The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 10: Aftermath

Deadpool

"Wade?"

At the sound of his voice, I immediately bolt upright in my chair, completely ignoring the grogginess I'm feeling after that nap.

"Hey Petey. Are you--uhh....how do you....ya know....feel?..." I stutter.

Pete smiles. "Yeah. I'm alright. I guess." He looks over at me sitting across from him. "How come you're all the way over there?"

Don't have to tell me twice.

I barely hesitate to slide under the blankets I put over him. I cradle him in my arms and pull him close. I feel him burrow his face into my chest a little and heave a sigh.

"Wade?" he whispers, his words muffled by my chest.

"Yeah, Baby Boy?"

"Please don't leave me again." His voice vibrates on my chest and makes my heart ache.

This probably has nothing to do with last night.

Who are you kidding? That's exactly what he's talking about.

I stare at the spider I'm cradling. He is the most adorable thing I've ever seen and I left him. I left him alone tonight and he almost died because of it. He could've died.

"Never again, Spider-babe." I kiss his forehead ever so delicately.

Don't make promises you can't keep, Wade.

But those are the best kind.

That's Spidey's line.

We are both silent for what seems like hours. Peter doses off again. But the conversation in my head continue.

We shouldn't wake him, but he's gonna need to be stitched up or something.

His healing factor will take care of it. Besides he's so cute when he's sleepy. We don't wanna hurt him.

His healing factor isn't as strong as ours. Plus, this isn't the bad kind of hurt. We'd be helping.

I'm hungry...

One day, I promise there will only be one voice up here because I am going to figure out a way to end you...

You know you love me like the Joker loves Harley.

Joker beats Harley. So yes. You're correct.

"Will you guys zip it?" I hiss. "Spidey and I are trying to sleep."

"Wade?"

"Now you've done it," I mutter to them. "Yeah, Petey?"

"I'm kinda hungry."

I chuckle.

AHA!!

Someone kill me.

"Really? Okay..what are you...in the mood for? I'll get it for you."

"Your pancakes."

I blink quickly. He...he liked when we cooked for him.

"Oh...OH! Okay." I can't help but let a grin spread across my face as I start to climb out of bed. "I'll get right on it."

"Wait, can you hand me Little Wade before you go?" he whispers.

I cock my head to the side in confusion.

Who's Little Wade? Does he mean...

The bear?

Our dick?...The bear.......jinks......

"Little Wade?" I ask.

"My Deadpool bear. Can you hand him to me?"

Kiss him. Just do it.

I hesitate for an instant, grab the build-a-bear, and hand him to my angel. I watch as he grips onto the bear and pulls it close to him. The way he burrows his face into the fur and inhales deeply. Then I have to.

I bend down, grab Peter's face in my hands and kiss him. It doesn't take him more than a second to kiss me back. I hold his cheeks between my palms, gently stroking his cheekbones with my thumbs. When I pull away, I only pull back enough that our lips aren't touching anymore. I lean in touching my forehead to his.

It was just a kiss. Why am I breathing so hard? I open my eyes and look at him. He looks shocked as he opens his eyes a little.

"I......I shouldn't have left you."

"Are you apologizing?" He grins.

"Maybe..."

"Wade, you came back. That's all that matters. At least that's all that matters to me." He bites his lower lip lightly. "Just promise that if you leave you'll come back."

"That's what Little Wade is for." I pet the bear's head. "He's my promise."

Petey's eyes get super beady and it almost looks like he's going to cry before he grabs the collar of my suit and pulls me into another kiss. I delicately run my hands down his back, avoiding his scratches. He inhales deeply into the kiss and moans ever so quietly in my mouth.

"Fuck," I whisper, sliding back into Peter's bed with him. I lick at his bottom lip, pulling back only to move Little Wade from between us. As soon as the bear is out of the way, our lips smash back together. The longer I kiss him, the more I need him.

He opens his lips for me and I can feel myself go ballistic. My tongue caresses the inside of his mouth. He whines so quietly, if I weren't listening for it, I wouldn't have heard it over the New York traffic. I pull away from him and move down his neck where I was kissing him last time I cooked. His eyelids flutter and he runs his hands over my abs and pecs, tracing my muscles. Sucking the tender skin of his neck elicits a loud whine.

"Fuck, Wade."

I lick his neck. "Say it again."

"Wade..."

"Oh, God. Peter..." I kiss at his jawline and watch him bite his lip.

I look at you guys. "This next bit might be a bit...well, me...so, innocent people, I suggest looking up 'smut' before you read the next chapter, because holy hell it's about to go down."

"Wade, who are you talking to?"

"Doesn't matter, Baby boy, but brace yourself."