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Photo Kabob!	By : benny_grl Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Deadpool Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Deadpool (I wish though!),Spiderman, the avengers or any Marvel Universe, X-Men nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“This is Weasel.” Wade grumbled.
Weasel smiled, holding out a hand to Peter, who grasped it firmly. “Hi. Nice to meet you. Hope this shit brick is treating you well.”
Peter smiled as Wade glared at his friend across the bar. “He’s been almost a complete gentleman.”
“Huh. Weird. That doesn’t sound like him at all.”
Wade groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. “Weez…come on.”
“What? I’m still salty that I’ll never win the pool. Gotta give you grief somehow, right?”
“The what?” Peter asked. Weasel pointed above him to the chalkboard above the bar. Names with dates and amounts of money were written under the word, “Deadpool.” Peter’s smile faltered. The guilt he’d been able to forget about for the night slamming back home. He dropped his gaze.
“So, what do you guys want to drink?” Weasel asked.
“I’ll take a whiskey, please,” Peter muttered.
Wade leaned closer. “Everything okay?”
“Erm…yeah. No…I don’t know,” Pete sighed.
“You can tell me about it.”
Peter looked up to meet those brown eyes. They were filled with understanding, like no matter what Peter said or did, there would be no judgement. He dropped the gaze and grabbed his whiskey, chugging the glass. He slammed it down with a big exhale. “Another, please.” Weasel chuckled, refilling his glass to the brim.
Wade waited patiently beside him as Peter gathered his thoughts. “I have this friend, okay?” Peter said. He chugged his drink again.
“Okay.”
“He’s more a work friend but, I could totally see us hanging out one day, ya know? Not hanging out but, just being actual friends outside of work. Right? Another refill please.”
Wade nodded as Peter continued. “A couple months ago…this friend helped me out. Most people think he’s this really bad guy. But, he’s not. I swear! He’s a little loopy, bordering on insane but he has this great sense of humor and goes out of his way to protect me when we’re in danger, ya know?”
“So, what happened?” Wade asked and took a swig of his own drink.
“Something stupid. It was an accident and this thing got out. And I couldn’t stop it even though It was my fault. I mean, I knew Jamison was an asshole but man, he really is a dick sometimes. I was afraid that my friend would get mad but instead he disappeared. Normally, I’d see him all the time but…he didn’t show up again ‘til the other night. But, I found out that he wasn’t mad, he’d been hurt. He actually thought that what got out was hurting me and that he was the bad influence, ya know? But that’s just not true. It was twisted to make us both look bad but he was actually saving the day. It’s just so stupid that no one knows what a great guy he can be. I just wish I could talk to him. Explain what happened…” Peter wound down, chugging his whiskey again. He sighed and looked as Wade sheepishly. “Sorry to dump this on you.”
Wade smiled, warmth crinkling his eyes. He placed a hand over Peter’s, lightly rubbing his thumb over the tender skin of his wrist. “Oh, Peter. Trust me. I’m sure your friend knows you well enough to know that you would never deliberately hurt him.”
“Wait a minute,” Weasel growled. “Did you just say Peter? As in that shit brick, Peter Parker, who took that photo of you—?”
“Weez!” Wade yelled, slamming his fist on the bar. “Shut you’re face. Get the fuck out of here.”
The bartender held up his hands, walking away but shot Peter a nasty look. “Okay, okay.”
Peter blinked. There’s no way he’d heard Weasel right. He gazed at Wade but the world around him began to tilt. “Crap…even he knows I’m an asshole. Did…uh, did he just say I took a photo of you? Cuz…I feel like I’d ‘member that?” he said, his words beginning to slur.
“Weasel doesn’t know what he’s talking about, never mind him. Okay?” Wade said, waving his hand dismissively.
But, something in the back of Peter’s mind wouldn’t stop niggling at him. He looked up at the chalkboard then back down at Wade. Then, gazed around the room, taking in all the roughneck bikers and bad sorts milling around. “What, uh, is this place, again? It’s just a bar, right?”
“And, a mini pool hall,” Wade said.
“Among other things,” Weasel said from down at the other end of the bar. Wade shot him a glare and the bartender just raised a brow with a shrug.
Wade grabbed his arm as Peter leaned backward, off balance. “Why don’t we get out of here? Whatdya say?” Peter nodded, they began to stand.
