I owe y'all two chapters, I know... *sigh* sorry.

26. We gonna bang or what?

The music in Wade's pocket asked him if he had buns, and if he didn't, his snake wouldn't want him. Wade Yawned and reached down to get it carefully so he wouldn't wake Peter up.

"Yellow?" He asked.

"Hello, may I ask who this is?" An older sounding man asked gently. Wade had a sneaking suspicion that this was a potential client. Everyone who wanted to hire him had to say the code.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, waiting for the answer.

"Who the fuck are you?" The man demanded Wade to answer.

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second." He quickly retorted. Wade was about to announce who he really was when he heard another man in the background.

"Sorry... I'm just looking for my... friend. Who is this?" Wade knew this wasn't anyone. He looked at the number and hung up. He put it back and held onto Peter.

"Who was that?" Peter whispered hoarsely.

"I don't know. Some asshole." Wade started to kiss Peter's neck, "So what brings you to my humble abode?" He asked between kisses. Peter sighed heavily.

"My dad isn't letting me train with him anymore. So there's no way I can be an Avenger now. Fury told them that Spider-Man was brainwashed by A.I.M., and you were watching him. My training with Pops was my only in." Peter's voice wavered as he finished. He rubbed his face and sniffled. Wade nodded.

"Want me to kick his ass?" Wade offered.

"No. I just want to stay away from him as long as I can," Peter pulled away from him, covering his face with his shirt, "So... can I... stay here for a while?"

"Like over night? That's waaaay better than kicking Captain America's ass." Wade rubbed his face on Peter's back. Peter perked up so Wade could scratch a spot that was bugging him.

"Can I be the little spoon now?" Wade asked while rubbing his face all the way back up to Peter's head. Peter shook his head.

"Maybe tonight. For now," Peter yawned, "I'm gonna call my school and excuse myself for the week." Peter looked around for a phone. "Do you have a land line?"

"Holy fuck, you're how old and you know what a land line is?"

"He lives with Iron Man. Land line should be a curse word." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Fine, do you know where I left my phone? I think I dropped it around here last night or this morning..." Wade shook his head. He turned around and grabbed his phone. He handed it over to Peter.

"I'll go make some pancakes!" He sung, "For my runaway baby." He danced out of the room. Peter looked through Wade's phone for the dialer. He laid back and held the phone over his head, looking up at it. He ended up at Wade's recent calls. He just looked at it for a second before moving to the dialer. He paused. He moved back to the recent calls. The top one, it looked vaguely familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it. He sat up.

"Wade!" He shouted.

"Yeah, babe?" Wade shouted back, almost mute under the sounds of pans falling over.

"Who called you at... 8:47?" There was silence for a moment.

"You're already going through my phone? Just be careful that you don't look at the summer of '69!' folder!" There was a fast paced stomping coming towards Peter. Wade stuck his head from behind the door. "Sorry, I just realized you couldn't see me wink." He took a deep breath in, "Don't *winks* look *winks* at the summer *winks* of '69 *winks* folder *winks*." His insistent winking amused Peter for the moment, but he went back to the number.

"Funny, but seriously," Peter asked looking at the phone. Wade shrugged.

"Wrong number. Guy was an asshole though." He left back into the kitchen. Peter shrugged it off and dialed in his school's number.

Peter sat in bed with Wade, eating pancakes. It was all quiet, besides the slurping and the munching of course. Everything was pretty cool, in Peter's head. He was still upset about his dad, but this was definitely helping. He took this moment of clarity to look around Wade's room.

He didn't notice it when he came in, but now that it was lighter, he could see just about everything. His room was messy. Apparently, what Wade cleaned up in his living room, was pushed into here. At least it was in the corner. That's trying. His eyes shifted over to the desktop computer. He saw a bottle of lotion and napkins next to it. Peter cringed slightly as he moved on to the next item he was going to hate. The wall was guns. Seriously. It was covered in guns. Of all sorts and sizes. Peter's heart fell into his stomach. He had a question. A question that he already knew the answer to.

