Aww! You guys and your lovely comments! It really makes my day. Thanks! :) Ooh! I also did some editing of the last chapter. Nothing big, just fixing up little mistakes and a mispelled word or two. You guys though... I'm all giddy and bashful. ;) I'll keep the ooey-gooey and such to a minimum and let you continue reading right after this important disclaimer. ATTENTION I don't own these characters, or their comic franchises. If I did, this shit would be Canon. Could you imagine professionally illustrated Spideypool?

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After the incident in the shower, Deadpool had taken to wearing his mask around Peter less and less. He actually seemed oddly comfortable with Peter seeing his real face. Not that it really mattered to him. For Peter, the boy under his costume represented an entirely separate life; one he'd carefully molded and made sacrifices in order to keep indifferent to Spiderman. Peter Parker and Spiderman were two entirely different people. To Deadpool however, his masked-persona and the scarred face beneath were one and the same. In fact, he'd revealed his real name to Peter not too long after their anticipated morning sex the next day.

He'd been mask less yet again, dressed in nothing more than a simple T-shit and jeans while Peter opted to dawn the full uniform. Even if Deadpool was willing to show his face, Spiderman wasn't just yet. His identity still meant everything to him, and if this drive-by-sexing mercenary got ahold of it, there was no telling the consequences. That didn't stop the merc. from happily giving it all to Peter anyhow.

"Wade Wilson." Deadpool had proudly proclaimed while popping Eggos onto a plate.

"Pardon?"

"My name." he clarified, "It's Wade."

Peter frowned, accepting his microwaved breakfast, "Why are you telling me this?"

He shrugged, and pushed the some buttons on the dial, warming up his own blueberry waffles. "Dunno." he replied, "Just felt like it."

"...Because I've seen your face?" Peter asked, trying to sound as casual as he could manage.

"I guess?"

They ate in silence for a while after that. Not necessarily an awkward silence, mind you, but Peter had to keep himself from looking over at Wade as often as he would have liked, resolving to just pass him a few glances now and then. It was a peaceful silence, relaxed and comfortable. The two simply polished off their waffles and proceeded to clean up, even though Deadpool had made his opinion on cleaning rather clear. Maybe the apartment would be in better repair if he just took a moment to do a few dishes now and again.

Peter had just put away his plate when he hummed towards Deadpool sleepily. He hadn't exactly gotten to bed early the night before, and had woken up only to be drained of energy once again. "You have a coffee maker or something?" he questioned, poking around in the cupboards.

"There's a Starbucks down the street, why would I need one?" Deadpool huffed, lounging in his living room chair, about to start flipping through channels.

"Because normal people need coffee, and I don't exactly have a mercenary's allowance."

He smirked, "I have voices in my head. I'm not exactly normal, spidey-babe."

"Yeah, I got that." Peter mumbled, passing by the castle of pizza boxes again with a rather amused smirk, "What is this supposed to be anyway?"

Deadpool shifted his head so he could see what Peter was referring to before excitedly jumping from his chair, "My fortress!" he exclaimed, rushing up next to him, "Casa del-Pizza! Ya wanna help me finish it?"

"How old are you?" Peter chuckled, crossing his arms and shifting his weight onto one foot.

Deadpool clicked his tongue, "Now, now, you ought to know better than to ask a lady her age.~"

"You're no lady." Peter huffed, smirking as he started his way towards Wade's bedroom.

The merc. smirked and came up behind him, wrapping strong arms around his waist and giggling, "Why spidey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were headed towards my bedroom."

"I am." Peter replied, matter of factly.

Wade put on a flirty voice and raised his eyebrows, "And you call me sex crazy."

"You are. I'm going in there to sleep for a little while longer."

"You want some company?" Deadpool cooed, pulling them close together and pressing his naked cheek against Peter's masked one.

He ran a hand up Peter's torso, holding him gently by the hip and collar bone, effortlessly making the masked-hero melt against him. It felt good to be held. Those rough, tough arms warming him to the core, Wade's whispers in his ear, and gentle bites on his neck. Deadpool always managed to seduce him with moments like this. Even when he wanted nothing more than to sleep, his body fought to stay energized for whatever Wade had planned for it. He groaned, "Depends..."

"On?"

"If I actually get to sleep if you join me."

Wade smirked devilishly, "Depends."

Peter tried to hide the small, amused smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth, "On?"

"If you'll even want to sleep once I'm finished with you."

Peter let out a shudder as the scarred man suddenly bit into his neck, pulling the material of his mask up with his teeth. The mask never got higher than his nose, but left Deadpool with plenty of neck to work with. Once exposed, he began licking up to his earlobe, and giving it similar treatment. He groped, nibbled and sucked over everything he could touch, grinning with triumph when Peter started to give out in his arms. His head swayed to the side, offering Wade more, and his fingers traced over Wade's knuckles as those bumpy hands roamed over his suit. He wanted skin on skin. To feel Deadpool against his naked flesh again. He remembered the euphoric feeling of it all, the differentiating textures, the messaging comfort, and he groaned.