“Hey Weasel! I got a gold card for ya, asshole! Job completed. Nasty fuck who needed his eyes plucked out of thru his ass. And I better get paid in cash this time. No gift cards, ya hear mother fucker?” A large stocky, overweight biker with a gray beard lumbered passed the two men as Peter froze. He heard Wade curse behind him, but Peter continued to watch as the man pulled a shiny golden card from his leather vest and placed it next to Weasel.
“Yeah, yeah. Hold your tits. Did you kill them, Buck?” Weasel asked.
“Oh yeah. Just like instructed.”
“All right. I’ll let ‘em know. Here’s your usual.” Weasel slid a shot of brown liquid and whip cream toward the man. “Blow job, on the house.”
“Fat-fucking-Gandalf…” Wade muttered under his breath. His grip squeezed Peter’s arm so hard he was sure they’d bruise.
Peter’s gaze snapped back to his date, but it wasn’t the man he’d originally thought beside him. He broke from Wade’s hold, taking a shaky step backward. Even with liquor coursing through his veins, Peter knew without a doubt in his bones who was staring back at him.
“Deadpool.”
Wade blew out a breath. “Hello, baby-boy.”
Fear like a dead weight dropped in Peter’s stomach. He knew. Not only had Deadpool found Peter Parker, but he knew…his other identity; Spiderman. Holy fuck. “Oh, god.”
“Hey…take it easy. Just sit back down. No ones gonna get hurt, okay? We can talk about this,” Wade coaxed. “Besides, now that everything is out in the open…we can talk about things. Like you’re super attraction to little ol’ me. And, that whole confession. Sounded like love to me.” Wade leaned to the side. “And…dat ass. Mmmm.”
“How’d you find me?”
“Well, I told you. I tracked down your address. Almost ran into Natasha leaving the Bugle. Do not want to be on her bad side. On her back side, maybe. But, not her bad side.” Wade tapped the stool beside him and Peter cautiously re-took his seat. “I had it in my mind to kill the fucking twerp who would besmirch my baby-boy’s name. But five minutes after I’d found your apartment with you there, I knew exactly who you were. It helped that you were still in your suit but, I’d know that lithe body of yours anywhere.”
Peter’s cheeks burned. To hide his embarrassment, he downed his still full glass of whiskey. “But, then you disappeared.”
Wade gave him a big shit eating grin. “No. I didn’t. I watched you. I found out everything there is to know about you, baby boy. Every delicious piece. I even snuck in and looked at all your photos in that dark room you have. Took a few for myself.”
Peter gasped. “You what!”
“Oh, don’t worry. Nothing was harmed. But, now that we’ve come out to each other. How did that photo end up in the papers?” Wade asked, piercing him with his gaze.
Peter flushed. “It was an accident. I gave Jamison a folder of photos I wanted to sell…and that one somehow accidentally got mixed up in the pile. He wouldn’t let me not sell it to him. It was gone before I could do anything. But that’s why Tony and Shield and Natasha all worked so hard to make it disappear. We knew what would happen and I didn’t want you to see it.”
“Okay.” Wade lifted his glass, taking another swig of whiskey.
Peter raised a brow. “Okay? That’s it?”
“Yup. It’s all done and over now.”
“Why?”
Wade smiled, facing Peter and leaned closer. “Because. Now, I know you, you know me. It all worked out for once in this stupid fucking universe in my favor. I’ve been dying to know who you really were beneath the mask. To see your real face, which is way more handsome and epically fucking fuckable than I’d ever dreamed.” That predatorial glint entered his eyes, making Peter swallow. “And, now I know that you find this Colorado topography just as fuckable.”
“What now?”
“We can still finish our date, if you want to,” Wade said. “If not, I’ll have Dopinder take you home, safe and sound.”
Peter mulled over the choices in his head. Finally, he decided. “Call Dopinder, please,” Peter said.
Wade’s face fell, striking a guilty nerve in Peter’s heart. The man just crumbled, his shoulders hunching over as he turned away. Wade pulled out his phone and called the taxi, then held up a hand for another drink. He did it all without looking Peter in the eye. Peter could hear Weasel cussing him out under his breath at the other end of the bar, his glare making his Spidey-sense tingle. But soon, Wade’s phone chimed, and Wade signaled to Peter that his ride had arrived.
Peter stood, heading out of the bar. But just before he rounded the corner, he glanced back. Wade was staring after him, a heartbroken expression on his face.
