"THAT'S MY FUCKING SPIDER!"

...roared Deadpool as he shoved the barrels of his guns against the heads of the two motherfuckers who thought they could mess with his Spider-Man. A devilish grin stretched the sides of his mask just before he blasted both of their brains out onto the floor. His grin faded as he rushed to untie the beaten Spider-Man. He seemed to have passed out before Deadpool got all kill-happy...but Deadpool knew he was going to get hell for that later.

Deadpool hadn't noticed through his rush of adrenaline, but Spider-Man's mask was laying on the floor across the room. He rushed to grab the mask and put it back on while trying not to look at the hero's face, but there was no way that mask was going to fit back onto Spidey's now swollen face. Deadpool pulled off his own mask, which was a tad bigger, and fit it over Spider-Man's head. Then, he put on Spidey's mask.

Just as Deadpool was reaching down to pick up Spider-Man, two bullets forged their way through his back. He swiftly turned around to see three punks standing in his way. He unsheathed his swords and swung them both at the unexpecting victims. All of them managed to dodge the attack except for the one unlucky son of a bitch in the middle. Spider-Man was NOT going to be happy about all this blood on his mask. The remaining two assholes fired shots at Deadpool, which was a useless effort considering he only stifled a dark chuckle and beheaded them both at the same time.

He was quick to return to Spider-Man and pick him up bridal style. How romantic! There were more escaped prisoners running around, but Spider-Man needed attention now. The blood showing from his clothes made that obvious. Deadpool tried not to imagine the blood stains never coming out of his custom made PJs! The horror!

As soon as Deadpool reached his apartment, he laid Spider-Man on the bed and got to work re-stitching old wounds and cleaning his new ones. He glanced at Spider-Man's face, still covered by Deadpool's mask. Deadpool lifted the mask up to Spidey's nose and went to get an ice pack to press on him.

"Good job Spider-Man", Peter thought, "Deadpool had to save your ass again". Here he was, waking up again in Deadpool's bed. He pulled off the mask that he realized wasn't his and laid it on the table beside the bed. He got up and clung to the wall on his way the to the bathroom. He washed his face and checked his wounds which were neatly dressed. Was Deadpool's secret identity a doctor? Peter laughed to himself as his fresh face wounds burned at the contact of soap. He didn't really want to put the mask back on, but he did anyway and hobbled to the living room.

Deadpool was sprawled out on the couch with a porn magazine resting on his sleeping face. Pete took the side of the couch that was hardly occupied and leaned his head back against the couch. He needed to call Aunt May, but she couldn't see him like this. Covered in blood and with two black eyes. He spotted a cell phone on the coffee table and grabbed it.

He went to the bathroom to make his call and closed the door. "Hello, Aunt May?"

"Peter! Are you alright?", she said in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry I couldn't call last night, but I'm staying at a friend's Aunt May", he said a little smile appearing beneath the mask. It was nice to hear Aunt May.

"I was worried, are you sure you're okay?", she asked.

"I'm sure, I'll be home tomorrow", Peter said reassuringly.

"Alright Peter, be careful now"

"I will, I promise, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Okay honey, see you tomorrow", Aunt May said tenderly.

Peter hung up and sighed as he dragged his aching feet back into the living room. He put the phone back where he found it and laid back into the couch. He really hoped his face looked better by tomorrow and that Aunt May wouldn't notice that his door was torn in shambles. He sighed heavier this time and pulled the mask up to his nose because his face was hurting.

"Good morning, sweetums", the mercenary hummed as he stretched his arm over the back of the couch.

"What time is it?"

"Adventure Time! Just kidding, it's five", Deadpool replied pulling the porn magazine off his face to reveal the Spider-Man mask.

"Why are you wearing my mask?"

"I have a secret identity too babe", Deadpool chuckled as he moved in closer to Peter.

Peter smiled in response, but he didn't know why. He pulled off his shirt which was stained with his blood.

"Another strip tease?", Deadpool joked.

"In your dreams", Peter couldn't hold back a small laugh.

"How do you know about those?!"

They both laughed over the TV which they weren't paying any attention to.

"Hey Petey?", Deadpool asked.

"What?", Peter said ignoring the nickname.

"You alright?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so. Why?", Peter asked confusedly.

"Your injuries were pretty bad, just wondering"

Peter smiled back at him when a huge roar interrupted them. It was his stomach. Peter's face turned the cutest, I mean the CUTEST, shade of red.

"Jesus, Petey! There's a fuckin' monster in there!", Deadpool laughed getting up to look in his fridge.

