𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

22; spider venom

-' 🕷 Peter had a large blush on his cheeks as he dug through the bag of burgers. He only pulled one out, for now, because he would've eaten the whole bag. Wade was still staring at the spider, with an odd expression that he couldn't begin to read. He decided to ignore it, if it was important Wade would say it out loud.

The mercenary allowed his eyes to narrow to his right, and he swallowed hard. He was still calming himself, Peter's mouth did wonders.

He leaned forward, grabbing a burger from the bag. Wade looked over at Peter, deciding to speak up. His curiosity wouldn't wither away.

" Where did you learn to do that?"He said softly, still out of breath do to Pete's kindness.

" Boy Scouts." Peter answered with a cheeky grin, his eyes meeting Wade's. The problem was, he was lying. It was Flash, and some of his forced actions built Pete up a tolerance. " Why do you ask?"

" I just, I guess I saw you as an innocent type. " His voice was slightly shaky, as he unwrapped his burger. " You know? You're so..well you blush when I call you cute so I just assumed you would never have done anything like that.."

It was Peter's turn to fall completely silent, pulling his knees closer to his chest, and leaning against the couch cushion. He his behind the burger, eating the juicy meet rather then pay attention to Wade. Flash was always a sore subject.

Wade didn't push him to explain, or say anything, he just wanted those sad eyes to lose their tears. Peter deserved happiness.

" It wasn't my choice.." He said almost silently, his whisper so quiet Wade almost couldn't make out the soft words. " I'm sorry. "

" What do you mean it wasn't your choice? Peter?" Deadpool reached out for him, setting a hand on his shoulder. The bright blue eyes met his soft brown one's, examining the gentle tears welling up in his irises.
" Baby?"

Wade saw the way Peter closed his legs at the change of subject. The Spider slowly crawled closer to Deadpool, he didn't say a word as he buried his face into the man's chest.

Is it bad that I don't understand..? Wade asked his boxes with worry, as he enveloped his arms around the angel.

[ Someone hurt him.]

[ Hurt? Hurt how? Is he okay? Is he going to be okay?]

[ They raped him, White. ]

[ no..]

" Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to baby. Its okay, you're going to be okay." Wade promised softly, kissing the chestnut locks. His textured fingers rubbed circles into his lower back, his other hand petting the back of his head. " I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I'm sorry.."

" I just wanted to make you happy, I'm sorry-" he was panicking, his breath fastening as he held onto him. " I wasn't trying to- I didn't want you to know. Please don't leave me, please."

" I would never leave you, " He whispered softly against his ear, making sure to be gentle. " And you don't have to do that to make me happy.."

" I just..Im sorry.."

" its not your fault."

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Peter stared, wide-eyed into the darkness. He had been awake for hours, while Wade lay fast asleep behind him. The Arachnid reached up, to press his small hand against his lovers textured skin. The warmth was radiating off his skin, causing him to move closer. Peter softly rubbed his back, bearing a soft 'mmm' from the man behind him.

" Wade?" He whispers softly, his hands moving down to wrap around his waste, pulling himself closer. " Are you awake?"

" I am now." Wade a answered with a groggy voice, slowly turning to face him. " What's wrong?"

" I can't sleep.."

" is something wrong?"

Peter shook his head quickly, nothing was wrong. Not In this bed. Not beside Wade. This was their safe place, Pete knew that now. He pushed himself under Wade's large, muscled arm, laying his head on the man's stomach. The Arachnid's brown eyes stared lovingly up at him, a smile on those baby pink pillows for lips.

The Freshman slowly crawled onto the man, laying on top of his large body. Peter leaned up, pecking his lips, brown eyes meeting his blue ones. Wade let out a deep breath, hands rubbing the boys small hips. He admired his mate, eyes falling over every curve, every feature.

Peter smiled his hands reaching up to gently cup his cheeks. His thumb ripped over the mercenary's sharp jawline, happiness pumped into his small body. Deadpool leaned into the soft touch, eyes shutting so he could remember this moment forever.

" You're the most amazing man I've ever met, Wade." Peter leaned down to press gentle kisses along the textured skin. " you know that? "

" I don't know about that one, Petey-Pie." Wade hummed back, leaning into the soft kisses.

[Look at him. He's so beautiful. So perfect. I love him.]

[ I love him too..]

" Me too." Wade whispered, watching as his soft lips traveled down his neck.

" Who are you talking to baby?" Peter bit his lip, fingers tracing over a scar on his chest.

[ don't you dare tell him about us. He Will leave you. You're already ugly, what if he knows we're crazy too?]

" Nobody. I'm not talking to anyone, baby. Just myself." He smiled, hands gently rubbing at his hand, caressing his soft hand.

Peter let out a soft sigh; he knew there was something. He knew Wade had voices, he just wanted to know. If he knew, he could understand. If he could understand he could help. Peter looked away from him, crawling off of him, to turn on his side.

" Peter.."

" I don't understand. I've told you everything, even about Flash." Peter said quietly, his brown eyes staring at the wall in front of him.

" Peter, baby." Deadpool got closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck, giving the sensitive skin a soft nip. " Don't be mad at me."

" I'm not mad." He said with a soft pur, shivering at the sudden contact.
" I'm just..I can't believe you don't trust me.."

" It's not that, I just can't lose you. Not yet." Wade's hand slowly grasped Peter's chin, pushing it up to make eye contact.

" You'll tell me when you're ready?" He said softly, staring into those hypnotic blue irises. His lips parted to let out a soft breath, lashes fluttering.

" I promise." He hummed, pressing a kiss again the boys pale neck, a smirk on his gentle lips. Wade wondered how good his little Spider would look with a hickey on his throat, marked by him.

The way Peter pushed his head to the side, to better expose his neck was begging Wade for the mark. Peter's breathe came out in gentle, anticipating puffs. The mercenary sucked on the sensitive skin, applying soft nips to the bruising spot. Peter bit his lip, eyes shutting tightly as Wade rubbed circles into his inner thigh.

A soft noise erupted from deep in the Spider's throat, as the mercenary crawled over him. Peter pushed Wade down, to gently connect their lips, his eyes shutting softly. Deadpool pulled the small boy up, so Pete was sitting on his lap.

" Wade?"

" Yeah Pete?"

" You make me really happy.."

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//I don't know what I'm doing with this book anymore :)