"Wade," He looked over to see Wade, all syrupy, with half of a pancake hanging out of his mouth, "Do you... kill people?" Wade dropped his pancake on his plate.

"Yep." Peter's stomach turned. Wade noticed how he looked.

"You done fucked up."

"As much as I hate to say it,I think you should have lied." Wade bounced around in his head.

"Ahh... Not since I've been with you?" Wade smiled. Peter looked at him.

"You stopped because of me?" Wade's eyes widened.

"Yes..." Peter smiled warmly and leaned over to kiss Wade.

"Holy fuck he believed us." Wade saw something different in Peter's face. Something he has only seen once before. Once when they were gonna fuck. He moved his food off his lap and leaned over to Peter. He gave him another kiss, but a little more forcefully. The syrup made it into Peter's mouth. Peter pulled away and laughed slightly while touching his lips.

"Yummy? Because I can pour it anywhere you want." Peter rolled his eyes and pushed Wade's chest away.

"Shut up Wade." Peter paused before getting closer to Wade's face. He bit his lip then licked Wade's cheek. He pulled away, blushing, and hoping that was sexy. Wade sat there for a single moment, then grabbed the Mrs. MargarineQuality and dumped it on his face. Peter dropped his sex face.

"Fuck, too much." Wade shrugged and started to lick the syrup off himself. Peter suddenly grabbed his mask and pulled it up. Wade hates his mask being off, but Peter's tongue and lips sucking and kissing him all over quickly reassured him.

Peter moved up to be on Wade more. He took off his jacket and shirt off, not because he wants to get the pancake party going, but he didn't want sticky syrup all over him. Wade thought otherwise. He helped Peter out of his Spider-Man suit and started to take off his own. Peter's heart raced. Only Wade was on his mind. He wanted to be as close as he possibly could. He felt his body reacted to the need, and raised member, making it wet and strong. Wade saw his erect dick hidden in Peter's underwear. Luckily for Peter, Wade never wore underwear.

Peter sat on Wade's lap while he kissed his face and neck. Wade bit at Peter's chest, causing little bruises. Both of their bodies rubbed against each other, Wade's skin made Peter feel drunk and high. Peter bit Wade's earlobe softly. Wade let out a moan.

"You... liked that?" The virgin asked excitedly.

"Only if you do it harder." Wade looked into Peter's eyes as if he just gave him a challenge. Peter bit him again just below his ear. Wade let out another moan. With the moan grabbed Peter's ass cheeks and squeezed them. Peter's toes curled, and he bit his lip. His heart beat harder and harder. Wade's hands climbed Peter's back. He put his sticky face on his chest, then started licking the syrup off, taking special care of Pete's nipples. Peter felt a tingle where Wade was licking. Peter pulled Wade on top of him. He held his arms around his neck, holding Wade face down. Peter tasted the sweet syrup as he tasted the inside of Wade's mouth. Wade's back arched as he reached down, letting his fingers tickle Peter's body all the way down. Wade's hand slithered into Peter's underwear. He's instincts kicked in. He wrapped his legs around Wade's legs and hung on his body, with no support from the bed. Wade laughed in Peter's mouth. He pulled away from their sticky kiss.

"Spider-Gay... You can cling to me after my dicks in your ass." Peter blushed and loosened his legs enough that he could comfortably relax on the bed. Wade took his hand out of Peter's underwear and pulled it down. He picked up Peter's legs slightly and rubbed his dicks head on Peter's asshole. He teased Peter by tickling his nuts.

"Going in without lube? He's a virgin. That's going to be bloody disgusting... Literally."

"Shh. I'm about to pound him." Wade hushed.

"What about lube?" Peter spoke up. Wade looked at him confused. Peter blushed and looked away. "I ah... when I was... I started watching... gay porn.. So.. umm.. I could help."

"That's adorable."

"And a little pathetic."

"Can you see them too?" Wade asked lowering Peter's legs.

