I sat there motionless. Did I just hear Deadpools voice?

"Peter?"

What was he doing here in my apartment in the first place?

The curtains slide, and there he is; the infamous Deadpool standing right in front of me. He gets in the bathtub and squats in front of me.

"Bro, you alright?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said sympathetically.

"Come here handsome, lets talk about it." Deapool smiles. His smile gives me a slight warmth in my chest.

I look at him. I examine his entire body structure. His broad shoulders, thick biceps, how tight his clothes fit him. He just looked perfect. Wait, was I admiring a man? No, I couldn't do this. I love women. I couldn't possibly be gay.

"Deadpool… can you get out? Your getting very moist."

"Moist you say?" Deadpool grins. It's a grin I've never seen before. Something very dangerous.

"I feel awkward sitting here… naked…"

Deadpool immediately shots himself toward me and pins me down to the tub. He is on top of me.

"Peter, I can make you feel happy again. Why are you rejecting yourself?"

Holy shit, I can't move. I'm looking straight into Deapools eyes. The water, steaming, pours down like rain.

"Peter, boy, why can't you let go of what has happened? The past is done, and it can't be undone. Just let go." Deadpool slowly comes closer. I feel his six-pack at this point. I feel the heat between our bodies. The heat of a thousand campfires.

"Ngh…"

Deadpool kisses me and wraps his arms around me. He never lets go and continues kissing me. I begin to feel an erection, trying to hold it back. Why does it feel so good yet why does it pain my heart? It was too hard to resist and I stick my tongue out to aim for a French kiss. The kiss ignites a spark. It makes me feel again. I feel my senses but it isn't enough.

"I love you Peter. I don't want to lose you. I can make you feel again. Please stay with me," Deadpool groans.

I decide to strip Deadpool of his clothes. I keep the mask on because I feel like its sexier kissing a face I've never seen. It felt like the kiss of a Masquerade Ball.

Deadpool, not letting go of my mouth, and still kissing, moves one of his hands and slowly hovers it over between our bodies. He slowly unzips his fly. I take his belt off, still not letting go. He removes his pants, not releasing his lips. The kiss feels infinite, as if chemicals finally collided.

I remove the boxers.

He removes his shoes.

We still are not letting go of the French Kiss.

I rip his shirt.

He rips the rest. He pulls the both of us up to stand up. He is still hugging me and kissing me.

I decide to slowly remove my lips from his, and Deadpool does the same, and I hug him. I cry on his shoulders.

"Don't leave me, Deadpool. I…"

Deadpool gazes into my eyes. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

I look at him.

"I need you Deadpool."

Deadpool smiles happily. He kisses me one last time in the steaming water.

"I love you Peter Parker."

"I love you too Deadpool"

He slowly caresses his hands over my body, touching my chest. He then has his finger trail down my valley.

I begin to do the same, and I hug him again, never wanting to let go. I forget about everything. I forget Mary Jane. I'm doing what I feels best for me. All I want is us to stay like this forever.