Peter smiled and held out his hand. “Aren’t you coming, too?” Wade’s jaw dropped but his eyes lit up like Christmas. He downed his drink, and then began tripping over himself until he reached Peter.
“You didn’t really think I was that heartless, did you?” Peter asked. Wade shrugged, a small smile appearing on trembling lips.
“Well, then. Let’s go.”
****
The whole ride back to Peter’s apartment Wade gripped his hand. Like a vise. But Peter was content to let him hold on. He was having trouble believing this night and everything they’d learned was actually true. And Wade was nervous. He hadn’t been nervous before. In fact, he’d swaggered around like an alley cat, stalked him like a wolf on the hunt. That was why Wade had seemed so familiar…and why his Spidey-senses hadn’t tripped out.
Peter had no idea what to expect. This night was going way different than anything he’d had in mind. That’s for sure. He assumed Wade was thinking the same. They were both sitting in silence, a heavy atmosphere hanging In the air. Dopinder’s eyes darted between them, trying to gage what the problem might be, but Peter just shook his head, and gave him a warning look to leave it be.
They finally arrived at his building and Peter and Wade got out the car. Wade waved as Dopinder left then turned to follow Peter inside. As they approached Peter’s door, he spied the lock and reached for his key. Memories of earlier that night entered his mind. Peter blushed, his hand freezing just before inserting the key. The promise whispered into his ear made him burn all over again and he tried unlocking his door but missed. He tried again. Missed again.
“Shit,” Peter grumbled, fumbling with the key.
“You okay?” Wade asked. He reached around, grabbing Peter’s wrist and helped him steady himself enough to put the key in the lock, twisting it open. Peter burned where he’d touched him. God, he wanted that touch everywhere.
Wade must’ve felt the change in Peter’s demeanor because he froze behind him, his body tensing up. Then, slowly…god, so slowly, Wade’s body pressed into him. His hand trailed back down his arm, up Peter’s shoulder, around to the front…along his collar bone. Peter sucked in a breath as teeth scraped down and then bit into a tender part of his neck.
Peter whimpered, pleasure tingling down to his toes. “Wade!” He said with a gasp.
“Oh my god, ba-by boy,” Wade growled, punctuating every syllable. “Don’t say my name like that or I’m liable to make you mine right here in this hall…” Well, if that didn’t just turn Peter on even more, his pants growing tight as his erection grew.
“Hell yes,” Peter groaned, rubbing his ass against the growing hot length behind him.
Wade laughed. “As much as I’d loved to get my voyeur on right now, I’d rather take my time and make a real mess of you inside.” He reached out, turning the door knob. As the door creaked open, Peter was swept into his arms, one under his legs, the other around his waist. Wade carried him like he weighed about as much as a rag doll and fuck, it was hot. “Where’s the bedroom?”
Peter pointed to the back area, the only door down a small, unlit hallway. Wade entered his bedroom in record time. Before Peter could flick the switch on the wall, Wade proceeded to fling him onto the bed. “Sorry, Petey-pie. This fugly mug doesn’t do lights. Okay?”
“That’s fine. But, I don’t think your ugly. And, don’t you want to see me?”
“Oh, but I can. Tonight, is all about you.” Peter could also see in the dark, it was one of the lucky traits he’d received from the bite. But, this time, Peter would hold that factoid back for now. Because at that moment, Wade began to strip.
God. He was so beautiful. Scars and all. Every inch of skin that was revealed, every rippling muscle beneath…damn. Wade pulled off everything waist up. Then, he came closer, and began to strip Peter. First, he worked to untie his shoes, pulling each off, one by one, his eyes fully fixed on Peter’s as he watched. They remained there as Wade continued to take off Peter’s socks and then, crawled forward to begin unbuttoning his shirt. The tension built with each button that came undone, Peter practically trembling beneath Wade’s fingertips as they grew closer and closer to his groin. Peter reached out, running a fingertip over Wade’s thigh and a hiss of breath left the other man’s lips.
“Don’t do that,” Wade growled. “Or I won’t be able to hold myself back.”
Peter leaned forward, his face eye level with Wade’s abs. Peter smirked at the mercenary before him. “Whose asking you to?”
