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OTP Prompt: They are making out on the couch but then one of them accidentally rolls off and the other one is frantically asking if they are okay.

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"Petey! I'm home!"

Pete wasted no time in flinging himself off the couch into his boyfriend.

"Hey now, what's up?"

Pete just held him tight, arms wrapped around his neck and breathed in his scent. Wade always smelled faintly of gunpowder and smoke, but among that, something minty and something distinctly predator.

He always smelled like home.

"I missed you,"

Wade sighed, wrapping his arms around the younger boys waist. He nudged his nose into Peters hair, smiling softly, because damn, how did I ever get this lucky?

"I missed you too Beautiful,"

"Shut up,"

He grinned as he pushed Wade away playfully and gently. He then frowned up at the larger man, crossing his arms over his lanky frame. Wade frowned too, stepping closer and holding the lower halves of their bodies together.

"You said four days,"

"The Guy gave me faulty details,"

Peter raised an eyebrow. Wade sighed letting go. He was still dressed in his mercenary gear, katanas strapped to his back, all of his guns still attached. And that's when Peter notices the sleeve that wasn't connected to the rest of the suit. Neither was both the pant legs. Or the fact that majority of it looks singed, like it was lit on fire.

Or the hole right above his heart.

Peter looks at him and he can feel his eyes filling with tears. A hand goes to his mouth and he turns around,

"You said Wade, you said you would be careful,"

Wade huffed, coming up behind him and going to rest his hands on Peters waist. Peter shrugged out of his grasp, missing the sad pout he got in return.

"I'm trying Petey,"

"Are you?"

He says angrily as he turns around. Wade looks down. His shoulders are slumped, his face in a frown, an arm over his chest, rubbing his other arm gently. Peter sighed and told himself to get it together and to calm down.

Wade doesn't like yelling. It makes him panic.

"Take off your mask, I haven't seen you in three weeks,"

Wade shook his head sadly and slightly distressed. Peter frowned.

"I. . . I haven't completely healed yet. . ."

He trailed off. Peter felt his eyebrows knit together and he placed his hands on either side of the Mercenary's face. Wade winced slightly, a small whimper escaping his mouth.

Peter didn't ask his permission and Wade didn't protest. Peter carefully pulled off his mask.

And he felt sick at the sight before him.

He was missing an eyelid, majority of the flesh around his jaw burned off, exposing the burned bone underneath.

The iris of the eye with the missing eyelid was currently a black-purple colour; the other eye swollen to ugly colours of black and blue.

There were several new scars, one slice across his neck, a new bullet wound in the side of his bald head.

He had what looked pus pouring out of his missing ear.

He was missing his bottom lip and several of his teeth.

"Oh Wade,"

Wade just smiled sadly, wincing slightly at the action.

"What happened?"

Wade sighed as Peter watched his eyelid steadily grow back, his iris turning back to it's pretty blue colour and his other eye's swelling go down rapidly.

"He said there would be eight men. Turns out there were actually a few dozen, trained in the art of ninjutsu and taekwondo. And of course it was a trap. The guy that asked me to kill the people, was actually the guy behind the whole mission,"

Peter stared at him in disbelief.

"Apparently, he knew that I am dating 'Spiderman' and they tried to get me to give up your identity. So they could kill you,"

"How long?"

"What do you mean?"

Peter stared at him, watching in mild fascination as the skin rebuilt itself around Wades jaw bone.

"When did they catch you?"

Wade sighed and mumbled something.

"Wade,"

He insisted in a warning tone. Wade frowned slightly and muttered,

"Don't be mad, Day two,"

Peter couldn't contain his anger. He began pacing the room angrily.

"Why didn't you just get out? Why did you stay there for three whole weeks!?"

"It's not that simple, Petey,"

"What do you mean it's not that simple! I've seen you dismember three people in one slice of your katana! I've seen you shoot four people with one bullet!"

He huffed angrily, turning to face the Merc With A Mouth, whose face was almost completely healed.

He wiped off some of the dead skin around his newly growing ear.

"They put a tracker in me. Then strapped me down to a table, in a lab. Then they would ask me where you were and I would either live up to my name, or I would glare. If I responded with a smart ass comment, they would un-anyway. If I had of escaped Petey, they would have tracked me back to you. And, I can't have you hurt, because of me,"

Peter was silent as he looked at the cold look on his boyfriends face. Of course, it wasn't directed at him, it was directed at himself.

Peter walked over and placed an arm around the older mans waist, another on his neck, forcing him to look at him.

"Wade, I could've handled them. You don't always need to protect me,"

He looked up and began shaking his head furiously.

