An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types, Deadpool (2016) RPF, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Original Male Character(s), Weasel, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Michelle Jones, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Protective Wade Wilson, Friends to Lovers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Wade Wilson, Omega Peter Parker, Love Confessions, Misunderstandings, Peter is done, Cuddling & Snuggling, There's a baby, Fluff, Jealous Wade Wilson, Wade is Inspired by a Parks and Rec episode, 5+1 Things
Summary:
Wade takes a step forward and sees multiple pairs of eyes flash up, vigilant, waiting patiently like starving hyenas trying to devour Bambi when he least expects it. Right, well, leaving to go order right now doesn't seem like the smartest thing to do. Wade kindly sits back down in his seat.
Or, five times Wade Wilson was jealous and the one time he acted on it (and scored himself a happy ending).
Better This Way (Masterlist)(Spideypool ABO)(Complete)
Welcome to the story! This will be a good, angsty ride with all the strong feels and smut that comes with ABO-verse, and I hope you guys enjoy it!
My Spideypool ship has Andrew Garfield as Peter, and Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool.
THIS FIC IS COMPLETE
Enjoy!
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No one knows Spider-Man is an Omega. Not the newspapers, not the NYPD, and certainly not the overly loud, definitely obnoxious, sort-of-a-good-guy, completely Alpha, Deadpool.
And Peter would like it to stay that way.
But when he drops into an unexpected heat, Deadpool is the only person he can call to help, and how quickly the Alpha switches from shouting dirty innuendos to whispering comforting things really throws Peter for a loop.
After sharing a heat, Peter is convinced that Wade is his Alpha, and is ready to take him as his mate, but Wade rejects him.
Wade knows that a man like him wouldn't make anyone a good mate, much less a perfect, pretty Omega like Peter. So he says no, pushes the Omega away and unable to even work together anymore, they go their separate ways.
Peter is devastated, heartbroken, seeking comfort in the arms of another Alpha, and all Wade can do is watch from a distance, and keep telling himself that he is doing the right thing, sparing Peter a life of disappointment and pain. Peter deserves better than him as a Mate, and one day Peter will understand.
“I didn't expect to hear from you.” Harry reached across the table and squeezed Peter's hand gently. “When you didn't call me back…”
“I'm sorry.” Peter chewed at his bottom lip. “I probably should have called you but I wanted to have this conversation in person. For old times sake and all that.”
“Of course.” Harry took a sip of his coffee. “It's a good look on you by the way.” He motioned to Peter's neck, to the bonding mark prominently on display above the collar of his shirt. “Being mated.”
“Thanks.” Peter blushed and looked down. It had been almost a month but he still got a little flustered whenever anyone congratulated him on his new bond. The mark was still the bright red of a recent mating, and even though it would eventually turn to silver, right now everyone who passed him knew he was newly bonded. “I'm um--Harry I--”
“Hey.” Harry squeezed his hand again. “I knew when you didn't call me back that everything had worked out with your Alpha.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Pete. I watched the news--” Harry lowered his voice so no one would overhear. “I saw what you did, to save those people. It was incredible. And I saw the way your Alpha came running to pick you up and carry you away. When I called, I knew you would only call me back if things didn't work out between you two. And obviously they did.”
Harry sat back with a grin. “I'm happy for you Pete.”
“But I thought you wanted--” Peter sighed. “I shouldn't even bring this up, but your voicemail, you said--”
“You know what, honey?” The Alpha sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I meant everything I said, of course I did. But you and I-- how long have we known each other?”
“Since we were six.” Peter answered promptly. “First grade.”
“Right.” Harry smiled fondly. “And we were sophomores when we presented and started sharing heats together right? We were basically a couple up until after graduation. But we never actually were. We were always just friends who shared heats to make that sort of thing easier on each other. Which was fine. It was always nice, right?”
“And Pete, things were always good between us, but never once in all those years did we ever imprint on each other. Not once. And that tells me that we aren't meant to be together.”
“You on the other hand--” Harry cleared his throat. “--imprinted so strongly on your Alpha that even a month after sharing a heat and him leaving you were still unable to say Alpha without getting sick. And I can't argue with that sort of thing.”
“I'm sorry.” Peter whispered and Harry shook his head.
“I'm not. I'm not. What you have with this Alpha is something you and I wouldn't ever have. Something that seems wild and dangerous and even though I know--” he softened his voice again. “--about the Spider-Man thing, your Alpha lives it. Understands it and understands that part of you in a way I could never hope to. You and I would be fine together and things would be nice and easy but… who wants nice when there's something more exciting out there for both of us?”
Tears welled in Peter's eyes and slipped down his cheek and Harry reached out to brush them away, to cup his jaw.
“I love you, Pete.” Harry got out of his seat and knelt by Peter's side, laying the barest kiss on his lips. “But you are where you're supposed to be, with the Alpha who's meant for you. To be honest, your scent has changed so much after bonding that I hardly recognize it anymore. You smell like you're his. And that's perfect.”
“Thank you.” Peter mumbled and nuzzled close to his oldest friend, breathing in the familiar scent for a moment. “Thank you for making this so easy on me.”
Harry hugged him tight, briefly, before pulling away. “All that being said, I'm sure your Alpha won't be pleased that you're going to come home smelling like me so--”
“Oh, he will definitely do something outrageous to make sure I only smell like him.” Peter wiped his eyes. “The other night I came home and smelled like an Alpha I had rescued. So he stripped me down and then covered me in--” he snapped his mouth shut. “You don't need to know that.”
