𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

32; my world

-'🕷 Wade Wilson had carried his throbbing body all the way to Stark Tower, which, he didn't know how the hell he did. His skin felt like it was oozing off his his body, as he waited for the elevator doors to open. He only had single floor access, the tenth floor. That was better then security risk. Friday made note that he looked terrible, and even pocked up the cancer radiating inside his body.

His bloody feet carried him to Peter's room, he was in too much pain to listen to his screaming boxes. Wade felt hos body collapse on the floor as soon as his throbbing hand touched the door.

Peter used his webs to open his cracked door, brown eyes laying over his lovers pained body. The spider ran to Deadpool's side, pushing the hood off his head to stare into the warm blue eyes.

" Baby," The spider gasped, pressing his soft hands over his cheeks. Light brown eyes examined the nasty scars, through thick lashes. " Can I put you on the bed?"

" Mmm-" He whined out, with a small nod.

Peter used his super strength to pick the larger man up, he was so light. He was used to picking up whole buildings, so Wade wasn't anywhere near a challenge. He went to the small mattress, and gently laid him down.
The spider sat down beside his baby, soft fingertips running over his pained skin. The touch drew a hiss from Wade's lips, as he stared into his lovers eyes.

" Don't..Don't stop.." Wade cried out, it hurt but he craved Peter's touch. " Please.."

" Of course, just let me take your clothes off?" The spider said softly, watching the mercenary nod. His fingers slid up to the zipper, and carefully sliding it down to open the hoodie. " Your burning up, let me go get you a cloth and ice water?"

" no. don't go. please, this is fine." He whimpered, large hands grasping Peter's arm.

He nodded, going back to undressing his body. Peter kept his boxers on, and laid beside his heated body. Wade smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. The scarred, warm lips felt nice against his soft skin.

" Friday?"

" Yes, Peter?"

" Can you please make it colder in here?"

" Yes, setting thermostat to 69° Fahrenheit. Or, as you like to call it " Its hot as fuck" protocol. "

" Thank You, ma'am." Peter called to the A.I. before turning back to his mercenary. " Is that better baby?"

" Yeah. Feels good." He said softly, wrapping an arm around Peter. Wade tugged the boy to his side, leaning down the peck his lips.

The Arachnid's presence alone helped dull his pain, he worked wonders. Peter's hands softly rubbed circles over his heated skin, pressing gentle kisses along his sharp jawline. He mumbled soft " I love you"s against his skin, humming a gentle tune.

Wade rubbed his back, holding him tighter with every kiss. His eyes shut softly, and a content sigh left him.

" I hope you know I'm going to take care of you when you fall asleep.."

" I know you will, kitten." Wade played with those soft curls, eyes peering lovingly into Peter's. " I just can't stop holding you right now.."

" Can you kiss me? Or would it hurt?" Peter said softly, lashes fluttering softly.

Wade didn't answer with words, instead, he connected their lips. They sunk into a soft kiss, holding onto each other.

" I want you to move in with me."

" What?"

" Move in with me." Wade whispered softly, pressing his forehead against Peter's. " You don't have to decide today."

" Yes."

" What?"

" I want to be there, when you get sick like this. I want to hold you on the good days, and nurse you back to health on the bad ones. If..you'll take me?"

" I would fuck you right now if it didn't hurt." Wade chirped against his ear, pulling him closer. He leaned down, nipping at his earlobe.

" As soon as you get better.." Peter trailed off, his hand trailing down his tone stomach. " I promise."

Wade relaxed in the mattress, and pressed gentle pecks against the smallers soft lips. The mercenary gripped his lovers thick thighs, and drew him closer, allowing the leg to rest on his Wade. He wanted the boy to be closer, filling the gap between them.

Wade fell asleep like that, holding onto his small boy. The warmth radiating off his body made there room a toaster oven, and Peter couldn't complain. His mercenary finally allowed him to see even the bad parts, and he was happier then ever.

As soon as the man passed out, he had tended to the man's wounds. He dressed the bloodied feet with bandages, and placed a cold rag over his heated forehead. He did as well as he could, to make his lover feel as comfortable as possible.

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