"But that's my job. If I can't protect you, then what good of a boyfriend am I? Really, that's kind of the only thing I offer. I'm not smart, or charismatic, or good looking. Plus I am quite contrary. Old definition, obviously. Not to mention dependent, clingy, inadequate, insecure, expendable, insane. I am also such a feist, with a dash of despondency and-"

"Okay, no more big words. Just promise me, you will be more careful,"

He looked away, saying nothing.

Peter sighed and wrapped both arms around his waist, nuzzling his nose against the older mans neck.

"Please?"

He pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his boyfriends jaw, earning him a quiet sigh. Still, Wade said nothing. So Peter placed another. And another. And another. Slowly making his way down his neck and then back up.

"Please?"

He breathed, trying to ignore how happy and relieved he felt and how much he just wanted to kiss Wade and love him, but he had to promise this first.

Wade still didn't say anything.

Grinning against Wades neck he continued his kissing, sucking on the corner of his jaw, earning a moan from Wade, as he tipped his head back.

"Come on Wade. All you gotta do is say two, measly little words,"

Wade shook his head, eyes closed. So Peter continued his track up his boyfriends neck, getting Wades earlobe in his teeth and tugging on it gently. Wade moaned,

"Okay, you cheater,"

"Okay what?"

Peter replied cheekily, biting his earlobe softly, before sucking on the soft, scarred skin behind his ears. Wade growled.

Damn, that was hot.

"I promise,"

"Good boy,"

Suddenly Peter was thrown against the wall by a smirking Mercenary. Peter grinned back up at him as Wade leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss.

It's sweet and lazy, just enjoying each other's company. It had been so long, Wade still winced every once in a while when Peter would press something that was still healing, but then they would giggle and bump noses; giggle some more.

Thing soon became more heated. Wade looked into Peters doe brown eyes, with his piercing blue eyes. Or, eye. The other one was still a faint purple.

Wade grabs Peter's wrists, holding them above his head with one hand, the other slowly making its way down Peters side.

They are flush against each other, chests against chests, stomachs against stomachs, thighs against thighs. Wades hand travels slowly getting dangerously close to Peters crotch.

He stops, placing his hand on the baggy t-shirt and slowly grabs it, pulling it up and over his head.

Wades t-shirt.

Peter was wearing Wades t-shirt.

Wade presses his hands above his head and begins kissing him roughly. Peter moans into the kiss and tries to free his hands.

"Nun uh, Baby Boy,"

Peter whines and goes to say something, before he is being kissed again, hands all over him, up his sides, down his chest, across his stomach.

And suddenly a hand is at his crotch, palming him through the tight jeans he has on. Peter throws his head back against the wall with a moan, and Wade begins kissing down his neck, sucking on his collarbone and pressing kisses everywhere.

"Missed you so much Petey,"

Peter grinned lazily as Wade put both of his hands onto either thigh, encouraging Peter to jump up.

Peter wraps his legs around the older man, using his hands to feel over the tense muscles under all the spandex.

Peter wraps an arm around Wades neck and leans in to start kissing him softly. Wade slows down and starts walking toward the couch, falling backwards gently. Peters hand immediately finds the bottom of Wades spandex shirt, as he tugs, trying to get the hint across to Wade.

He smiles happily, tugging his shirt off and leaning back up to kiss the other softly.

He had missed this.

Had missed coming home and kissing Peter senseless and being kissed senseless himself.

He had missed running his fingers through Peters hair, hearing the younger boy moan his name. Among the others excessive cussing, that Captain America would be absolutely appalled by.

Wade had missed being held in his Baby Boy's lanky arms.

Smelling his sweet shampoo, that smelled of honey, the scent of the strawberry gum he chewed on almost constantly. And of course the weird scent of coffee and lavender.

They were kissing, things getting more heated, when suddenly Peter pulled on Wades hips, rolling them both over the couch onto the floor.

They landed with a thump and a surprised biting of lips. Wade sat up quickly, immediately cooing over the boy that was now under him,

"Petey? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Wade-"

Wade starts feeling behind his head.

"Are you sure? No bumps? No bruises? No concussion?"

"Wade!"

Peter shouts giggling. Wade frowned before shouting dramatically,

"Oh my god I broke Peter!"

Peter continues to giggle and Wade is seriously getting worried.

"Peter? Are you sure you're okay? You're laughing and I'm worried, you hit your head and-"

"-You're such a dork-"

"-Now-Wait, what?"

Peter reached up and placed a kiss on his nose, silencing him.

"I actually broke you,"

Peter laughs loudly as Wade grins down at him, cradling his head, a hand on his bare chest. Wade smiled before whispering gently,

"I love you,"

Peter giggled some more before reaching up and pulling the scarred mans face closer to his.

He bumped their noses together before whispering back.