This is Going to End in Disaster

"We need to talk about Parker."

Warning: More smut incoming. 

If someone were to put a gun to Wade's head and threaten to shoot him if he didn't explain why he'd slept with Peter, he wouldn't be able to give them a reason. They could take it a step farther and threaten the handful of people that tolerated being around him, and he still couldn't give an honest answer.

Because he's not sure, himself.

There were a lot of feelings mixed up with Peter Parker, and not a lot of them Wade could put his finger on. Suspicion, but that one was easy. Wade was a paranoid person to begin with, slap a too-innocent smile and rumors of diabolical schemes on top of that and he was poking with a 10-foot pole, digging into things he didn't belong to. Annoyance, because Parker managed to creep onto every single one of Wade's nerves like a he had a blueprint of where to find them. But lust was a new one. Or was it arousal? Sexual curiosity, maybe. He didn't know how to describe the tension between him and Parker that led to their "sexual shenanigans" the other night. There was something keenly familiar about it, like he saw it on a show once, or read it in a book he's long since forgotten.

There was a string tied to his sternum and every time he wondered away, it tugged him back towards the other man.

Did the revelation of his heartmate connect them physically? By the forces of magic and voodoo, was Wade never going to have peace of mind again? If he ever had it to begin with.

To avoid answering these questions, he went back to his first plan when the whole heartmates debacle started: avoiding Peter Parker at all costs. It wasn't hard to do, the man lived in a skyscraper and had people he could send to get him anything he wanted. The likelihood of them running into each other at a store, much less Wade's apartment, was on the same level of Wade kicking the bucket permanently and embracing Death with both arms.

But while he could avoid Peter Parker, the voices weren't as easy.

I cannot BELIEVE you slept with the enemy. LITERALLY!

You really can't keep it in your pants, can you?

I'm sorry, I was under the impression we were supposed to KILL bad people, not give them hand jobs.

Parker offered to pay you back, maybe you can get him to fuck you. You know, since you're already massively screwed when Spider-Man finds out you took advantage of his sugar daddy.

OMG would if he's jealous??? That would be so hot.

I bet Parker already told him about how you slammed him into a wall and shoved your hands down his pants.

Classic. You're a real classy guy. No wining or dining, just straight to grinding.

Wade curled up on the bed, blankets pulled over his head as he tried not to scream. There were so many thoughts circulating inside his brain felt cramped and stuffed to the brim. But out of all of it, the voices were right about one thing: Peter had to have told Spider-Man about what happened. Why wouldn't he? Those two were like that . And for those who are reading, he's crossing his fingers together to emphasis the closeness of those two fellas.

He's always half-joked that Spider-Man was Parker's dirty little secret, but with how often those two were together, he was now convinced of it. It didn't help that Parker used to take pictures of Spider-Man for the Bugle, and judging by how good those shots were, some of them had to be staged, which implied a level of interaction between them dating back years at least.

Shut up, Wade isn't jealous.

Oh, he's totally jealous.

No, he's not. He was just...concerned. Parker has Spider-Man at his beck and call like it was nothing. Spider-Man used to swing around the city saving people just because he could, and now he's a glorified bodyguard for a man that banked off pictures that were used to slander his name. Then there was the way Peter acted when he and Spider-Man were in the same room. A smile that crept up on his face, like he knew a joke no one else did. The whole thing smelled funny.