Deadpool's POV:

Wade stood outside the bathroom door for a moment heart hammering, with his fingers gently touching his lips. The front door had a few knocks, so he walked over and peered through the hole, seeing pizza he grabbed his money off the table and opened the door, pizza guy looked terrified, but accepted the money and left. Placing the pizza on the counter he noticed Peter was still in the restroom, he took a moment to sit down and breathe, he felt his neck and noticed the tender spots, seeing in a mirror that he had bite marks and hickies on both sides.

He watched as his skin slowly changed back to normal colors, his regen working as usual. He turned to see the cut where the dart had been pulled off was gone too. His body covering up any signs of use, other than all of his scaring he grimaced as he heard the bathroom door open and seeing Peter wearing the Deadpool pj pants he'd left for him. He scratched the back of his head then sat down at the counter next to Wade. They sat there awkwardly for a moment before Wade smiled "Pizza's here, I got pepperoni since I figured you wouldn't count that as weird toppings." he handed a quiet Peter a slice, and grabbed himself one. Peter ate in silence for a moment before saying a mumbled "Thank you." avoiding eye contact.

Wade finished his slice in silence before saying "Come on, it's bedtime. I'll still sleep on the couch if you want". He got up to quietly walk away when Peter grabbed his wrist, gently, but looking up at Wade silently. He swallowed and said "You don't have to." Wade's breath hitched, it was like Peter had completely deflated, losing any of the dominant personality Wade was used too, like he'd been drained dry. Wade nodded and grabbed Peter's hand that was still clutching his wrist. "I'll go set up the bed then." Peter nodded and released his hold on Wade's wrist.

Entering the room Wade glanced back through the door at Peter who was sitting quietly staring at the floor, still eating his first slice. What happened? [Y: I bet he just realized how ugly you are, but he's too nice to make you sleep on the couch.] [W: Or maybe he just noticed he just had a one night stand with Deadpool who is known for not being the best at not getting things blown up.] Wade sighed "It looks like somethings on his mind, but how do we know it has to do with me? He mentioned not wanting to move, maybe it's about his house... Alright I don't even believe that..."

He slowly felt less hopeful, as he moved the pillows to be more spread out, and made sure there weren't any discarded articles of clothes on the bed, finding his cellphone he checked for any messages seeing the words "We will be watching over the targets vitals, if he is not dead in the next two days, that guy you met in the market will be our next target."

Wade stood there frozen "Spidey's next? I won't allow that."

Wade shook his head and looked up seeing that Peter had entered the room asking "Next?" he looking at Wade as he took a seaton the end of the bed.

Wade sighed hearing the boxes [Y: Ooooh he's gonna kill you if he finds out.] [W: He might be able to get us out of this predicament if he knew the truth.] Wade mumbled "Shut up, we're telling him the truth." he spoke up as he continued "That guy Tom Shmee, he was my target. I was hired to take him out, make it look like an accident, then I ran into you, and there was a mugger that got him first. Catching that mugger doesn't bode well with my employers so they have you on a watch list if Tom isn't dead in couple of days. Threatening the 'stranger' I met in a grocery store simply cause little Peter Parker couldn't let a stranger bleed out on his way home."

Peter listened intently then yawned, pulling out his cellphone sent a quick text. Then flopped down onto the bed he took in a deep breath then stared at the ceiling for a moment before releasing it. "Bed time..." he mumbled pulling the covers onto him, Wade got up and turned the light off, closed the door, then laid down pulling the covers onto himself. Through the dim light he looked at Peter trying to concentrate on his face.

Wade whispered "Are you okay?" Peter's eyes opened, he looked like he was tearing up, he quietly shook his head. Wade moved a hand up and cupped Peter's cheek, tucking stray hairs behind his ear. Peter's hand flew up and caught Wade's hand, finger still tucking hair. A few tears left Peter's eyes and he whispered shuddering "I can't do this. Not again." Wade's 'eyebrows' creased together and he asked "Again?"

Peter sighed "I can't lose someone again, I can't do this." Wade rolled on top of Peter pinning him to the bed "I have known you as Spiderman for years, I have only ever dreamed of an opportunity like this, to show you how I've felt. I've joked and teased you, hinting, and not so subtle blatant invitations. If I can have just this one night with you, and you don't want something between us that's fine... But I will wait, and I will keep to myself until you want me back. I have never had someone this comfortable around me without the suit on, so when you asked if I had tried to make a life outside the suit how could I? When everyone sees a disfigured monster? I am Deadpool, I am the costume, because who else could I be? But tonight with you, I've been Wade, I've been me without the mask, without worry that you must see a monster, you must see nothing but scars, so when you say you can't lose someone, just keep in mind you can't lose me."

Peter stared up at him quietly his tears still leaving the corners of his eyes, he nodded slowly, as if moving could break him, he tentatively brought his hands to rest on Wade's sides, Peter tilted his chin up a little, and Wade gently put their lips together. Shaking he pulled back then moved upwards and kissed Peter's forehead, then he moved to almost sitting back, grabbed Peter's hands from his sides and leaned forward again, holding Peter's hands against the bed above his head, he kissed Peter gently licking his bottom lip, then slowly moved to rest his body against the one below him. Peter's legs opened and wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Their kisses where gentle but becoming more firm, and Peter had started to whimper gently, as Wade had started rubbing their crotches together through the pajama pants they were wearing.

