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Wade was in a tiny predicament. As it turns out, his darling Webs had gotten mixed up with the wrong people. Bleeding heart the hero was, Wade wasn't surprised that Spider-man stuck his nose somewhere it didn't belong yet again. He understood that he cared, and why he'd want to keep the newest drug dealer's producers at bay, but Spidey was never one to do recon. These people had power, money in very high places among New York's elite.
They put out a hit on Spidey.
Weasel kept the gold card just for Wade, and oh boy, was that a lot of zeros attached to a money sign. It was the biggest job Wade had taken on in a while... And the best part? He had options. Kill Spider-man or unmask and leak his identity to the drug lords.
{ don't we like spidey??? }
[ he's mid ]
Wade and Yellow gasped in unison at that, and then Yellow started making siren head sounds that were sure to give Wade a headache. Wade did like Spider-man, so much that he'd kill for him before he ever considered killing him. Wade wouldn't hurt him like that... Nor could he fathom leaking his identity.
But frankly, this job offered Wade an opportunity he might not get under any other circumstances. A chance at making Webs see how much he cares about him. That all those times he flirted and hit on him when they teamed up wasn't a joke.
{ you've only teamed up twice }
[ and he kinda hates you ]
{ can't say that i blame him }
[ you're super ugly and should actually just kill yourself ]
Okay, that was enough from the peanut gallery. Wade tuned them out, focusing his attention at the task at hand. Breaking into Peter Parker's apartment, aka Webs' home sweet home. Wade would never give out his Spidey's identity... But he needed to show him that. That he could be merciful- That Wade was really a hero.
What better way to do that than come clean about the job he took and give Peter a way out?
[ so blackmail? ]
{ on an underage student }
Nope. Spider-man was a hero- Age couldn't determine any decision Wade made because of that simple fact. Peter willingly put himself in danger all on his own every day. He knew the risks, and this was one of them.
Wade shimmied open the window from the fire escape, stepping inside the dingy apartment. It wasn't so bad- To be paid for by Stark. Peter's aunt died a year before, something Wade knew because of his amazing, awesome stalking skillz.
[ don't spell it like that ]
{ i think it's better that way }
Looking around, the place was still awfully small. Wade felt like he took up space just by standing inside, but the bulk of weapons that were strapped to him were at fault for some of it. Peter would be home soon, thirty minutes give or take. In that time, Wade searched the place, finding the last scraps of evidence that truly pinned Peter Parker as Spider-man. His suit was in his closet, webbed inside of a loose floorboard. He tossed it on the coffee table, and flipped the golden card with his contact's info on it.
He'd have to kill them after this to make sure no one else came after Spider-man. A small price for what Peter would give him in return.
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It hadn't been long since Peter had become Spider-man. A few months or so, maybe a year, but that was about it. Yeah, that was probably a long enough time to learn about your abilities and get them under control. Would Peter say he had them under control? Maybe. Would he be lying? Maybe.
Sure, there had been times when he needed some extra strength from... well, he wouldn’t exactly say a hero, but an outside party. Did he need it? Yes, but he would still say he could’ve handled it on his own. He didn’t exactly like Wade, or rather he didn’t like his way of doing things. The guy was okay on his own.
Just the thought made him start to feel bothered, so he moved his attention to something else. The quiz he was taking? No. Peter’s mind was too cloudy to put any real thought into physics. As he scribbled down answers he thought back to the drug dealers that had been gaining just enough attention for him to take notice. The job seemed easy enough to him. Ambush the warehouse, shut down their operation, and leave an anonymous tip for the police. Easy peasy.
The bell rang. Peter packed his stuff, looking over his quiz in the process. They were right, the answers. Most of them at least. Maybe he was actually paying attention. He turned the paper in and shoved the rest of his stuff into his locker.
He headed out and made his way to his apartment. Sometimes he hated stepping inside, it was just a reminder of who he had lost.
