The next morning Wade woke up to warmth, but not the same fluffy round heater he was used to. Curiously Wade peeked one eye open and found familiar brown hair, though a lot more of it, like a full head of it in fact, with two pointed tops.

Wade's entire body jolted, at least as best it could under the very naked body of a man who awoke at the jostle. The unknown man took a moment to rub his cheek into Wade's chest and stretch before looking up at the mercenary with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning." He greeted.

"Uuuuuuu... hey, morning," Wade replied awkwardly.

He knew he was bad at cooking but how did he accidentally drug himself, he shouldn't even be able to do that with his healing factor.

"Soooooo..." And then Wade shoved the man off of him and stood quickly, readying himself for a possible attack. The stranger stood up just as fast though he was more alert and fearful then feral.

"Why did you do that?" The man asked as if having never expected such a reaction.

"Because, even though you are..." Wade paused to look over the stranger's naked body. The first thing to note where the pair of cat ears and thin brown tail that must be some sort of expensive robotics because they moved fluidly. The man was pale and thin, but he had some muscles on him, especially his legs that Wade wouldn't mind finding himself between if the situation was different. "delicious, I'm not very comfortable with people coming in uninvited."

"Uninvited?" The man repeated as his ears flicked and his head tilted slightly. "You brought me here."

"I haven't brought anyone home in almost a year." Wade emitted which when said out loud sounded very sad but in reality was 50 percent his choosing, and 50 percent his face but never the less.

"Yes, I know." The man said with a smile which he attempted to hide. "I remember that night. I had only been with you a little over a week and when you brought some woman home. I started causing so much trouble... and because of that, she told you to throw me out. Then you threw her out." His cheeks pinkened, and his thin brown tail began to wave happily.

"You know about that?"

"Of course I know about that, I was the one who kept squeezing in between you guys and who, maybe... peed in her shoes." Wade couldn't hold back a snort at the memory of the woman's face when she put her heels back on, and they were wet, but he tried to re-focus.

"Yes, Peter did that." He said, putting emphasis on the noun.

"I am Peter." Okay, this was getting very annoying, and the concern for his baby boy was reaching dangerous levels. Where was his kitty cat? What had this man done to make Peter, a usually very territorial and protective partner, disappear without alerting Wade is some way.

"Look, whoever you are, I just want my cat back and for you to leave." This seemed to hurt the man but why should Wade care?

"I am your cat."

"No your not! You're some dude, and though I appreciate your nakedness, I want Peter back." Wade declare but almost regretted it when the man's face went from hurt to utterly devastate, water forming in the corners of his big brown eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry, but I can't do that." The man apologized as he hung his head. The first thing to come to Wade was mass anger and worry, ready to beat this stranger down for harming his precious friend. He stopped, however, when slowly and almost inhumanly the man smoothly sunk to the floor, his cat ears flopping down flat atop his head.

Wade stood stunned for a long moment, staring down at the man who began to cry, only confusing the mercenary more. Why would a stranger break into his home, do something to his cat, and then look so devastated by Wade's denial? There was no way; it can't be...

"Peter?" The man raised his head, eyes still dripping. "No fucking way." Wade quickly crawled onto his bed and took a seat, cross-legged. He leaned towards the man who stared up at him silently; expression still hurts but hopeful.

It was so crazy and out of nowhere that Wade started to laugh. It happened, he snapped, but this is amazing.

Without seeking consent, Wade took a pointy ear in each hand and tugged on them, expecting them to slip off but was amazed when they didn't. Instead, they felt warm and soft, just like Peters but doubled in size.

"Holy shit, this is so cool!" Wade practically squealed as he ran his fingers through Peter's hair, attempting to find a crease. When he couldn't find where fake ears ended and a real head started, he began to play and experiment. Bending them, pulling them, rubbing them, and simply enjoying the feel of double sized cat ears, though he used the same gentelness he always used for his feline.

Peter didn't move or say a word, he simply enjoyed Wade's good mood, preferring it much more to the initial rejection he was given. Eventually, the brunette couldn't help but begin to purr and lean into the older man's hands like he always did.

"What the hell is going on?" Wade finally asked though he did not release Peters' ears.

"Well..." Peter started, momentarily considering how he should explain all this. "when I blew out my candle-"

"You mean when you swatted at it." Wade quickly corrected, a smile coming to his lips at the recent memory.

"Cats don't have a lot of breath okay. And I can actually thank you now for the cupcake, and everything else you made for me. Your a lot better cook than you think you are." Peter said with such a big smile it was as if he had received the compliment himself.

"You're welcome... I guess." Wade said with a return smile, though it was more awkward and confusing. It was nice to know that his food was actual good and not eaten just because that was the only thing available, but the implication that this man was eating his food the whole time was still something Wade was trying to wrap his head around. "Anyway, so you what, made a wish and bam, your human?"

"Well it's more complicated than that but basically yes. I wished I could do more for you and this is what was offered to me."

