Matters calmed down after a while.
'After a while' equaled two days.
Two very intense but important days that involved athletics that rivalled Cirque Du Soleil acrobats, but also quiet moments not interrupted by fighting bad guys or getting shot at.
They had both needed this. As much as they could have. Right here. Right now.
It wasn't just about tumbling together and having wild, raucous sex. It was also about just sharing contact, the chimera extremely tactile, stroking over its mate's skin with wonder and awe, kissing and caressing Peter, who let his own hands explore the other man's body.
Food became delivery or nuking what could be found.
Peter learned Wade's body, every inch, every scar and mark. It had left the merc tense and ready to run in the beginning, but he had started to relax into the unaccustomed caresses that weren't meant to hurt. It was absolutely new to him that anyone wanted to do this, to taste and touch.
Peter wanted.
A lot.
And he did it studiously.
There were hours spent in front of the TV with him exploring Wade's fingers, sliding along every digit and interlacing them with his own.
"Scientist," Wade teased him, but there was an undercurrent that spoke of something so much deeper.
"Have to be thorough," Peter replied softly, smiling. "Are you okay with it?"
Wade drew him close, kissing his nose and grinning at the cross-eyed look.
"Very," had been the serious answer. "I've never felt more balanced than now." He trailed the kiss down his jaw, gently biting against his neck without leaving a mark.
Sitting nearly naked next to Peter, on the couch, wearing only sweatpants and nothing else, was both new and scary. He had never shown this much skin to anyone, had never really wanted to look at himself like this, and his bonded made it so… normal.
It was okay.
Completely okay.
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"So, I'm out of a job now," Peter sighed, head on the chimera's lap, staring at the ceiling.
Wade was running his fingers through the messy hair. He liked that hair. He loved the feel of it against his skin.
"Sorry?" he tried.
"Not your fault."
"Well, in the right light, and looking at it from the correct angle… it is? Maybe I can write you a note? Sorry, Mr. Boss… or is it a Boss-Lady? Sorry, Mr. Boss-Person, sounds better, with all the equality bullshit and so on… Well, anyway, sorry I fucked Peter through the mattress and he couldn't come in the last few days. Sincerely, your friendly neighborhood merc."
Peter's shoulders were shaking with quiet laughter and he turned, face pressed against Wade's stomach.
"Too casual?" Deadpool asked cheerfully. "I can do formal. I can do almost anything anywhere anytime."
"I'll just start looking for something else."
Wade dragged strong but gentle fingers through the brown strands. "Sorry," he said again, voice quieter, very serious.
"Not your fault. I jumped your bones as much as you did mine. Mutual bone jumping."
"Huh. Yeah. You were kinda insatiable in bed. And outside. Actually, all over the place."
Peter chuckled. "You could have said no."
"After a dry spell that puts the Sahara Desert to shame? Have you actually ever met me? No way! I wanted that ass and still do. As well as any other body part of yours, my little love bug."
"Spider."
Wade bobbed a finger against his nose. "Spider," he confirmed with a soft smile.
Peter wrapped a hand around the chimera's neck and pulled him into a kiss.
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Peter bore the renewed bite mark under his clothes, a mark that was already scarring in a way that would suggest an old, terrible bite wound that had happened decades ago, but it hadn't even really broken the skin. Just once a little blood had flown and Wade had nearly lost it the moment he realized what the coppery taste meant. He had bolted out of bed and into the bathroom like the place was on fire.
It had taken some time to calm him down and they had spent the rest of the day watching TV.
That night the hesitant cuddling and long, slow make-out session had been in complete contrast to the intense coupling of before.
Peter pulled him close. It was like a switch had been flipped and Wade's body relaxed into the familiar embrace. He almost sighed.
The younger man smiled, fingers running over warm skin. He followed scarred lines like he was drawing an image, exploring known and very familiar terrain.
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The small injury healed.
The mark stayed. Much to both men's surprises. Peter's healing usually took care of bruises and scrapes within a day or two. Scars happened, but only with more serious injuries.
This… wasn't serious.
But it stayed.
The silver in those brown eyes spoke of how pleased the chimera was with the result, even if Wade himself didn't understand his so possessive and satisfied reaction.
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It was so easy to lay back and have Wade drape himself over Peter, a semi-possessive arm around his waist. Peter ran a mindless caress over the bald head, blunt nails dragging over it, leaving no marks, only shivers.
Wade made a soft noise of contentment.
And suddenly there was this presence, this sure and heavy weight against Peter's very being. His partner. His chimera. It fit into a slot Peter hadn't been aware of being empty.
It was amazing and no one would ever be able to understand how simple it was, how welcome, how needed.
Not just for the sex.
That had actually been the last step.
No, they had come together differently before that. They fit, being so opposite in many things and still so much alike.
He pressed a kiss against Wade's head and felt a hum.
"You can feel it," the merc whispered, voice so low, he almost didn't hear him.
"All of it. It's incredible. Like you. Absolutely perfect."
"Sweet talker."
"Powerful," Peter murmured, lips moving against Wade's skin, breath warm and moist. "Like raw energy. All coiled up."
"Hn. You make it sound fascinating."
"It is. It's not a monster. You never were one, Wade, never will be."
"I'm a killer for hire, Spideybabe. I'm good at what I do. Monster goes with the job description."
"Not a monster," Peter repeated.
And he believed him. Where there had been doubt and self-hatred, that dark void of loneliness and pain, there was the chimera now, content and peaceful.
"How do you see the chimera?" Peter asked softly.
He was silent. For a while. Which was unusual for Deadpool.
"I… never really looked? I mean, not right in the ugly. I just… caught it out of the corners of my eyes." he finally hedged. "It's normally just this raw instinct and not something… really real?"