Struggling to reach behind his backpack to grab his headphones, Peter thought about when he should scope out that warehouse to get in as much information as he could. He wasn’t an idiot, these were dangerous people. He needed to be precise, and for once, not make awkward chit-chat. To get the job done like a real hero.
---
Wade had propped his feet up on Peter’s coffee table, an episode of an old sitcom playing on low as he waited for the hero to get home. If he pretended really hard, he could half convince himself that this was a normal day and he was waiting for Peter to come home so he could greet him all soft and sweet.
[ you’ve been watching too much housewives of beverly hills ]
{ you should go back to watching the one with the mormons }
Uh no, Wade finished all of Salt Lake City, and there wouldn’t be another season for three months. A tragedy, he knew. Beverly Hills just wasn’t the same. There was no snow.
[ oh brother, he’s being canadian again ]
As if Wade could turn off being Canadian. High fucking standards, no wonder White didn’t get any dates. Also because he was trapped in his head.
Wade could feel an argument brewing between the boxes, but before any careless words were thrown, the apartment door clicked open.
Ah right. Peter. Duh.
Wade turned off the tv, hopping to his feet to prepare his totally awesome and thought out monologue. As one does when they’re making a deal. No biggie.
He waited until Peter closed the door behind him to make his presence known, pulling his gun in case the hero got any funny ideas about defending himself straight away. He wouldn’t shoot him, he’d even left the safety on to ensure that. It was there to intimidate. To buy him time.
“Peter Parker,” he said, voice low and collected. “There’s a mighty high bounty on your head.”
{ mercenary mode activated }
[ he’s not a fucking robot ]
His hand stayed perfectly still, and with his free one, he grabbed the gold card Weasel had given him. Peter might not know what Sister Margaret’s was, but Wade was happy to explain. “150,000 to kill you. But lucky you, I’m willing to offer another way out.”
---
Peter had just stepped into the flat. The moment he opened the door he could feel something was off, but ignored it. Why did he ignore it? The least he could’ve done was put on the extra web-shooters he had stored in his backpack just in case.
He jumped at the mention of his name, whipping his body around. Now, Peter expected a lot of things. Wade Wilson was not one of them, especially with a gun pointed directly at him. He couldn’t help but think the situation was a little funny. He was just thinking about him after all.
Peter grabbed the cord to his earbuds and tugged them out. He was grateful he had done that at least, not wanting to ask Wade to repeat what he just said. Really, he never wanted to hear those words again.
Staring at the card in silence, he weighed his options. Take the chance of getting shot while reaching for the web-shooters in his bag or just comply with whatever the hell he wanted. He went with the obvious choice.
“Good to see you, too, man. Been awhile. How’s your wife? The kids good?” slowly he let his backpack fall off of his shoulder, placing it down beside him. Peter crossed his arms across his chest. Okay, maybe fucking with this guy wasn’t the best answer. He did kill people for a living.
“So, uh… what do you want?”
---
Wade was glad to see Spidey’s sense of humor was still in tact. It was one of his favorite things about him, after all. “If you’re referring to Bea and Arthur-” He started, motioning to the two katanas on his back. “They’re doing great, Petey. Slicing and dicing bad guys all day.”
[ maybe you shouldn’t tell him about that ]
White had a point, this was about Peter after all. “What I want is really simple, baby boy,” he said, holstering his gun so the boy wouldn’t feel threatened when he took a few steps closer. “I just want you to do me an itsy bitsy favor.”
He pocketed the gold card, getting close enough to Peter to whisper in his ear. “I think you know no one’s interested in killing Peter Parker, don’t you? You’re smarter than that. See, I was hired to kill a certain little pest that’s been crawling up the wrong web as of late.”
He leaned back into his own space, then grabbed Peter’s chin with a gloved hand. “I’ve got to say, you’re a lot cuter than I’d thought you be under the mask, Webs. Practically jailbait. And damn.” He whistled low, moving his chin to get a better look at him, the whites of his mask widening with his expression. “You’ve got some freckles. That’s adorable.”
