Wade ran his hands over Peter's body. It was wonderful, intoxicating, and it was bittersweet. It was purely his Spidey in his openness, his silky feel where he brushed over exposed skin, his delightful warmth, and it was his pain and desperation and own damaged soul.
His hands slid under the t-shirt, encountering more of that warm skin and the bump of old scars from a life as Spider-Man. He recognized some of them; others he wanted to explore. Touch. Taste.
Peter's hands weren't idle either and they easily found their way underneath his hoody and onto his skin.
Wade stiffened, but Peter's touch never faltered, even when feeling all the horror that he would also soon see. If Wade took off the hoodie. And his pants.
Everything.
He closed his eyes and willed the panic back into its cage.
The chimera rumbled impatiently.
"Are you okay with this?" Peter asked.
Are you freaking kidding me? his brain screamed.
Did he want this? Was he okay with this?! Hell, yes! He wanted it all. He had been dreaming about this. He had spent time and again trying to deny his body the release, then caved and gotten himself off.
Wade had wanked off to the image of Spidey's perfect little ass, those strong, defined legs, those nice arms, that lithe physique.
He had fantasized about having this man bonded to him, to be normal once more, like before the cancer and before Weapon X.
"You have to ask, Petey?" he managed, taking those perfect lips in a hungry kiss. "Just working through another crisis. Keep getting a load of them. In waves."
Peter kept caressing him, hands on naked skin, finger-tips following scar patterns in a way that made Wade shiver.
"I know you still doubt this, but I never did. This is what I want. And I want to see it."
"It's not getting better underneath."
"Wade."
He drew a deep breath.
Peter tugged at the hoodie and the merc finally let him help remove it. Wade looked away when his upper body was revealed, but there were no retching sounds, no gagging, no door slamming in the wake of running feet.
Peter placed his palm flat against Wade's chest, drawing it over the uneven skin with such gentleness, the chimera looked up and blinked. There was almost something like reverence in Peter's eyes, something do deep and warm, so intense and only focused on him… it was breathtaking.
"You're not a monster, Wade," the younger man said softly. "You're not horrible. You never were. You are human. Maybe you look different, but you're not disfigured. I like this," he added in a low, warm voice. "A lot."
He leaned forward, sliding his hand around Wade's ribs and around his back, pulling him in close. The kiss grew into more, skin sliding against skin, and Wade reveled in the smoothness, the slender, warm form, the strong, defined muscles on display.
I want this, floated between them. So badly.
"You've been forced into something similar before," Peter said breathlessly when they separated. He sounded so serious, so worried, Deadpool wanted to cry and yell at him in one.
"Not the same," he growled.
"Wade…"
"Not the same!" he repeated, the chimera breaking through in a flash of silver eyes and a snarl heard in those three words. "My choice. This time it's my choice."
And it was already too late.
He couldn't go back. Peter was his. His! The chimera had claimed him, had attached itself deep inside, even without the added bonus of a roll between the sheets.
Possessiveness flooded him and he claimed another kiss, a little harsher now, feeling the need rise.
And he felt Peter, full body contact, and it seemed to throw him off balance and complete him in one.
His world shrunk down to one particular sensation, one feeling, one need.
Peter. Kissing Peter. Touching him. Having him to himself.
Mine! the chimera crowed.
No fear, no pain, no harshness.
Just them.
Everything else was… unimportant.
SDSDSD
The bond was forming quickly, loose strands between them twisting into each other, knitting together, curling and flowing into one strong representation of what they were. The chimera hovered protectively over the new-formed connection, snarling. Its claws were still lodged firmly inside Peter's soul, refusing to let go.
SDSDSD
When Peter sank to his knees in front of him, taking his time to open the too tight pants, playful and hungry in one, Wade nearly lost it.
This had only happened in his rather perverted fantasies. Too much porn, the internet, DVDs found in obscure shops that sold to hardcore wankers with a taste for some really sick stuff… Yeah, Deadpool knew all the depravity out there, had lazily jerked off to what he wouldn't show anyone else.
This wasn't depraved. Or sick. Or just an actor.
This was Peter on his knees, about to…
With the first touch of moist lips to his dick, Deadpool did groan a curse.
