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SpideyPool - Watch Your Tongue	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 2685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was just one of those days. Nothing was going right. First it started small, he woke up and went to take a shower. Ice fucking cold, the water heater was broke. So, besides the fact he was going to be getting a $700 repair bill, he had to start the day with an ice cold shower.

In the midst of having to rush off to work and find someone to fix the water heater, he forgot his wallet. Only he didn’t realize it until it was his lunch break at work. Great, so lunch consisted of 6 cups of coffee. In hindsight, that much caffeine combined with no food and the water heater incident, not a great idea.

But, there was still hope at this point for the day to turn around. Today was their annual meeting to let the employees know what this year’s raise would be. Everyone gathered, excited. Only to be crushed when everyone was notified there would be no raises this year since this past year’s profits were in the toilet.

The day from hell just couldn’t stop. He didn’t even make it home yet, and it was dark now. Not because he was working overtime, which would have been great for the water heater. It was because he had to apprehend petty crime after petty crime. Six separate incidents. Six in one day after working a full shift.

Peter rubbed his temples through his mask and leaned back against the alley wall. At least it was time to head home. He shot out his webbing to the top of the building and swung up, continuing homeward.

Out of the corner of his eye he seen a figure on a rooftop. He stopped at the building he was at and watched. He inwardly groaned when he recognized the figure as Deadpool. Who was currently opening a window from the roof and swung himself in as agile as a cat.

Peter knew how dangerous Wade was and knew he had to make sure he wasn’t on some sort of manhunt. He swung by his webbing to the building and climbed into the window.

The first thing he heard was, THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! He rounded the corner, envisioning someone getting the crap beat out of them, to find himself in a living room. Wade was turned away from him unclasping and unfastening all his gear, his swords, knifes, guns and utility belt tossed in a pile on the ground.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter asked.

Wade spun around, leveling his last gun on him at Peter, “Ah? I could ask you the same. Didn’t know the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man broke into houses.” He lowered the gun and tossed it on the pile of gear, he sat down on the couch and started to take his shoes off.

Peter frowned, “What are you doing here?”

Wade tossed his boots on the growing pile and stretched out on the couch, “This is my apartment.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I seen you go in through the window.” Peter crossed his arms.

“Do you honestly expect me, dressed like this, to take the stairs? Open that closet over there.”

Peter walked up to the door and opened it carefully, only to find about two dozen of Deadpool’s suits, a few pairs of matching boots, holsters and utility belts.

Wade shrugged when Peter looked at him, “Told you, this is my place. Are you going to say you’re sorry now, baby? I’ll kiss and make up if you do.”

“Fuck off, Wade. I’m going home to take a nice cold shower, so have a great night.”

Wade jumped up and followed Peter, “You don’t need to take a cold shower on my account.” He lunged at Peter, grabbing and squeezing on of his butt cheeks.

“What the hell?” Peter spun around, glaring at the masked grin, “NO! Not like that, I’m taking a cold shower because my fucking water heater broke. This hasn’t been a good day, I haven’t eaten anything all day, I’m not getting a raise this year and I have dealt with 6 petty criminals and now am dealing with you.”

“You sound like you need to release some of the tension, darling…” Wade walked closer to Peter, backing him against the wall.

“Knock it off,” Peter growled.

Wade ignored Peter, “You are the one that came into my home, I bet you did because you want to feel what its like to have me pound you into my mattress.” He ran his fingers along Peter’s chest.

Rage nearly consumed Peter, “Enough!” He shoved Wade back, knocking him to the ground on his back.

Wade chuckled, “I love it when you are rough.”

Peter shot his webbing, pinning Wade’s wrists to the floor above his head.

Wade stretched his head back to look at his wrists, “Kinky.”

Peter scowled down at the infuriating man, who was visibly aroused through the form fitting pants. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Don’t deny the fact that you’d love to sit across my hips right now and ride me.”

With his anger beyond boiling, Peter lunged at Wade, putting their faces so close their noses touched, “Is that really how you think it would be?”

A huge grin spread across Wade’s masked face as he nodded.

Peter felt something mentally snap as he leaned his mouth down to Wade’s ear, “That is not what is going to happen.” He pulled the mask off of Wade, but before he had a chance to complain, he stuffed it in Wade’s mouth. “This will be so much better for me now.” He traced some of the deeper scars on Wade’s face with his fingers, then looked at the blue eyes that had an unreadable expression, “I am not so beneath you that you can treat me like a horny slut. That is your place.”

Wade’s face heated up. He had so many things he wanted to say, most of all that he wanted this. Badly. Peter pushed his shirt up to the top of his chest and was sucking and nipping on one of his nipples while he pinched and rolled the other one. And quite honestly, he felt divine, making his arousal throb harder.

Peter pulled away from Wade’s chest as he slipped a hand down Wade’s pants, stroking his sex slowly. “You are a slut. Do you understand me?”

Wade moaned into the makeshift gag, but managed to nod his head slightly. He watched as Peter backed away from him and started to peel that blue and red suit off, pausing at the mask. But, he just shrugged and tossed it to the side.

Peter smirked at the Merc, “Isn’t it nice to actually be able to listen and watch instead of constantly running your mouth?” He leaned down and pulled the tight pants off of Wade. “You know, even with all these scars you have a nice body.” He crawled over Wade and kissed his neck.

Wade pulled his knees up, suggestively offering himself. Peter continued kissing his jaw and neck as he pressed his sex against him. Wade bit his gag as Peter entered him, bringing tears to his eyes.

Peter slipped a hand behind Wade’s head and his other hand cupped his face. He watched his face intently as he repeatedly thrust into him, first anguish, then transforming more and more into pleasure and lust. Peter pushed himself up onto his hands, so he could better watch the withering man beneath him. Wade’s breathing was heavy, his back arched and heavily muscled body flexed. It was quite a turn on to watch. He looked up to Wade’s mouth and felt a pang of guilt since the gag looked so uncomfortable. He tapped his fingers on the gag, “If I take this out, do you promise to not utter one word?”

Wade half opened his eyes and nodded.

“I swear, if you start running your mouth, it goes back in.” With that, he pulled the mask out of Wade’s mouth. He expected to see relief in Wade’s face, but instead it was something more pleading and needful. “Fine, one thing.”

“Please kiss me.”

And didn’t that just tug on his heart strings, he had to remind himself that this wasn’t meaningless. Even if Wade was different, in his own way, this meant something to him. As much as Wade frustrated him, he didn’t want to hurt or use him. He leaned down and captured Wade’s lips with his own. He ran a hand up Wade’s arm and pulled the webbing off, releasing his bonds.

Wade sighed in relief, blood flow returning to his hands and wrists. He kissed Peter back as one of his hands entwined with Peter’s hair and the other wrapped around his back. The sex became slower and more passionate, in tune to their kissing. Their tongues met, carefully exploring one another.

Peter started kissing harder and faster, desire burning through his body, continuing to once again thrust fast and hard into the man beneath him. Wade held on to him tightly, moans and gasps escaping his lips. He reached a hand between them, holding and stroking Wade’s arousal, “Cum for me,” he whispered.

Wade was consumed with pleasure. And with a few more strokes and thrusts from Peter, his body tipped the scale of orgasm. It completely consumed him, making his body convulse and tremble. He cried our Peter’s name as he clutched onto him.

Peter held onto Wade’s hips to keep them still. The contractions of Wade’s orgasm gripping his sex made him moan out and drive himself into Wade again and again until his own body found it’s release. They lay tangled and gasping for some time. Peter kissed Wade again, slowly and meaningful.
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