From behind him, Peter heard a faint chuckle. The mercenary's arms dipped behind his knees, and lifted with ease, causing Peter to yelp in surprise before huffing with amusement. Deadpool was carrying him bridal style into the bedroom, mouth still preoccupied with nibbling on his earlobe. "You know I'm not a girl, right?"

"Yes, web-head. I've seen your dick." he deadpanned, "Plus the lack of grade-A boobies."

Peter tittered at the man's antics, coming back to questioning why he carried on with such a guy. This insane, child-like man. Of course he knew. It was for the mind blowing sex. It was because he could always count on Deadpool showing up when he was horny. It was actually almost creepy how just often he managed to show up just as Peter was thinking about him. Maybe Deadpool was actually a stalker.

His accusations were put to a pause when he was dumped onto Deadpool's bed, suddenly thankful he'd insisted on changing the dirty sheets after their (rather messy) morning sex. Deadpool practically ripped his shirt over his head, and crawled over the mattress, looming over the hero and smirking down with sinful eyes. Peter wasted no time sitting up and stripping off the top half of his suit while Wade shimmied the bottom half down his legs, laughing out loud, "Why SPIDEY, going commando? And here I always thought you were such a good boy."

He huffed, "What was the point if you were just going to take them off anyway?"

"Oooh, I love it when you talk dirty." Wade praised, laying over the boy and looping scarred arms under his back. He continued on Peter's neck, reaching the points he knew made Peter moan and biting down hard, but not enough to break skin.

Spidey wasn't into the blood play, not that they hadn't experimented. Wade was into it all. As long as sex was somewhere in the mix, he might proudly pounding into a three cheese slice of lasagna. A loud gasp left his lips as Peter fisted the sheets behind his head, legs curling up, instinctively wanting to wrap around the mercenary's hips. A shiver ran down his spine when those dastardly lips shifted from his neck to his chest, drawing a perky bud in between his lips and pressing around it roughly.

Sex with Spiderman was the best though. The way the (obviously younger) boy would writhe and squirm in his hold, or when he tried to think of something witty to say, but it always came out as incoherent mumbles and groans. It was so hot. He pulled his hands out from behind the spider's back, quickly working at unbuttoning his jeans as he listened to him whine. He bit just a little harder on his nipple.

Peter groaned loudly and complained, "Hurry it up..."

"Impatient spidey?" Wade smirked, finally managing to get the zipper down.

"Yes." he deadpanned, "Please..."

Hearing him beg was too much, Wade didn't even bother slipping out of his pants before pushing into that luscious ass. It was a little hard without any proper preparation, but it went in nevertheless. It was probably thanks to all the sex they'd been having recently. Four times within a 24 hour span was surely some kind of record... But he was so damn tight, and moaning as if he was in heat. Deadpool suddenly lost thought of anything else. All that mattered at that moment was pounding him into next year.

He started slow, kissing under the boy's jaw and groaning into the shell of his ear, but as the speed of his thrusts began to quicken, his movements became bolder. He slipped his arms under spidey's back, gripping him by the shoulders and clamping his teeth over the boy's collar bone in time to hear him damn near scream.

As Peter wrapped his arms tightly around the scarred man's neck, he tried to focus on the feeling of that skin. The rough muscles scratching against him, grazing his nipples and massaging his leaking erection. He was so over stimulated, that with Deadpool's rough, possessive bite on his skin, he started crying, "D-Dead-pool!"

"Wade!" the mercenary ordered, "Say my name!"

Peter's nails dug into Wade's back as the merc thrust roughly into him, slamming into that wonderful little patch of his insides over and over, "Ahn!~ Wade!"

"Damn it! Wed-head!" Wade cursed.

And then it was over. Deadpool gave a final thrust, and came hard right against Peter's prostate, sending the boy into ultimate bliss as he himself, shot sticky webs all over their chests. Wade let his head rest against Peter as they tried to catch their breath. "I need it..." Wade huffed.

Peter hummed lazily, running a hand over Deadpool's bald head, "Mmm... what?"

"Your name." he replied, "I need it."

Peter opened his eyes then, staring down at Wade as he remained motionless, just breathing heavily. "Why?"

"I want to say it." he answered, "I want to call for you when I cum."

"Jesus, Wade." he huffed , slinging an arm over his eyes, "You can't just say things like that."

"I can if they work."

Peter groaned, pulling his arm away and trying to look at Wade's face, maybe get a read on the situation. He wanted Peter's name so he'd have something to say when they had sex. That was... grossly sweet for an insane mercenary. "I dunno." he offered, dropping his hand from Wade's head.

Wade hummed and pressed his face further into Peter's chest, "I get it."

"Wade..."

The mercenary pushed away casually, rolling off the bed and standing, in his full nakedness, "I'm gonna take a shower. We smell like sex." he announced, leaving with not so much as a glance Peter's way.

When the door shut, Peter cursed and slammed a fist into the mattress, "Damn it, Deadpool."