---
Peter had gotten so hung up on the names being thrown at him. How long had Wade been in his apartment anyway? Was he going through his stuff? Wait, of course he was going through his stuff. He’d definitely start snooping if he was in the apartment of someone he had been paid 150k to kill too.
He watched in silence when Wade got closer, his breath caught in his lungs when he leaned in. No one wants to kill Peter Parker, huh? He had a point, but who’s really putting a bounty on Spider-man? Actually, scratch that… he could think of a few people.
The way he talked, the way he touched him… it was beyond unsettling. Peter couldn’t even look him in the eye, just stared straight ahead of him. Even the way he flirted was off. He knew who he was now, knew he was just a kid. Why was he still messing with him like this?
He pushed the hand off of his chin, backing away and taking a mental note of how close he was to the wall. What could he do to get out of this? Shove him out of the way and make a run for it? Grab the gun that was, thankfully, no longer pointed at him?
“Hey, c’mon, stop messing around. You’ve made it pretty clear you’re not here to kill me, so what do you want? You want my autograph? I mean you could’ve just said so, didn’t have to make a big scene.”
---
“As much as I’d love to put your autograph on my all things Spidey shrine, I’m looking for something more personalized,” Wade said, unable to help the jolt of excitement that ran through him when Peter tried backing away. He didn’t have anywhere to go, no one else to turn to, really. No longer the predator he normally was, but rather a helpless bug caught in his own web.
{ spider’s are arachnids dumbass }
[ we know that. it’s just a figure of speech ]
“If I don’t do something, they’ll hire someone else, baby boy. I promise they won’t be as nice as I am,” he told him, beating around the bush a bit. Rustling the leaves so Peter would be spooked enough that his request wouldn’t seem so impossible. “I like you, Webs. I’d hate to find you dead in a dumpster one day. It’s not a sexy way to go, I should know.”
{ that rhymed }
Huh. It did. Nice.
“So here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, ready to get down to business. “You’re going to let me tap that cute ass of yours, and in return, I’ll make all of this go away. Shit, I’ll even handle the little drug organization that’s been bothering you as a favor.”
---
There was no way he was serious. Peter could not believe what he was hearing. He didn’t *want* to believe what he was hearing. Was this guy drunk? He didn’t smell like booze, not like any scent-marinating drug either. What the fuck?
He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his throat. “You’re kidding, right? Tell me you’re kidding.” his voice drained out and it took a few moments for the reality of the situation to sink in. Peter had to be realistic, but he didn’t want to be. He wanted this to be some sick daydream he was having in the middle of that physics quiz. Maybe if he focused hard enough he would wake up.
Alas, he never woke up. But man, he could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. It almost hurt. Was he always able to do that? “I can handle myself! I’m sure I’d rather be bloodied up a bit than do… that, with you.”
Peter was scared, yes, but he was a superhero for God’s sake. He should be able to deal with creeps like Wade! Even with no web-shooters or his suit, he still had his strength.
“Listen… how about this? I’ll take care of the bounty and the organization, and we can forget this ever happened! How does that sound? Good, right?” he tried to push past Wade, to buy himself some time. Every second counted, even without a real plan. Whatever kept this guy off of him.
---
“Baby boy, you’re hurting my heart,” Wade said, holding a hand over his heart with feigned dramatics. “Here I am offering you a very sweet deal, and you’re spitting on it. I’m starting to think I haven’t made myself clear.”
He grabbed Peter’s wrist as he tried to bypass him, and in three quick moves, he had the little hero pinned under him, with one of his combat knives pressed against his throat.
“I know you’re a hard head, Webs, but let me get through to you before I have to hurt you,” he said, pressing the blade into his skin just enough that blood beaded beneath the sharpened metal. “I know you’re identity, Petey. You think I won’t sell it to the highest bidder? I’ve been watching you for the past three days, sweetheart. You don’t have much of a life outside of the Spider-man gig… If you went missing, who would even notice?”
He wedged his knee between Peter’s, taking note of how small his frame was under him. Cute.
