up and down his thigh slowly. He watched his younger friend nod. He smiled before he moved quickly, closing the small gap between them and pressing their lips together.

Peter's eyes widened. He gasped in shock, which he quickly realised was a mistake as his older friend pushed his tongue into his mouth. He started to pull away but the hand on his cheek slid around to his neck, holding him place. He knew he could easily break free of Harry's hold, but if he wasn't Spiderman his friend would be stronger. He didn't know how to get out of their position without drawing attention to his strength.

Harry pulled away slightly, just enough to speak, "Petey please. . .just this."

Peter looked at his friend, at his sad and needy and arousal filled expression. He knew how Harry felt. . .but the rich guy knew how he felt too, so it wouldn't hurt to just make out a little, right? To just be wanted for a little while. To just give Harry what he wanted for a while. To just forget about Wade for a while. Right?

He nodded, and smiled when Harry smiled widely before gently pulling off his glasses and crashing their lips together. He moaned into the kiss and clutched at Harry's shirt; pulling him down on top of him as he switched their position from a sitting to a laying one.

Harry ground down against his younger friend, smirking against his lips when he felt him moan. He loved the way his Petey hiked a leg over his hip and clung to his shirt. It had taken so long to get his friend like this, and for now he could pretend he was the only one Peter cared about. "Petey, say it for me." He muttered against the soft wet lips.

The younger jerked his leg, squeezing their bodies tighter together. Oh yeah, how could he forget. ". . .Harry. . ." He moaned out. His friend had a thing for him saying his name.

That was it, the rich guy was hard.

Thanks for reading!

I did read through it but there's probably still some mistakes, sorry.