"I have beer, beer, and beer…", Deadpool said looking at his collection of beer.

"I think I'll have a beer, and check the freezer too", Peter said before yawning.

Opening the freezer, Deadpool found a frozen pizza. Hoping it wasn't a century over it's expiration date, he stuck it in the oven. It wasn't too long before it was done and Peter's stomach was howling over the delicious smell. They shared the pizza and watched a few action movies. Excluding that sexual mishap the other night, Deadpool seemed like a really good friend to Peter.

After spending the night at Deadpool's again, borrowing more of his clothes, and trying to explain why there was a gaping hole in his bedroom door, Peter had been happy to be home again. He hadn't heard from the spandex wearing mercenary since then, and it'd been about 2 weeks. Spider-Man was finally able to "get back into the swing of things" and fight off crime once again. His healing factor was nothing like Deadpool's, but he healed faster than normal humans and so his wounds were almost completely healed.

Peter would never say it out loud, but there wasn't a day that had gone by where he hadn't thought of Wade at least once. Not including the occasional dirty dream, but he refused to even think about those. He missed that goofball, but why? Because he had saved him?

Peter slipped into his suit and opened up his bedroom window. "Time for patrol…", he whispered before slipping on his mask. It felt so good being able to move about freely. The feeling of the New York breeze at night as he swung between buildings was indescribable. He came to a stop on the rooftop of a building and perched himself on the corner, watching. It'd been a quiet night thus far with only a few car chases to deal with. As he sat there vigilantly, he heard a thump on the roof behind him.

Spider-Man flung himself around, standing up as he did so to see Deadpool standing there. Spider-Man's heart couldn't take it, he was feeling butterflies everywhere and there was heat piling up on his cheeks.

"Baby boy, looking fine as always! Should've kept that pose you had a while back, I was get the best damn view"

"Deadpool", Spidey huffed, feeling a little weak in the knees, "Where've you been?"

"I had a mission, did ya miss me?", Deadpool asked walking up the the hero.

"Pffft", Spider-Man laughed as Deadpool wrapped his arms around Spidey's waist. Spider-Man would've stopped him, but it felt good.

"I think you did", Deadpool put his head on Spider-Man's neck.

"I think you're imagining things", Spider-Man said, trying to hide the hotness in his voice that was building up. This was wrong on so many levels. Spider-Man didn't think that he would have THIS kind of reaction to seeing Deadpool again.

"It wouldn't be the first time", Deadpool laughed sending shivers down Spidey's spine.

Deadpool pulled up his mask and then Spidey's before he leaned downward and kissed Spider-Man. Spidey felt fireworks going off in his brain as the other man bit his lip and then slipped his tongue into the other's mouth.

Spider-Man accidently let a quiet moan escape from his lips and Deadpool was all over him. Deadpool picked him up by the waist and brought them both down to the roof, which they were using as a floor, where their make out session continued.

The merc grabbed his ass, forcing out another moan followed by Spidey biting his lip in embarrassment. "Your ass is mine, baby boy…", Deadpool growled as he bit the nape of Spidey's neck. "Shut...up...aghh..", Spider-Man squeaked as Deadpool's hands decided to find more interesting places. His mind was slowly turning into hot mush as he let Deadpool's hand slide into his tights.

"You are much happier to see me than I thought you would be", Deadpool said in a slightly heated voice as his hands continued to preoccupy Spidey's tights. All of Spidey's heat was distributing to his lower regions and he could barely think as Deadpool breathed heavily on his neck. He wouldn't say it, but he admitted that he wanted this and he wanted it bad.

"Ah.. you too..", Spider-Man barely managed to get out. Deadpool gave him a quick questionable look, until his baby boy mocked his movements by sliding his hand into Deadpool's pants. The merc's boner throbbed as his breaths became increasingly rough and rapid as did Spidey's. They pressed their lips together firmly, allowing each other access into the other's mouth.

"I can't...last much longer..hng", Spidey moaned as his back arched in pleasure. Deadpool was eating this up, he slid his other hand up the spider's shirt and teased his nipples. Spider-Man's face turned even redder than it was before. Why did that feel so damn good? Spider-Man gripped at Deadpool's suit as he moaned loudly and came into the merc's hand. Deadpool came soon after licking his hands seductively. "Wade…", Spider-Man said snaking his arms around the merc's neck.

"What is it, you fine piece of ass?", Deadpool grunted as he groped Spider-Man's ass again.

"...That was fucking hot…", Spidey mumbled, his blush spreading across his face and neck.

"You naughty little bug", Deadpool smirked and kissed his spider.