“You can’t fight me and win, baby. I’ll come back like a bad rash, and you won’t be able to keep killing me forever. Eventually I’ll get what I want, so you have a choice. I can do this nicely and worship you, or I can take what I want and treat you like a little slut. Understand that?”
---
Peter didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to react. His senses seemed to escape him for the time he was being brought to the ground, yet they all came rushing back in a painful headache once his head hit the floor. This was going poorly, definitely not how he saw his day progressing.
His eyes started to well up in tears, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the knife piercing his throat or from the reality finally sinking in. It was pathetic. He felt pathetic. And sick. And disgusting. And every bad thing in the book.
He had one arm free at least, latching it onto Wade’s wrist to try and pull away the blade from his throat. Peter listened and hated every word that came out of the bastard's mouth. He hated how much of it was true.
Peter Parker was a nobody. Just some broke down high school kid with no family, no one to turn to. All he had was Spider-man, was he really about to give that up? Give up the one thing he actually had going for him? If Wade was serious, he’d never be safe. Peter would be running for the rest of his life.
He weighed his options. He needed to be smart, even if he so badly wanted to not be smart. Just get it over with and he’ll leave you alone, is what he told himself.
Eventually he stopped pulling on his wrist and let his arm fall. Peter tried to blink back his tears, but they just rolled down the side of his face instead.
“Okay.” his voice was so quiet you’d had to listen for it to actually hear him. He told himself he’d get out of this, before Wade could even think about putting his hands on him. He’d think of something. He had to.
---
The moment Peter gave in, Wade’s personality flipped like a switch. “Aw, you’re a pretty cryer, Petey. So fucking cute,” he praised, gathering the boy into his arms to carry. Peter chose to do things without a struggle, just like Wade hoped he would. Now he could show Peter how much he loved him, just like he planned to. Wade admired Spider-man so much, he was half convinced he was head over heels in love with him. Peter was the reason Wade started asking more questions before he took jobs, why he was becoming a better person.
{ i smell a hypocrite }
[ real ]
Wade brushed off their comments, carrying Peter to his room to deposit him on the bed. He was gentle, running his hands down his sides and squeezing at his ass before he let go of him to grab a packet of lube from one of the pouches on his suit. “Won’t need a condom, my healing factor has me clean as a whistle.”
One less thing for Peter to worry his pretty head about.
{ better keep the mask on, boss }
[ he definitely won’t be a pretty cryer if he gets a look at your ugly mug ]
True. Wade rolled his mask up to his nose, leaving it at that. He’d be able to do more than enough with his mouth, hands, and dick. No need to show and tell his horror story.
He wiped away the rest of the tears counting Peter’s face, straddling his waist so he couldn’t change his mind and fight him. Wade didn’t trust him to stay put for long. “Let’s get this off,” he said, hands tugging at the hem of Peter’s shirt. He wedged his knife under it, cutting though the fabric like butter. “So pretty,” he said, dropping his knife to run his hands down the boy’s chest.
---
Not using a condom was the last thing on Peter’s mind, but the more he thought about it he knew he should’ve been concerned about that to begin with. He tried to close his eyes, pretending he could make time go by quicker. The pressure of Wade’s body on top of him made him feel dizzy.
The cold air hitting his skin made him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the leather hands running over his body. A cold chill ran over him, blinking an eye open to stare the faux hero in what he assumed was his eye. He felt sick and he knew if he threw up this would be a lot worse than it already was, so he looked away.
Peter had never been so grateful. He stared at the blade in arm’s reach with stars practically forming in his eyes. It almost made it seem like this was okay, like this was worth going through. Worth being belittled and touched like this.
He looked back at Wade and smiled at him with teary eyes. He couldn’t help it, finally he had some sort of hope that he’d get out of this mostly unscathed. In a swift move he extended his arm to grip the knife until his knuckles turned white, bringing it up to force it into Wade’s throat. It wasn’t much, he did actually counter his healing factor, but he thought it was enough to get away. In the time he had done that he shoved Wade off of him and scrambled off of the bed onto the opposite side of the room.