"So, you agreed to change species just to help me do the dishes?" Honestly, Wade wasn't complaining, even with the situation being so odd, but it seemed like a bit of a drastic decision.

"Not just chores around the house. I was thinking more like having proper conversations, helping you when you're in pain, assisting you with... other such things." Peter explained, rightfully deciding that it might not be best to bring up the fact that he was interested in 'relieving Wade's stress'. He could still remember those times he sat outside his friends rarely locked room and could hear those noises he kind of liked but kind of felt weird about.

"So what now, you're going to walk around calling me master or something?" Wade asked, not realizing where the brunette's mind had drifted. Instead, his eye quickly caught the brunette's tail that wriggled behind Peter against the floor and soon got lost in its moments.

"Master? I mean I guess I could but I never really saw you as my owner or anything like that. I always felt we were more like-" Peter started with a shy smile though he quickly realized that Wade's attention was mostly focused on the tail flopping behind him leisurely. "Wade?"

"Hmm?" The mercenary hummed back, finally tearing his curious gaze away to look at the brunettes nervous expression.

"Do you see me as your possession?" Peter asked despite knowing the answer from yesterday, but it still felt nice to get confirmation now that he could ask for it.

"Oh ya, totally," Wade said with a cocky grin, offsetting Peter's shocked and hurt expression. Before the brunette could ask any questions, Wade burst into laughter. "This is such a fuckin trippy dream." He said to himself, acting as if he was highly intoxicated and having the time of his life.

"This… isn't a dream." Peter pointed out, quickly thinking up ways to prove this was really happening.

"Dream, hallucination, whatever." Wade brushed off, reaching out and patting the brunette a bit rougher than he ever would pat his actual cat. "Good pussy." Peter's ears suddenly perked at the name, and suddenly he nipped at the mercenary's hand with just enough force for it to hurt. Wade jerked his hand back, cursing under his breath as he inspected the indents the part felines inhumanly sharp teeth had left.

After the pain had faded, the realization hit. The mercenary stood from the bed and took a couple of steps back; eye's widening in a horrified manner.

"Yo- you know I don't like being called a pussy." Peter stammered a bit, not expecting such a scared reaction. Confusion, definitely. Best-case scenario, happy. Scared, a definite bad sign. "S-sorry." The part feline practically whispered, unsure of what he could say to make things better.

"It's uhmm, you know it's early? Having this all thrown at me after just waking up, my brains not all here yet." He joked half-heartedly, knocking his fist against his head in emphasis. "Let's have some breakfast while I try to wrap my brain around all this okay?" He offered in a chipper tone, but it was evident in his expression that he still wasn't too certain about the situation.

The move to the kitchen was awkward, to say the least, their usual routine being thrown out of whack thanks to Peter's new form. It quickly became evident that even though Peter now took on a mostly human body, his mind still held some impulses from being a feline. He stopped at the bedroom door and waited for Wade to open it before slipping through. He attempted to jump up on the kitchen counter, then quickly realized that he wouldn't fit like he was used to so settled for sitting on the edge out of the mercenary's way. The most problematic, however, for Wade at least, was that Peter felt no need to cover himself with clothing or even his hands, finding being completely naked the most comfortable, though a bit colder than usual.

It wasn't that Wade had a problem with naked people, hell, having such a fine man sitting casually in his presence in the nude was a lovely deviation from the norm. The problem came with the knowledge that this man was his cat, his best friend that saw sitting on the kitchen counter showing off his junk as something he had casually been doing the past year. Wade had never stared at his cat with lust so doing it now felt so wrong, and yet he couldn't help his eyes from wandering back to Peter every so often.

Despite his conflicting emotions, which his body did not take into consideration as evident by his slowly growing erection, the mercenary tried to focus on cooking them a meal. One thing he could be thankful for was the fact that some things in the routine could stay the same seeing as Wade often treated Peter like a human. He never gave Peter cat food, he simply made a little extra of his food and handed it over to the feline so this wasn't much different, only quantities had to be enlarged.

"How hungry are you?" He asked, mostly to start a conversation to pull them out of this awkward silence. Sure, he could sit in silence with his cat and best friend but neglect the mostly human being sitting beside him felt rude. "Is your stomach the same size or should I make you one of my portions?"

"Oh god no. Even as a cat I know you eat way more than you should." Peter said with a, all be it awkward, chuckle, as if not sure he should be saying what he was.

"Hey, I'm still a growing boy." Wade joked, thankfully taking it lightheartedly.

"Mentally yes, physically not quite." Wade burst out laughing, and Peter couldn't help but feel pride in his words. As Wade tried to make sure their food didn't burn through his laughter, Peter thought to himself that even if he couldn't get what he had hoped, changing would all be worth it if he could keep making Wade smile like this.


I told you they would get longer. ^^

Fun fact, when I first wrote this, I had Peter confess his feelings here.