Peter has it a little rough since the sudden passing of his Uncle Ben. The bills kept coming and his Aunt was exhausting herself working to feed them and pay debt. He comes to a solution that he's admittedly not proud of. He works at a Club for a little over a year, faking his age and helping his Aunt out behind her back.
Deadpool was the name he earned killing for money. He wasn't a good guy, but he tried occasionally to be a Samaritan. And on one night, Wade come across a Male Omega working in a Club and instantly drawn to him. He doesn't know if its just because the Omega is young and he honestly wants to help him out of the tight spot or because his Alpha wants no one else to have their eyes on the little Omega.
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Wade
Sultry music played as a female Omega strut down a catwalk to a pole, then twirled on it. Her face was heavily covered in makeup and her body was barely fitting into the right pink leather. Omega's in short, slim fitted outfits took orders or sat with High classed Alphas and Betas, laughing as the snobby males, gripped thighs or ass cheeks in the privacy of the leather booths that they rented for hours with the company that they had on the arms. Betas served drinks to drink Alphas and Omegas chose their clientele from the drinks the dominant males bought.
Wade was only here in this club for a job and what a job it was.
The Club was called the Omega Den. It was far from a Den, with slutty music and the scent of horny Alphas. All the 'dancers', were either Omega females or males that ranged from the ages of twenty to twenty-eight. To Wade's Alpha nose, they either ranked of other Alphas or sickly sweet perfume. The bouncers at the door were betas, as well as the bartenders. Dimly lit lights and bass music reverberated through the business. Wade got a few odd looks- mostly because of the shit-mug he called a face- as he had come through the first hour ago to meet up with a client that Weasel had gotten him.
The Omega he'd met up within her dressing room was Stacy Clark. A sweetheart from Wade's analysis, who was simply tired as fuck of the Alpha that didn't take no for an answer then, decided upon himself to follow her home and try to rough her up. She, fortunately, had a Beta roommate who chased the guy away with a frying pan. It took Stacy a week of more stalking for her to finally have enough and she got a link to Wade Wilson, Otherwise known as the DeadPool. An Alpha that gained his name from the countless kills he'd done in exchange for money. A Mercenary, he was known as but, a strange one at that. Wade wasn't completely heartless, so he didn't kill Omega's or children. Rarely, he'd forgive a Beta if they seemed guilty or just forced into something they didn't expect. He took small jobs, sometimes for free, ones like this, unlike other Mercs.