---
Wade was certain that Peter finally understood what this meant to him when the boy smiled. He was enjoying himself, Wade was so sure of it. That he’d shown Peter he could treat him gently, with the love he deserved.
Then the knife gleamed beside him, Peter moving faster than Wade could think. His hands shot up, grasping at the knife handle that was embedded in his throat. Shit balls.
Wade braced himself, tearing the knife out of his throat, and wiping it on the leather of his pant leg. “Shouldn’t have done that, Petey. I thought we were bonding here, you little brat.”
He flipped the knife in his hand and threw it, with the knowledge that Peter could dodge. It didn’t matter if he did or not. The knife was a distraction so Wade could tackle him to the floor, pinning the boy’s legs beneath him so he couldn’t squirm away.
“Looks like we’re doing this the hard way after all, huh?” he said, unclipping his utility belt and tossing it behind him on the bed. No more weapons that Peter could easily access— Though Wade carried multiple others on his person, they were hidden away in secret pockets and holders sewed into his suit. Nothing Peter would know about.
Before Peter could try anything sneaky, Wade grabbed him by the hair, holding tight as he moved off of him to flip the boy onto his stomach. “Wish you would’ve stayed on the bed, baby. I hate that you’re making me do this.” He kneeled on his legs, keeping one hand in his hair while the other stripped him of his pants to reveal more and more soft skin.
“Oh fuck,” he said breathless, brushing a gloved finger against his hole. “Bet I’m the first to touch you here.”
Wade wanted him to remember it.
Without lube or a warning, he pushed his finger inside of him, not stopping even when he felt the skin break against his gloves, not until his finger was all the way in.
---
Peter knew he fucked up the moment Wade had ripped the knife out of his throat like it was nothing. It was a little mesmerizing, but he didn’t have a chance to think about that as he was tackled and pinned to the ground in such a short amount of time. He attempted to rip his limbs free, but Wade’s body was too heavy even for Peter.
He cried out at the tugging of his hair, regret sinking in *deep*. “Wait, no! Wait, please I’m sorry! Wade!” he begged more and more until he was flipped onto his stomach. The pressure beading into his legs made him dizzy. Peter went almost silent, he could feel the vomit coming up his throat. Luckily the only thing that came out of his mouth was a silent string of please’s and I’m sorry’s.
Peter knew it was coming and even tried to prepare himself, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
‘*I can do this, I can do this… Oh, shit! I can’t do this! I can’t do this!*’ He practically gagged at the feeling of Wade’s finger forcing itself inside him. He could feel his skin ripping.
“Stop, please! I’ll listen, I promise! Just please stop!” no matter how much he cried it didn’t feel like he was getting anywhere. He still felt that warm pressure inside him and it was making him sick. He now knew he couldn’t get away, couldn’t fight his way out of this. The least he could do to make it more bearable was to convince Wade to give him another chance.
---
“See, I want to believe you, Spidey. I want to believe you’ll be good, and that you’ll let me show you how much I care about you,” he said, voice low as he pulled his finger out of him. Blood coated his gloves. “If I give you another chance, I think you’ll waste it again.”
But Wade isn’t telling him no right out because he doesn’t think he’s capable. If Peter wants another chance, Wade will give him it. He’ll give Peter as many chances as he needs to get it right.
[ pushover ]
{ you should just do this. less hassle }
Wade shut them out, letting go of Peter’s hair to gather him in his arms. “No more fighting,” he warned, pulling the rest of Peter’s pants off. “Or I’ll have to put a pretty knife rightttt here,” he said, poking the center of Peter’s shoulder as he put him down.
He pulled his gloves off, just as an extra assurance that Peter would be more comfortable. He’d show him he could be nice. That he could make this about Peter’s comfort.
“This time just take a few breaths, I’ll be real gentle. Your healing factor should catch up, you’ll feel good in no time.” Wade pulled his mask up to his nose, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. He grabbed the packet of lube from before, tearing it open with his teeth.
