In the end, the kiss was probably a little anticlimactic. They weren't doing anything really special, just sitting next to each other on the edge of a building after chasing down some muggers.

Wade had been a little quieter than usual but that was it. At that moment, Peter had a forgotten about the food in his hand in favor of speaking excitedly about what he had been working on earlier in the day with Bruce Banner. He was practically bouncing where he sat as he spoke. Bruce had rapidly started to become his favorite avenger. He was smart and patient and didn't treat Peter like he was twelve the way that Tony did.

That was it. The both of them had their masks rolled up but not off, Peter was in the middle of some long explanation about what he had been working on it had been Wade who kissed him. It was a surprise, especially considering Wade's earlier reaction to Peter's love declaration and it effectively stopped Peter's babble.

He dropped his burger over the side of the building and stared when Wade pulled back. An awkward, surprised silence ensued before Wade clapped his hands.

"Right. Great. I'll see you later, Spidey." He stood.

And. No. Just no. Peter's hand shot out, gripping Wade's wrist before he could run away again. A kiss. Wade had kissed him. Peter stood as well and then launched himself at Wade, latching onto him like an octopus so he couldn't move away. They both fell backwards, Peter on top of him.

Peter yanked off both of their masks, staring down at him with his hands braced on either side of Wade's head, into his eyes, searching. "You love me."

Wade's mouth snapped closed. For several seconds, Peter could practically see the debate going on his head on what to say to that. There was a certain amount of fear there when he finally answered.

"Yes."

There was such a feeling of relief at that answer that Peter dropped down, burying his head in Wade's neck. He gripped the front of Wade's suit tightly. "Love you too."

Arms tightened around him and Peter lifted his head. "Don't leave this time." He paused. "Please."

Instead of answering verbally, Wade surged up, and they were kissing again. He sat up with Peter in his lap, one hand on the back of Peter's neck, the other moving to the small of his back, bringing him even closer.

Peter had been waiting for this for what felt like forever and he kind of lost himself in it, in the tongue delving into his mouth, in the hands in his hair, on his sides, gripping his ass too keep him in place.

There was heady relief that it was finally happening and burning lust that he couldn't really satisfy while they were both still in their suits. They practically raced each other back to Wade's place and were barely into the door before they were on each other again.

A dam had been broken with that one little kiss and Wade didn't run on him this time. It felt like a moment between the roof and Wade pressing him into a mattress, the both of them out of their suits.

Peter arched, looking for something to hold onto when Wade put his mouth on him, while at the same time pressing fingers into him. Better. This was somehow better than he'd imagined.

Wade pulled him up into his lap, holding him up by the hips, the blunt head of Wade's dick pressed against his backside. Peter gripped his neck. "You're not leaving," he said, voice still breathless from Wade's mouth and fingers.

Wade brought him down slowly, sinking into him. "No. Not this time."

Neither of them lasted long. At least not for the first round.

Harry stepped into his vault with a sigh, moving to take enough galleons that he could convert to pay rent and other things for a few months, his eyes moving briefly to the tables against the wall. There were other things besides money that Harry had found in the vault he'd inherited after he'd turned seventeen and gained control of it.

A couple of journals. Harry moved over to one to stare down at the picture album Hagrid had given him when he'd been eleven. He opened it, and marveled for a second that he hadn't asked any questions back then when he spotted Sirius.

His mind wondered back to the conversation he'd had with Peter and Wade and he wondered if Sirius and his parents would have looked at him differently as well, or if they would be weird about him falling for two men.

It was hard to say, even with Sirius. Harry had never really met a Sirius who was stable. He hadn't thought about it when he'd been a kid, but Sirius had been…damaged when Harry had known him.

Maybe they would have looked at him different. Wizarding society could be horribly prejudiced over the smallest thing. Sorted into Slytherine? Evil. Talk to snakes? Evil. Question the ministry? Yeah…He supposed it was like that in every society. It was just all about bloodlines with wizards instead of skin color and nationality.

Harry closed the album with a sigh and moved back to get his money. It didn't really matter, did it? Wade and Peter hadn't judged, that was enough.

Harry was cooking dinner when Peter came stumbling into their apartment. Harry looked over at him from the stove, a greeting on his lips when he froze, words dying.

"Um…hey," Peter said, smiling at him and smoothing back his hair.

"Hey," Harry returned a little dumbly, staring at him.

Peter's hair was kind of a mess, like he'd just come back from doing his Spider-Man thing but he was wearing sweats. Sweats that were several sizes too big for him, actually, obviously not his. Sweats he'd seen before on Wade's bulkier frame. His gaze trailed over Peter, catching on the red marks he could see peeking when the too wide neckline slid a little down on his shoulder.

"Oh, hey, that looks good," Peter complimented, peaking at what Harry was cooking. "I need a shower, though."

"Right…that's fine," Harry managed, "It'll be a bit."

He watched Peter go, watched him leave the room and then pain exploded in his chest. Why? Harry thought as he fisted a hand in his shirt over his heart. He had known this was going to happen, hadn't he? He'd known it was inevitable practically from the first moment he'd seen Peter and Wade interact with each other.

He should be happy for them, especially with how miserable Peter had been when Wade had disappeared. He tried to be, but the pain didn't disappear.