WARNINGS: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR NOTES BELOW FOR ALL WARNINGS.

THEY DO CONTAIN SPOILERS, HOWEVER!

CHAPTER 2:

Peter Parker cannot stand the thought of his own actions. Falling unconscious and violently attacking a person because of what, their childlike behaviour? It was beyond inexcusable. This is what Peter Parker thinks as he continually bangs his head against the wall, giving himself a concussion and blacking out in the process.

Unconscious on the small bathroom's beige and blue tiled floor, he begins to remember why he has tried so hard to hate Deadpool. Their true first meeting now comes to mind. Not the one he lies to himself about where Deadpool had refused to help him rescue that 10-year old kidnap victim from falling off a rooftop, but the actual first time that they had encountered one another.

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Spider-Man sat on the empty rooftop. Steam, and the stench of New York City could be sensed in the air - one through breathing deep and the other through the sight of the fog. He had come to this location for the second time. Sitting here and trying not to hate himself for Gwen's death. He wants something, anything to change.

"Hello there, gorgeous!" A voice in the night air calls out loudly, having interrupted his rambling depressive thoughts from their continued torment.

Looking up he sees a man in red and black leather coming towards him. Wanting to cheer himself up his snarky reply is, "Hello, yourself!"

The man approached him on the darker side of the roof, kept in the shadowed darkness, and sat down beside him on his left side. "Well, now, I don't think I've ever had someone as pretty as you sitting next to little ol' me!"

Spider-Man snorted through his mask. "How can you tell I'm pretty when I'm all dressed up for the ball?" He turned to the larger man and gestured to his costumed body with his right hand.

"Oh, I can tell, Prom Date!" He replied with a clear cheeky smile on his face that could clearly be read in his body language, as well as speech. "We agree Spider-Man has got to have the most stunning arse on the planet in any universe."

Blushing underneath his mask, Peter tried to take the compliment in stride. In his vain attempt to seem casual he checked the other man out. Even in the extreme dim light Peter could see that Deadpool's skin tight leather suit left nothing to the imagination. It was so tight he could see his stunning fit, muscular body, as well as the extensive size of his penis. Trying not to suffocate as his mouth started to water, he ripped his mask up, showing his lips to the other man.

"You don't seem to know my name Hot Lips, but I know yours. This is hardly fair, "Deadpool told him.

Glancing at Peter's lips, the other man seemed mesmerized. Quickly he raised his mask to reveal his mouth. In the near pitch dark, only the barest of features could be seen with the way Deadpool was sitting. Spider-Man with his acute senses could hear him swallowing from where he sat. He is impatient to get an response.

"Pretty Spider, I'm Deadpool. Also known as The Merc with The Mouth, and oh, the things I want to do with my mouth to you and," His eyes clearly run up and down Spider-Man's body before he added, "that slim, tight, luscious body of yours."

Attracted to Deadpool, Parker wets his lips and snarks back, "Well honey you better put your money, where you want your mouth."

"Oh, you're a kinky little one!" Deadpool told him. "I will most definitely put my money, where I shall put mouth," and proceeded to tuck a twenty dollar bill in the waist of Spider-Man's suit.

"Now do I get to put my mouth where I just put my money." Deadpool said to Spider-Man. "Or are you all snark and no play, Baby Boy?"

Spider-Man could hardly swallow his rampant desire. This had started out as a joke to pass the night in something other than his usual depressing self flagellation. It seemed now like it would end in casual sex.

Without another thought he leaned forward and began to kiss Deadpool. Surprised that he tasted of mints instead of anything else he tilted his head to the right. The larger man's lips were slick with what seemed to be lip gloss. Peter opened his mouth, deepening this soft kiss, added heat and tongue. Deadpool's breath quickened, as he continued to kiss the ever loving hell out of him.

Rubbing his tongue against Spider-Man, eyes closed he moaned and pulled back. "Never thought you'd be the type to put out on the first date, Spidey."

"Oh, this is most definitely before the first date, Beautiful Merc."

Before those words had left his lips he had seemed to be going towards something heated, snarky, and quite intimate. After those words had left his mouth, the heat in the air cooled. It became chilled as Deadpool took one last look at Spider-Man, lowered his mask and abruptly left. Jumping across building tops faster than a blurred streak of red lightening.

Stunned Spider-Man sat there, mask up, lips red, body flushed, utterly humiliated!

"So this was all just a game! Let's play with the stupid ignorant, naive Spider-Man! You WILL regret this, Merc!" Spider-Man snarled to the thin air.

The next time he met him was the time Deadpool refused to help him rescue that child.

And Spider-Man had hated him ever since.

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Coming to hours later, Peter sat up shaking his head. The blood from hitting his skull repeatedly had dripped down his body covering himself in the process. He desperately needed a shower. Thinking about his first actual meeting with Deadpool, he was more than a little ashamed.

How could his relationship with The Merc go from amusement, to attraction, to shock and hurt, then embarrassment, humiliation, anger, hatred and more than two weeks ago when he had blacked out and sexually assaulted the man?

Peter is beginning to wonder if it is even possible. This is just not the type of person that he is or has ever been. It shouldn't be possible to change for the worse so drastically. Reaching downwards with his left hand he found blood on his genitals, and a part of him wanted to block it out. He was covered in something else too. It could be sperm.

Taking his right hand he covers his mouth in horror as he stares at his left in disgust. He has actually raped a person!

Into the cold shower stall he goes and as he turns it on, the icy water blasts him and he mindlessly scrubs his body. Without thinking the words, 'clean', 'clean', 'clean' are running through his head like a mantra. Reaching for a bar of lavender scented soap, he proceeds to cleanse himself red and raw after discovering what he thinks might indeed be further evidence of his crime - a nearly clear, almost translucent substance covering the lower part of his body, almost like glue. It could be lubrication. For Deadpool's sake he hopes it is.

Shuddering in shame and cold he thinks that he will need to go get Wade, and take him to a hospital to try and heal the damage that he has caused. There, he will ask for a Police Officer to confess his crime to so that the doctor's won't need to take any invasive samples from...

Here Peter's thoughts come to a raging stop. Mentally he finishes in his head, 'From my victim.'

It is all he can do to get to the back of the shower as he bends over to vomit up burning yellow bile. Yellow for the coward that he is that he would rape another person. The liquid burns his throat, and for a moment all he can think is that he deserves this but no, he deserves much, MUCH worse.

Out of the shower he finds a towel cupboard that is filled with fluffy, rather soft black towels and strangely enough clothing. Having nothing human to put on, he mindlessly dresses himself in a pair of baggy charcoal grey pyjamas pants, ties the strings in a clumsy bow and climbs into a loose long sleeve, plain black extremely soft hoodie, with which he immediately puts the hood up, hiding his face, almost without another conscious thought. He should go get Wade now. Go help him as best as he can with whatever he might need.

Exiting the bathroom he hears a mobile phone softly ringing. As he walks his bare feet dry on the plush dark red carpet. It soothes his body, but not his soul. Following the sound of the ringing mobile phone, he creeps back into that bedroom that he had previously ran away in guilt from, only to overhear a one-sided conversation.

AUTHOR NOTES: This chapter has been changed since I first wrote it. Chapter 3 contains the majority of what was included in this chapter. I felt the need to reveal something sooner, and delay the reveal of what actually occurred in time. That of course means the next chapter could be up this week, or even within days! Please, please, please bear with me! I still need a Beta for this fanfiction so this chapter is hot off the press, because of how popular it has become. IF you want the next chapter, submit Favourites (if you haven't already, Subscribe (if you haven't already), and last and Most Important: Leave a Comment, telling me that you want the next chapter this week!