Wade let go of Peter's left hand, moving to pull their pants down, he managed to get his pants to his knees, but Peter's wouldn't work at this angle, so he kissed Peter again before releasing his other hand, he pulled his own pants off the rest of the way, tossing them aside, Peter had gotten his to his knees, Wade grabbed them and tossed them aside. Grabbing Peter's hands again he leaned forward and went back to kissing, he suckled at Peter's bottom lip gently before releasing it to lick gently asking for entrance, Peter slowly let his own tongue out and gently licked Wade's lip, their tongues danced together, as Wade gently pushed them together again, their unclothed cocks now free to rub directly against one another. Peter's legs wrapped around Wades hips again, Wade pulled back a little and kissed down Peter's cheeks, still covered in drying tears, Peter whimpered again, and Wade continued his journey kissing and licking at Peter's neck moving down to his collarbone, he stopped and sucked on Peter's skin there, still rocking his hips against Peter's.

A slow gentle pace wasn't Wade's usual, but he cared about Peter, he'd done his best to stay quiet and keep a friendship while showing interest, he was done, he wanted this. After leaving a mark on Peter's collarbone he moved back up to claim whimpering lips, this time passion ignited him and he released Peter's hands moving to lift him sitting up with Peter still wrapped around his waist, he took Peter's hands and placed them against his chest where his heart was beating away a frantic pace. Peter's fingers gently dug in, Wade's hands moved to grip his waist, then lifted Peter and placed his hand between them, collecting precum from both of their cocks, slicked his finger and moved it to prodding at Peter's hole. Gently making small circles inside the rim, stretching him, loosening the muscles.

Peter whimpered through the kisses and Wade murmured "You can stop me any time." Peter shook his head a silent 'no.' Wade's finger entered slowly but easier than Peter's had earlier. Kissing away the new tears on Peter's cheeks, he smiled "Peter please don't cry, you won't lose me." He pulled his finger out and lifted Peter using his now free hand to angle his cock towards Peter, he paused in movement and asked Peter "Do you want me to continue?" Peter rubbed his tears away then nodded a hushed voice escaping him "Continue... Wade..."

Wade swallowed and nodded, slowly sinking into Peter, kissing at Peter's cheeks again, before capturing his lips. A gentle kiss that only lasted a moment as his cock filled Peter. Letting out a quiet moan Peter rocked forward against Wade, and wrapped his arms around him, dragging his nails along Wade's back.

Wade lifted Peter by his hips, causing him to whimper again, before slowly hilting in him. Wade kissed at Peter's neck before moving back down to his collar bone, to leave a new mark. Peter moaned as he was lifted again, before sliding back down. It was slow, a gentle but constant motion. It took quite a bit of effort for Wade to keep a calm pace. He moved his hands to grip Peter's thighs, causing a new moan, and whimper. Making Wade want nothing more but to pound into him and cause Peter to forget all words but his name and that delicious sound. [Y: sounds don't have a taste. Though if they did I bet that one taste like a s'more.] [W: Or a fine brandy, it's got a good ring to it.] Wade muttered "I hate you both."

Peter's eyes opened "Who?" he asked distractedly. [Y: Oh are we ruining the moment?] [W: My apologize were we not invited?] Wade sighed "It's nothing. I'll explain later." Wade readjusted and slid back in this time Peter made a slightly choked whimper I found someone G-spot. Spideys G-spot... If I am dreaming I am murdering the first thing I see when I wake up if it's not a naked spiderman. He pulled back and aimed for that same spot, Peter made the same whimper followed by a moan and his fingers digging into Wade's back. Hm, he doesn't restrain his strength quiet so well when I do that, I might lose my spine, but this is so gonna be worth it.

Wade stood up and lifted Peter, rotating he laid Peter down on the edge of the bed. Still deep inside him, he adjusted for a moment while kissing Peter's neck, then pulled back almost completely out before aligning with where he believed it was, then sliding back in slowly. Peter's grip tightened and his moan broke past his whimpers, his legs shook, but he kept them wrapped around Wade's waist. Wade pulled back again then pushed forward a little faster this time, dragging along Peter's G-spot rather than smashing into it like he badly wanted to. Wade bit his own lip, with Peter's nails digging into his back, Peter was gasping when he wasn't moaning.