He hadn't gotten any for too long. Just him, his hand, and an endless supply of hand lotion.
There was no hesitation on Peter's part, touching his scarred, despicable skin and caressing it, tongue and lips sliding along his hard dick.
So much better than fantasy. So very much better, so real, so…
"Fuck!"
It was almost embarrassing how fast he spilled into the hot, sucking mouth, breathing hard, watching the younger man lick over his sensitive head.
Peter looked up, eyes bright and hot, still playing with the semi-hard erection in his hands. Wade wanted to curse him and worship him in one. Better than porn. No porn site had ever managed that look, that desire.
"My turn," he managed roughly.
Want him. So badly. All of him. Want to take him and never let go.
Peter eyed the hardening cock. "Low refractory period?" he breathed teasingly.
"I'm like a fucking rabbit. The one with the good batteries. It keeps going and going…" He winked.
Peter rose and kissed him, so close. He was this powerful, all-encompassing presence, taking away rational thought and replacing it with raw instinct.
The chimera pushed.
Spider-Man pushed back. Strongly, relentlessly, and it let him. It revelled in the energy this bright, young soul projected, soaking it all up, soaring, spreading shadowy wings and crowing in delight.
Mine!
"Fuck it," Deadpool snarled, backing the other man against the wall, hands sliding wherever he could reach, palming against Peter's dick.
It got him an encouraging groan.
"How's your refractory period?" he asked roughly.
Peter arched into his palm, demanding more, eyes sparking.
"Let's find out?"
SDSDSD
It was a mess.
And it took the edge off.
Wade grinned, unrepentant. "This should hold." He wiped his hand against Peter's jeans.
"Planning on more?" Peter asked, breathing a little harder, though not from exertion.
The fire in those brown eyes was gong to be Wade's undoing. And those undone pants. The shirt had long since been shed, both men now equally half naked, and Wade wanted to lose the rest, too. All of it. He wanted to see Peter all naked and while part of him still clamoured at what a bad, bad, ultimately insanely just bad decision it would be to show Spidey all of him in return, he had learned to ignore that part.
"'S not like you aren't," he rasped. "Seems like coming back up is one of your super powers, after all."
If the grin was just a touch predatory, so be it. If it showed a little more sharp-edged teeth than was human, so be it.
Uh, wait, what? Part of his mind waved frantically at him that his teeth did not, in fact, have sharper edges. Never had. He wasn't a wolf!
The rest of him bludgeoned that voice of maybe-reason into silence.
Peter didn't comment on the fact that he probably felt Wade's own hunger, still there and raging unabated.
"Can we take this to a bed now?"
"Oh, we can. Because it's a place we aren't going to leave any time soon," he promised darkly, voice a growl.
Peter stepped out of the jeans, and with them his underwear, and Wade felt his brain stall.
This was his.
His!
SDSDSD
It was almost obscenely pleasurable and arousing to have Peter push him onto the bed and crawl over his lap.
The kiss was hard, demanding, needy. Messy. With more teeth. And yeah, he had fangs. Not Spidey; him. Deadpool.
Cool.
Just something else to add to the list of what the chimera encompassed.
Hot spiders in his arms got him fangs.
Peter's eyes looked blown, his face flushed, and he was a sight of pure arousal and untamed need.
The chimera approved.
Then Deadpool took control, the preternatural side surging forward and wrestling Peter onto his back.
Wade's intent was clear and Peter had no objections.
He looked into the badly marred face, saw the intensity in the brown eyes, now ringed in silver, and he groaned in hunger.
It was almost too much to bear, to have that talented mouth and those strong fingers work him relentlessly.
Wade was very fixated on having him come and come hard.
With his long dry spell, Peter did; again. With a groan of relief that was almost a sob, hands digging into the mattress, pushing into the hot mouth and feeling teeth scrape lightly over his cock.
"Fuck," he breathed.
Deadpool was above him, lips reddened, wet. His eyes glowed silver and he leaned down to give Peter small, biting kisses.
"Want you," he growled. "So, so much. All of you. In every position imaginable. You have no idea how far my imagination goes…"
A sense of overwhelming desire and need pushed through him.