Hands reached down and dragged Peter up by his collar. Warm lips pressed against his, a tongue sliding between his lips with expert skill. Peter melted, his body catching fire. His hands gripped Wade’s shoulders, holding on tight as Peter was dragged off the bed and held against the wall while they continued to kiss. Peter had his heels braced on the wood of his bed’s head board, Wade’s body pressing into him, hands tangling into his hair. Teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, Wade’s tongue swirling around his, dancing over his teeth.
Then, Wade’s fingers found Peter’s hands and wrapped around his wrists, pulling them off his body and spreading out his arms to either side. He slowly turned Peter’s palms and pushed them into the wall. Wade released his mouth, leaning his head back to catch Peter’s gaze. “You’re gonna want to use that Spidey grip of yours for a bit.”
Peter raised a brow but braced his fingertips on the wall and his toes into the wood. When he felt secure, he nodded to Wade.
The mercenary smiled. “Oh boy. I have always wanted to do this!” Wade kissed down his neck, nibbling at the skin. Slowly, he began moving lower, brushing Peter’s shirt to the side. Hands were on Peters pants, unbuttoning them without an issue. Peter gasped as fingertips brushed against him through the fabric, and bit his lip.
But then a hot mouth was enveloping his nipple. Peter moaned, his back arching off the wall. Wade’s tongue swirled around, teeth biting the nub. But nothing compared to feeling of Wade’s rough, callused hand slip through his boxer briefs and grip his aching cock. It was enough to almost make Peter lose his grip on the wall.
Peter panted, his chest bobbing as he groaned loudly. “God…Deadpool…Fuck, that feels good.” Wade chuckled into his chest, his mouth continuing lower, hot kisses travelling closer and closer to Peter’s waiting member, Wade’s hand pumping steadily. And the other forced his thigh to spread wider. The position was awkward, but Peter was just flexible enough that it worked without bothering him too much. Peter groaned as teeth nibbled that soft skin between thigh and hip. Lips moved toward his cock, hot breath tingling over wet skin that had just been licked. His hips bucked, begging for relief, calluses not enough friction. He needed more…god, please… “More…”
The whine left Peter’s lips but he wasn’t embarrassed. In his delirium of lust, he could only think about relief, only wanted…wanted more… He felt Wade smiled against his thigh, those lips curling up and Peter whimpered. “Please,” he begged. His hips bucked again but Wade seemed content to continue the sweet torture with just his hand, lips exploring elsewhere.
Just as he gave up hope, that hot mouth grazed his taint, eliciting a small squeak from Peter’s throat with surprise. They locked eyes and Wade chuckled, brown eyes full of humor. But Peter’s head fell back into the wall again as Wade continued his ministrations. He cupped Peter’s balls with his lips, delicately using his tongue to suck them inside, slurping on them as they tightened. Sweet fucking agony with every lick.
“God…Wade…Deadpool, whoever…fuck, that’s sooo goood…ah,” Peter moaned. It must’ve been the magic words because Wade immediately had his cock engulfed in his mouth, purring around the length. Peter arched off the wall, almost losing his grip as all the blood rushed to his groin. He cried out, a tongue swirling around him like a goddamned lollipop. Then, stars exploded, his vision going blurry as he came. Wade sucked at him for every bit, gulping his cum down like it was going out of style. His body trembled which continued as the high of his orgasm slowly dissipated.
Peter lost his grip, but warm hands caught him as he slid back down to the bed. “Oh, baby boy. That was delicious,” Wade murmured into his neck, arms around his waist. He felt Wade maneuver him until Peter was on his back again. But then, a layer of covers were pulled to his chest.
Peter blinked, sleepy eyes gazing up. “Wade?”
The man sat on the bed beside him, legs over the edge. “Hey, petey-pie…”
“Wait…what about you?” Peter could see the tent still at the front of Wade’s pants.
Wade leaned over and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be fine. We can continue later…when your not so liquored up. Ok? Wouldn’t want you to hate me for getting you drunk and fucking your brains out. I’m a fucked up asshole, but even this fugly chew toy has standards, ya know?”
Peter sighed. Disappointment rose in his chest but all of sudden exhaustion creeped up and it was an effort to keep his eyes open. “Ok…Wade?”
“Hmm?”
Peter reached out, taking Wade’s hand. “You’re cherry skills are on point.”
Wade barked in laughter, his head falling back. He planted a kiss on Peter’s mouth. “Sleep tight, baby boy. I’ll see ya later.” Wade grabbed his clothes and headed out of the apartment. Peter was still smiling to himself when he finally passed out.
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