"See what?" Wade shook his head and left a naked, sticky, erect Peter on the bed, while he looked everywhere for lube or a good substitute. Peter laid on his back and licked his lips. Wade jumped back into the bedroom, startling Peter.

"Hey! I don't need lube- DO ME!" Wade jumped on the bed and presented his ass to Peter. Never seeing a real naked ass hole, he jumped back.

"Wh- really?"

"Yeah. You watched gay porn before!" Wade lowered his butt on top on Peter's dick. He rubbed Peter's dick between his cheeks. Peter's face blushed and contoured with Wade's movements.

"Okay- okay!" He pushed Wade off of him.

Wade smiled and stuck his butt up again. Peter let out a calming breath of air. Peter grabbed Wade's cheeks and lowered his face. He opened his mouth and bit his ass cheek.

"Ohhhhh~ I want a link to the videos you watch," Peter smiled and leaned over Wade. He kissed the back of Wade's neck. Peter's gentle kisses were interrupted by Wade's door crashing down. Peter jumped off and landing on his back on the floor.

"Fucking! How many times am I gonna be cock-blocked!" Wade put his face into the mattress.

"Dumbass!" A deep raspy voice yelled. Wade got up and pulled out a handgun from under the bed and cocked it. He pointed it to the hairy intruder. "Wade, why in the sam hell are you naked?" The furry, leather jacket wearing man groaned.

"Why didn't you knock! Logan, babe, I know we're mutant gene brothers, but I need my space." Wade lowered his gun. "And I'm naked because I was just about bang my boyfriend." Logan looked around Wade for this new man in Wade's life.

"Where is he?" Logan shrugged. Peter popped up his head. Wade's ass was mostly in the way, but he could see who it was. It was Logan. As in Wolverine. X-men, Wolverine. Peter has had the pleasure of meeting this brute before. Mysterioso switched their bodies once. That was one hell of a day.

"He looks like a kid." Logan started sifting through his pockets.

"He's 18," Wade said confidently. Peter stood up more.

"I'm-"

"What... Peter?" Logan squinted his eyes to get a better look at him. "You're... dating... Peter..." Logan smirked. "That's great."

"Whoa! You guys know each other?"

"We... had our bodies switched. He's one of the people who know who I am." Peter perked up more. Logan took out a cigar and lit it.

"Do you know he kills people, kid?" Logan let out a cloud of smoke, "He's a mercenary."

"Yeah. I know..." Peter rested his chin on the bed.

"I haven't killed anyone in a while," Wade grumbled. Logan walked past Wade and grabbed the blanket off of his bed. He tossed it on Wade.

"Cover yourself. You too, kid." Logan turned around, picked up someone's pants and tossed them at Peter. "You better call your daddies, if you're coming with us."

"Us?" Where are you going." Peter took the pants and slid them on.

"Shiiiiiiiit. I forgot." Wade groaned, "Logan hired me to help the X-men today. Something wrong with some mutants on an island? I don't know." Wade shrugged and walked to his wall of guns.

"You can stay here if you want, baby." Peter shook his head.

"And do what? Get yelled at by my dad's? Screw them." Logan scoffed.

"You're welcome to come, but if I get in trouble from your super dad's, I'm kicking your ass." He started smoking again.

"Get in line." Peter rolled his eyes.

Wade, in his full spandex uniform, hugged Peter from behind.

"So he's coming?" Wade looked up at Logan with anime sparkles in his eyes.

"If he want's." Logan shrugged. Wade shook his ass and dug his face into Peter's neck.

"Suit up kid. We're gonna go in 5 minutes."
"How long will we be gone?" Peter pushed Wade off of him.

"If we're lucky; two days." Peter bit his lip. His dads would have a heart attack if he was gone for that long without calling. Peter's thought hardened. "Good. Kick me out of training after I took extra months of it. Just because-"

"Let's go!" Peter jumped up. Logan patted his back.

Damn. Thanks again for allllllllll of the reviews. So you so much. the next chapter should be here in the next few days. I've been having health problems and (signing up for) school problems and it's been a pain in my ass.