Peter curled a hand around the muscular neck, pulled his partner into a long, intense kiss that was as dirty as the prior encounter had been, and he felt the hard evidence of Deadpool's hunger against his hip. He wrapped his other hand around that hardness, squeezing playfully.
It got him a growl, teeth nipping at his lips, at his chin.
Peter bent a leg and Wade slotted himself more comfortably against the other man, trailing biting kisses along the smooth neck.
"Been a while? Or first time?" he murmured.
The younger man grunted. "Not going to break. Not my first time."
And while he didn't have Deadpool's healing factor, his recovery time rivalled the merc's. He hadn't even gone completely soft.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
Deadpool licked his lips, feeling the relentless hunger of his preternatural side eat away at him.
"Not gonna hurt you," he promised, voice low and throaty.
"I know you won't. And I'm not made of glass," Peter replied, relaying his own hunger for this.
And he didn't inflict pain.
Preparations were meticulous – and driving Peter insane. He was pushing back onto those fingers inside him, hungry and demanding.
And strong.
So much stronger than Deadpool in everything.
"Wade," he moaned. "Please…"
He silenced him with a kiss.
"Now!" Peter demanded when they parted, looking so wrecked and close to breaking.
"Pushy," he rumbled. "Me like. So very, very much. You look so delicious, Petey. So much mine. All mine."
His mind was rambling that over and over at him. His Spidey. His mate. Matematemate! Not just a handler. So much more. So much just for him…
The chimera didn't need a handler. It didn't want just a connection. It wanted it all, basic, primal, sophisticated and refined, no matter. It needed an equal, a balance.
And Wade slid into him in one long, hard stroke.
Sensations sparked through him, nearly drowning out rational thought. He groaned, feeling tight heat and his own surging hunger.
There was no pain, no fear, just the pleasure. He went deep with each stroke as Peter pushed back, fingers digging into the hard muscles, encouraging, wanting more.
For all his hunger and need, Wade wasn't coming as quickly as before and he pushed Peter into almost getting completely hard once more.
Both felt loose and raw and oversensitive and it was too much and not enough and too soon and not soon enough.
Emotions flowed together.
Sensations became mirrored by the other mind.
SDSDSD
When the climax hit him, Peter's groan was almost like a release of its own, even if there was little he had left to give. The incessant slide, the pressure, the hard form pushing against him, had him want more while simultaneously cursing the other man for his teasing play. He was overstimulated, felt like electricity was crackling through him.
He felt teeth puncture his skin as fangs bit down, and it shocked him into a second spurt that had him cry out.
Holy shit, Deadpool had fangs!
For a single moment he saw the chimera in all its glory, black as night, put together from a dozen different other things, winged, clawed, fanged, and displaying fur and scale. It was a wild, wicked thing, a melting pot of all the good and bad of every super- and preternatural donor that had made it what it was now.
It was his. Peter felt a possessive surge go through him.
Then there was just a rumbling purr of satisfaction coming along the bond and nothing but calm, warm darkness enveloping his soul.
Keeping him safe.
"Wade," he groaned, batting at the fingers around his flagging dick.
He was done. Absolutely done and done for.
Peter shuddered in pleasure when Deadpool withdrew, half-collapsing over him. Peter wrapped his arms around him, feeling scars under his fingertips, feeling heated skin and sweat.
The bond was alive, thrumming with the echoes of their release.
"Fuck," the merc groaned into his shoulder, lips sliding against smooth skin. "Thought I was broken before. Nope. This is broken," he slurred. "You broke me, Spideyboy. Fuck, you broke me and my dick."
Peter chuckled, running a feather-light caress over the warm skin, calming his partner, centering himself and Deadpool in turn. His fingers traced over the uneven skin, feeling the rougher patches, the scars that had risen to the surface and felt like a web over the warmth.
"We also established you're a kinky ass," the younger man stated playfully.
Wade lifted his head and those expressive brown eyes fell on the red bite wound. Not just two punctures like a vampire. No, a jagged, irregular mark with four more pointy indentions long the blunt teeth impressions.
Silver encroached on the brown, the chimera satisfied and proud.
"Yikes," the merc huffed.