With it spread on his finger, it was much easier to prep him. Just one finger at first, to make sure Peter could handle it. Soon after, he worked in another finger, watching in rapt attention as the boy took more of him. From this view, he could see all of him. Pretty face, muscles, so so much unblemished skin. He had his scars, but they were nothing like Wade’s.
“I think you can take me now,” he said, careful when he pulled his fingers out this time. There was a pinkish tint to the lube now, leftover blood. That was okay. Peter wouldn’t worry about pain once Wade showed how good it could be. “Gonna need you to close your eyes. Don’t want you to vomit,” he said, then clarified, “The scars are everywhere.” He waited, expectantly for Peter to obey.
---
Not much came out of him after he was placed back on the bed. Peter just nodded along and stayed quiet, minus the sniffling and choked back sobs, focusing more on the feeling of Wade working through him. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. The skin tears were still there and still burned, he wasn’t sure how long they’d be there. Wade seemed to know what he was talking about with the healing factor, so Peter let it go.
He panted through the entire process, wiggling when he felt like it was too much. His body felt so sensitive, no doubt due to their current predicament, but he could feel his body shaking under Wade’s touch. If this is how his body reacted to just his fingers… well Peter wasn't sure how he’d react to the real thing.
When Wade asked him to close his eyes Peter couldn’t help but just stare up at him. A thought rolled into his mind, made him realize that he barely knew this man, worked with him two or three times, and rarely ever saw him besides that. So why would Wade want this from him? Why did he seem to care, crave this so much?
Peter forced a laugh and finally craned his neck back, letting his eyelids fall. “I don’t think I’ll puke from looking at you… no promises, though. You’ll pay for my dry cleaning, right?” he tried to joke. Really, he did. His voice came off strained, but at least you could hear him clearly. He was trying.
For a short period of time, Peter wondered what would happen when this was over. Would Wade just leave and tend to the business as he said? Or would he stick around to taunt him more? Actually, maybe he’d just leave and let the kid deal with the organization on his own. He guessed it didn’t matter because Peter knew exactly what he was doing after this. Sitting in the shower and crying.
---
Wade doesn’t know how, but Peter manages to rouse a laugh out of him. “You’re funeral if you don’t like what you see,” he said, still appreciating that he closed his eyes. Wade wouldn’t make him, but he felt better that he couldn’t see. He wasn’t pretty like Peter— Quite the opposite really.
Without further hesitation, Wade undid his pants, pushing them down to his thighs along with his underwear. His cock was hard, leaking precum from the tip without being touched. He spread the fluid over himself, nudging closer to the boy so he could press into him.
He was slow, giving him time to adjust, but not stopping until he was fully seated inside of him. “You’re so good, Petey. So tight and hot,” he said, holding him close by his hips so he couldn’t squirm away.
“I’m gonna move now, try to relax. It’ll feel really good,” he told him, bracing himself on his knees. He continued to hold Peter by his hips, using that leverage to start moving. Every thrust became brutal, fast, one of his hands moving to give Peter some help. He wrapped it around his cock, jerking him off to the pace he set.
---
Peter let a small smile slip at Wade’s response. There would be a funeral, but it wouldn’t be his own. Spider-man would take care of that.
He decided to keep his eyes closed for as long as he could. Maybe he wouldn’t throw up that way. Yes, he could still feel it all happening, but not seeing it could save him from choking on his own vomit.
When Wade started to enter him, Peter could feel his throat closing up. It hurt, bad. The feeling of being stretched so much in a completely untouched area was too much. He instinctively gripped Wade’s wrist which rested on his waist. He was sure he could feel it break, but if it did Wade didn’t say anything.
“Hurts… Wade, hurts…” he panted under his breath. He had never felt so full. Peter cried out at the sudden thrusts as he started to tune out the noise around him. As much as he tried to wiggle away it wasn’t getting him anywhere. The hand on his cock (which was surprisingly hard… was he actually enjoying this?) wasn’t making him feel any better. It was so much, too much. Peter needed Wade to slow down, but he couldn’t get anything out of his throat besides broken moans and cries.