Wade pulled back again this time he entered at a normal pace, pushing his way in, still dragging across the spot but with more pressure directly on it. Wade snaked a hand up Peter's thigh to his cock, precum actively dripping, Wade circled the tip with his thumb, the rest of his fingers lightly wrapping around the shaft. Peter's moans became gentle pleads "Wade.. Ah.. Harder.. Please..." so gentle, and his body was trembling Not so dominant on the receiving end. Perfect little switch, me likey. Wade pulled back this time he paused and moved from kissing at Peter's neck to gently biting. He pushed in hard, causing Peter to gasp, there was a sound from Wade's back, that said Peter had broken something but still being able to move Wade ignored it. Peter tried to apologize only to be met with another hard thrust Wade realized that was his shoulder blade Peter was gripping. On the plus side I can move without those, on other plus side, the skin is still in tact so we aren't sleeping in a pool of blood tonight. Yet... He thrust harder and Peter's legs became tight on his hips, still able to move he forced his way back out to thrust in again.

Peter's body trembled, as his moans started to break off into gasp and half formed apologies, Wade claimed his lips only to have Peter bite down and make a new cut in his bottom lip. Wade ignored the new cut as well, setting a faster pace with his tip hitting the dragging back along Peter's G-spot. After a while Peter's stopped making tangible sounds other than high pitched moans and broken whimpers. His body froze up and his hold tightened, forcing Wade to stay still for a moment. Peter's mouth was gaped open in a silent scream as his body convulsed and he came. Wade kissed at Peter's neck waiting for him to loosen his grip, the moment he could move again he thrust in a few more times causing Peter to grip him each time and make the same silently pleading scream, Peter's body was spent but he still hit orgasm, not producing anymore cum, but his body convulsed and he broke Wade's shoulder bone again, this time Wade had reached his limit, he cried out "Peeeteerrr!" as his body let out the orgasm he'd been holding back.

Spent they stayed there quietly, with both of them panting. Wade slowly got up holding Peter still wrapped around him, he sat down on the bed and laid back, moving Peter's legs to rest on either side of him, Peter's fingers slowly let go of Wade's crushed shoulder blades. Feeling them he said "I'm sorry, I didn't have any control over my hands... I... I broke your bones... and your lip is bleeding..." Wade moved his tongue to lick his lip, finding quite the split in it he shrugged the best he could and said "It's fine, you didn't break the skin on my back much so there isn't gonna be a bunch of blood on the bad, my shoulders will be healed by the time we wake up. He glanced at a clock and sighed "Are you busy tomorrow?" Peter thought for a moment "No tomorrows my day off. Why do you ask?" His head turned to see the clock with a disheartened "Oh...Goodbye good sleep schedule..." Peter slowly lifted himself up removing himself from Wade's cock with a sigh.

He got up and quietly went to the restroom leaving Wade by himself. "I would say his voice would taste like rich dark chocolate with a hint of vanilla. Thick but sweet." [W: I could see that.] [Y: We could put that in a s'more, so I'm technically right.] "Technicalities don't count." [Y: Says who? And it's not like we placed bets.] "We didn't place bets, true, but we can't exactly taste his voice either, so we'll never know if those sounds he made taste the way we think they should. Besides, who needs to taste his words when we can lick his body?"

Peter cleared his throat in the doorway, Wade looked up "How long were you there?"

Peter smirked "I can hear throughout your whole apartment, you think wouldn't notice that from the bathroom? I've only been standing here a moment, but I heard the whole thing, or at least your side of that. Who are you talking to? You say them, and we all the time."

Wade sighed and patted the spot on the bed next to where he was lying, Peter sat down for a moment then leaned forward and kissed Wade's cheek, Wade grabbed the back of Peter's head and held him close to his face for a moment before leaning in and kissing him just a brief peck before he laid back again. Peter got under the blankets and pulled them up on both of them. He heard a loud sound as Wade's shoulder blades cracked back into place, still broken, but mending. Peter frowned "Sor-"

Wade shook his head "Don't apologize, I noticed you didn't have as much control when I found your G-spot, I already realized I could lose my spine to what I wanted to do. So don't apologize, don't feel sorry for even a moment, my shoulders will heal."

Peter nodded and laid down, waited a moment then decided on cuddling. He wrapped his arm over Wade's chest placing his hand on Wade's heart, then wrapped his leg over Wade's. Wade moved his right hand up to hold onto Peter's hand, and adjusted his left arm to wrap around Peter to hold him tight. Wade sighed "I talk to 'boxes' they're just text I can see. Words in my head. I hate them. One time they had bodies, it's in my comics, it was a bad day. Anyway just ignore it. Also you're voice would be delicious if it had a flavor. My vote is dark chocolate with a hint of vanilla, Yellow says it's s'more, and White says its a brandy. Either way I want to hear it again."

Peter was bright red in his cheeks, his voice a little high "That could be arranged..." he cleared his throat "But it's like 7:30 in the morning, so go to sleep."

Spiderman's POV:

Peter flopped his head down on Wade's chest, and kept his breathing as steady as he could. Wade wasn't quite keeping a calm heart rate or steady breathing. Wade sighed and rolled towards Peter, shifting him to having Peter's head on his shoulder, before kissing Peter's forehead and breathing another sigh. Quieting his breath and slowing his heart rate. Peter panicked quietly, I slept with Deadpool, I'm crazy, he'll leave me just like Mary did, or worse, die like Gwen. I know he heals but how much can he take? I can't go through this again. He took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled Wade murmured something then tightened his grip.