Peter had to laugh, pulling him into a messy kiss. "Got any other shifter abilities I should know of?"
"I didn't even know of that new freak show. But hey," Wade said brightly, "I might just develop a knot next. Now that's kinky!"
Peter snorted, shaking his head. "Only you would think that."
"Wouldn't you want to try?"
"Nope. Pass."
"All the fanfics make it sound extremely hot. I bet I could drive you crazy with lust, let you hang on the edge and oof…"
The next kiss was deeper, more involved, ending only because Peter really needed the air to breathe. He framed Wade's face, smiling into the dark brown eyes that held so many emotions. His thumbs rubbed gently over the scarred skin.
"This is hot already," the younger man stated quietly.
He felt a shudder run through Wade. Like this was what he had needed and had been afraid to ask for.
Support.
Confirmation.
"You shouldn't have to ask," Peter said softly, voicing the emotional backlash out loud.
"You're okay with it," Deadpool stated, stunned. "All of this."
It sounded almost like wonder. Like reverence. Like hope.
Those eyes were intensely expressive. It was a feature that still stunned Peter. So deep, so very gentle and open and vulnerable right now.
Peter ran a gentle caress over the bare skin, drawing a stuttered breath at his apparently daring move. Heck, they had just gone at it several times. How could Wade still be this doubtful? How could he refuse to accept that another human being found him desirable?
"I'm more than okay with this," he said out loud. "A lot more than okay. I stand by everything I offered, and more."
The silver was dominant once more.
Peter found it incredibly sexy.
"Hope your healing ability can keep up," the chimera murmured, voice rough, hungry.
"I thought I broke your dick."
"Healing factor, baby!"
He smiled widely. "Good to hear."
SDSDSD
Peter prayed his neighbors were either at work, asleep with earplugs in, or couldn't care less about what their usually so quiet neighbor was doing right now.
Because there wasn't a surface they didn't try out.
Or a wall.
Wade was resourceful and Peter was flexible. And he could stick to surfaces.
Establishing a bond didn't need sex when it came to a hellhound, but the chimera wasn't that any more. The hellhound had perished long ago with Vanessa. The chimera was just now spreading its wings, being reborn with its mate. It was a possessive creature, harsh, demanding, and yet gentle in the way it made sure Peter wasn't harmed, that all that was left was the bite mark on his skin.
It had demanded his soul, but it didn't want a pound of flesh, too.
SDSDSD
Wade looked at the exhausted, sleeping man in bed next to him. He felt strung out himself, like he hadn't even after a painful, long regeneration. This was an exhaustion coming from a different side.
And with it there was the wonder and disbelief still deep within him.
Spidey. His Spidey. Peter Parker. They were mated. Peter had accepted the gruesome outside and the nightmarish inside of the soulless being that was Deadpool. He had handed over himself, had opened up and been vulnerable, and the chimera hadn't destroyed him. It had nuzzled and caressed, had kissed and lovingly held the other man, their bodies moving together like they had never not been lovers.
It was an amazing sensation, powerful and empowering, hissing and snapping around them, making Wade yearn for more.
The protective instinct of his former nature was still strong and unbroken. He would die for this man, again and again.
The chimera would make sure to punish who tried to break Peter from him. The Avengers. The X-Men. Whoever. He just knew there would be cries of outrage. There would be those claiming he had forced this, that the chimera was capable of taking what it wanted against the will of the intended bond-mate.
The very thought sickened him.
It would be like… rape.
It made Deadpool want to blow his brains out repeatedly.
Wade wrapped himself around his bonded partner, the soft skin in complete contrast to Deadpool's own, and he closed his eyes.
He knew he would have to face possible accusations of that nature, that Peter would be confronted with them, that he would be seen as the victim to Deadpool's perversion.
Wade inhaled deeply, feeling the unease of before again, the nervous chitters. The bond responded, even though Peter was asleep. As if he felt the chimera's restlessness, the younger man seemed to flow closer, warm and heavy, drawing Wade close.
Calming him, evening out the nervousness. It gave him a boost nothing else, no drug, no energy drink, had ever been able to give him.
He could do this.
He could face the world with Peter at his side.
tbc...