---
Peter’s cries didn’t go unheard, but Wade chose to stick a pin in it. “You’re okay, baby boy,” he told him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’re gonna adjust, it’s gonna feel so good, promise.”
Mercifully, he slowed down his thrusts so the boy would have more time. Wade wanted him to enjoy it, wanted it to sink in that this was Wade’s way of showing how much he loved him. There was only one Spider-man, and there was no one else like him. Wade felt drawn to him since the first time they met. He needed to protect him, to keep him.
“You’re mine, Peter,” he told him suddenly, voice low and meaningful. “I’m going to keep you. I’ll kill anyone who tries to come between us. I’ll burn the whole world down if you want me to.”
He peppered a few more soft kisses across his face, then picked up his pace again with renewed vigor. Wade felt that he needed to leave a claim on him, to mark him up and leave a real impression on him. He felt himself getting closer with every thrust, and knew he could keep going until he got bored if he really wanted. He’d save that energy for their honeymoon.
---
Peter was thankful when the prick started to slow down. With the slower pace he actually started to feel good, proving Wade right… somewhat. He just needed time to adjust to a slower speed. Even the sickness washing over him seemed to fall back.
While Wade was talking, Peter wasn’t listening. Not really at least. His brain felt fuzzy, mushy. He couldn’t exactly understand really anything he was saying to him, feeling like his consciousness was slipping from him. Peter nodded weakly and almost leaned into the small kisses being left across his face.
Just when he was starting to feel good, he was set back three steps. Peter learned, sort of, that his body just couldn’t enjoy the brutal pounding he was receiving. He tried to paw at Wade, incoherent words slipping from his tongue.
“No, wait… was good… slow…” and yet he could feel himself growing closer to climax. He was so, so close to this being over.
Peter came with a cry, his body shaking and squirming so violently. For a short moment he felt euphoria, but he could barely enjoy the feeling as overstimulation started to sink in and the tears started to fall again.
---
Wade held Peter close through his orgasm, moments later reaching his own high. He pushed himself deep inside of him as he came, groaning softly. “So good, so perfect,” he praised, running a hand through Peter’s hair. He marveled at how soft it was, taking in how beautiful Peter looked. He was Wade’s. No one else’s.
Carefully, Wade pulled out of him, and stood up to gather himself. “I’m going to get you a towel,” he said, while zipping his pants. He grabbed his utility belt and gloves, assembling his suit neatly. “You should get some sleep. I’ll handle the druggies just like I promised. Your secret’s are safe and sound.”
He grabbed a towel and wet cloth from the bathroom, coming back in to clean Peter up. He maneuvered him under the blankets on the bed after, putting the towel under him so Wade’s cum wouldn’t mess up his sheets when it started leaking out of him.
He cupped his cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to his head. “I’ll be back when it’s done. Try to rest up until then.”
---
Peter’s senses were starting to come back to him. When Wade left the room to grab the towel he could feel the vomit coming up his throat and this time he couldn’t stop it. He quickly leaned over to the trashcan near his bed and puked. It burned, but at least he felt better.
He laid back down just in time as Wade had returned with a towel and cloth. Peter hissed under his breath, he was still quite sensitive and guessed it would only get worse. The warmth of his comforter and sheets felt lovely, though. They brought him more comfort than Wade ever could.
Ah, so close. He was so close to falling asleep, his eyelids already fluttering. But of course Wade had to ruin even that. Had to ruin what little peace he finally had. So he’d be back after it’s done? How much time would that be? How much time did Peter have to think- oh, now his head was starting to hurt.
Now given up, the hero just nodded along silently like he had been doing. It got him this far, right? Truly it took everything in him not to burst into tears right then and there as everything that had just happened set in. The energy slowly drained from his body and eventually he lost consciousness. The last thought he could remember having was how long he’d be stuck like this, stuck with Wade.