"It is real."
"You see it," Wade stated softly.
"Yeah. And I think it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen."
"You really are into horror flicks, baby boy."
Peter pushed him back, looking down into the scarred face with the brown eyes. "No," he said firmly, voice cutting. "Nothing about this is a horror flick. You are not! What people fear is the unknown. The chimera is probably the first of its kind. It can't be born natural and everyone's scared of what's inside you. They think you're are insane, uncontrollable… but you aren't. I know you, Wade. I touched this part of you and it's amazing."
Wade stared at him, open-mouthed, disbelief coloring every line of his body.
"You are this incredibly powerful being," Peter added with awe in his voice. "You were never soulless. All of you is energy and this vortex where the chimera rules. I can feel it so very close to me and it's nothing I want to ever give up."
"I…" He licked his lips. "Wow. That's… you should write prose, Spidey."
Peter grinned.
Wade hummed softly to himself. "I felt it sometimes. Never really looked. It was just all feeling, no true sight, and I didn't want to think about it. When you came into the game, it was more powerful. All primal instinct and hard to really push back into the cage."
"No more cages," Peter murmured. "It's not bad and never was. Just… wild."
"And you tamed it?" he teased.
"There is nothing to tame. I accept you, and it, as you are, Wade. Completely. That's enough."
There was no doubting Peter's words. The truth.
"And it's you. You are a preternatural and you shouldn't chain yourself down or keep that part of you behind doors."
"Big, reinforced doors. Vibranium, adamantium, you name it. And if I have to, I would shoot it."
"No," Peter rumbled. "Not ever again."
"Okay," Wade replied softly. "No more easy way out."
"Damn right."
He tugged gently at the bond and watched as the merc's eyes widened a little. "Holy shit!" he breathed. "I felt that. You did that, right? I'm not having nervous tics now?"
"I did that," was the smug reply.
"Mother…fucker," Wade whispered, awed.
Peter shrugged.
"Where the hell did you learn that?!"
"Instinct? I have no idea, really. It… I tried it and it worked."
"Fuck, I'm so lucky to have you," Wade murmured, sounding so absolutely stunned.
"And don't you forget it."
"Nope. Nothing can make me forget how lucky I got, no matter how often I get shot in the head."
Peter kissed him, silencing the morbid words. Wade smiled into the kiss and closed his eyes, soaking up the very presence.
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They managed to go on patrol for a few hours, though Spider-Man fought off grabby hands and lewd suggestions with a vengeance.
"Deadpool!" he snapped as the other man pressed in close, looking like a very happy camper as he let his hand slide over his partner's thigh, dipping precariously close to his goal.
"Yes, baby boy?" the merc sang.
"This is the job. Not playtime. Definitely not bond time."
It got him a pout. "There's nothing going on. I bet we could get something going! Something very hot. You wouldn't even need to take off more than your pants, Spideybaby. Have you ever fucked in full gear?" he added throatily.
Peter knew he was getting precariously close to just throwing caution to the wind. But this was his life as Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. This was where he drew lines and where he wouldn't submit to those maddening fingers.
"And we won't," he said firmly.
Deadpool's shoulders sagged. "Aw, shucks.
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When they got to Peter's place, all lines that had been firmly in the 'no crossing' zone were suddenly right in the 'anything goes' one. Wade pushed himself against the slender form, trapping Peter forward against the desk and running his hands all over the athletic form. The chimera had grown more tactile lately, needed to feel with his hands, needed to just stroke and caress, explore, even through clothes.
"Wade," Peter murmured, head falling back and onto his shoulder.
The curve of his spine, the arc of his ribs, Deadpool wanted to never miss this again. He pushed his face into the warm neck, groaning softly at the heady scent.
"You have no idea what this does to me, baby boy…"
Peter reached back, his hand touching Wade's head, rubbing over the mask.
"Wade," he repeated.
He whined. "Please? Just… let me…? I know I fucked the life out of you just a few hours ago, but this isn't that… I want to just…" He exhaled, arms wrapped around the narrow waist, pulling Peter tightly against him. "Please?"
Just feeling this. All of this. The human warmth, hearing Spidey breathe… such a simple act… and feel his heart beat under his palm. So wonderful.
"Not complaining about that," was Spider-Man's soft answer. "How about we change first? Maybe a hot shower?"
Deadpool shivered at the words. "Sounds good."
"You'll have to let go of me, Wade."
"Don't wanna."
"Please?"
Another groan. "Okay. You got me with the begging."
He loosened his grip and Peter turned in the embrace, smiling. His mask was already off and he reached for Deadpool's, removing it in a practiced move.
The kiss was all Wade had ever wanted.
"Hot. Shower. Now." Peter looked relaxed and inviting.
Oh fuck, he was so gone on his little spider. So very, very gone.
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They didn't even attempt shower sex. The stall was tiny, fitting only one person, and Wade just amused himself watching the slender form move behind the curtain. Peter, hair wet, skin covered in droplets, was a delicious sight.
"Go shower," was the amused order. "I'll order something."
Wade just knew he was completely gone on his bonded. Completely. As was the chimera, who was humming happily inside its nest of dark energies and whirling vortex.
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They slid together on the couch. It was too small for Wade to wrap himself around Peter full body, but he still pressed close to him, side to side, then dropped his head on his bonded's shoulder.
He ended up with his head on Peter's lap, dozing peacefully, his mind calm and quiet.
Peter simply dragged the thumb of his left hand along the back of Wade's head as he cradled it, the right hand resting on the curve of his ribs.
It was a homely scene; peaceful. Absolutely not something that came to mind at the names Deadpool and Spider-Man. It was Wade and Peter, and that was perfect.
tbc...