“I don't.” Harry agreed but then he was laughing, so Peter laughed too and the anxiety in his chest eased a little.
“So.” Harry cleared his throat. “Where are you guys going for a honeymoon? Or do superheroes not get to honeymoon after they bond?”
“I was thinking somewhere with a beach.” Peter confessed with a shrug. “Somewhere we can just be a couple and not--” he made a motion like a mask. “You know?”
“Yeah.” Harry's eyes were soft. “I'm happy for you Pete.”
“Thanks Harry.”
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As they were walking out of the coffee shop, Harry stopped and turned to him.
“Pete. I was serious about California. If you ever decide you don't want to do this sort of thing anymore, there's a place for you and your Alpha at my company, alright? We have a branch in London as well, and one is going up in Singapore. If you want an out from this life and can't figure out how to do it, call me.”
“I will.” Peter promised, and hugged the Alpha one more time, letting the feeling of family fill him.
“Go get your Alpha, Pete. Make him take you somewhere with palm trees.”
Peter stood on the corner and waved as Harry drove away, then pulled out his phone to call Wade.
“Hey baby boy. You alright? Your friend alright?”
“Wade.” Peter cleared his throat. “Will you take me somewhere there's palm trees?”
“Pick up a speedo on your way home.” Wade answered. “Let's get the hell out of here.”
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Some Beach, Somewhere, Several Months Later
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The Omega was driving every Alpha in the bar crazy.
There was just no reason to be wearing pants that tight, or that low cut while playing pool. But there he was, bending over the pool table to line up his shot, black jeans riding low on lean hips. The Omega wasn't even wearing a shirt, lean muscles shifting and rippling every time he moved, and the silver bonding mark on his neck was on full display, which only made the way he looked worse.
Sure it was hot, pushing a hundred degrees in the sun and even tonight it was still close to eighty when the sun went down. But that didn't mean the Omega needed to ask for a beer, just to rub the cool glass over his forehead, lick the condensation off the neck of the bottle before taking a long drink, tilting his head back to they could all see his throat moving as he swallowed.
No, the Omega was asking for trouble, and he was about to find it.
“Want to play a game?”
The guy was a big Alpha, dark skinned and muscular, a rumbling voice and ready smile. Except he wasn't really smiling so much as he was leering and the Omega tilted his head, dragging his fingers through thick brown hair and chewing on a full bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Well, now, I don't know. I was having fun just messing around by myself.” He grinned then and turned his back on the Alpha, bending over to line up another shot.
The Alpha growled, laying a heavy hand on the Omegas waist.
“It's not smart to turn your back on an Alpha, boy. Not when you’re the only Omega in this place.”
“Oh my god.” The Omega laughed softly. “It is not a good idea to touch me.” He sent the Alpha a look over his shoulder, turning his head to show off the bond mark. “Don't you see that?”
“Where’s your Alpha then?” The big man challenged. “You smell like you’re about a day from your heat. Where’s your Alpha if you’re in here showing off?”
“Just playing a game, man.” The Omega answered easily. “If you don't like it, leave. You don't have to sit there on the bar stool and stare at me.”
The Alpha growled then, low and angry, furious at being disrespected in front of the rest of the Alphas, furious that the Omega had the nerve to talk back.
“Now you listen here, Omega---” he grabbed the pool stick and yanked hard, then yanked harder when the stick didn't budge. “What the---”
“Damn, I told you it wasn't a good idea to touch me.” The Omegas eyes were sparking angrily, and he ripped the pool stick right out of the big Alphas grip, holding it lightly in one hand. Then he clenched his fist and the stick broke right in half, and he moved impossibly fast, snatching the other piece out of the air as it fell.
The Alpha backed up a step, not willing to admit he was nervous, but come on-- the Omega had just snapped a pool stick one handed and that was a little terrifying.
“Now.” The Omega twirled one half of the stick between his fingers idly. “Do you want to try and touch me again or---”
“Peter!” Wade's deep voice cut through the noise in the bar and Peter relaxed instantly, a smile nearly splitting his face.
“Wade.” He dropped the broken stick and wrapped his arms around Wade's neck, kissing him deeply. “Hi.”
“Are you fucking around with the Alphas?” Wade demanded, looking displeased and Peter frowned, instantly looking the picture of and innocent Onega.
“Wade, I was just--”
“This your bitch?” the other Alpha interrupted. “Put a leash on it before it gets in trouble, huh?”
Peter nearly jumped out of Wade's arms. “What did you call me?” he snarled, and Wade clapped a hand over his mouth, tightening his arms around Peter's waist and hoping the Omega wouldn't lose his temper and break his arm while trying to get to the other Alpha.
“You got something you need to say to me and my Omega?” He growled, his eyes flashing red. “Go ahead and say it, see if I won't break your jaw.”
The other Alpha swallowed nervously, looking around for support, but no one else in the bar was even looking at him. They were all familiar with Wade-- the scarred Alpha with a penchant for violence-- and his Omega-- beautiful but terrifying with superhuman strength and a temper to match.
Finally the Alpha just spit on the ground, eyeing them angrily, before stomping away.
As soon as he was gone, Wade signalled the bartender for a beer and scowled down at Peter. “Baby boy, why are you in here trying to start fights? And looking like this? I should beat your ass just for leaving the house. You're asking for trouble.”
“I'm all amped up!” Peter whined. “Don't have an outlet for anything anymore. All amped up and antsy and---”
“You’re due for your heat tomorrow.” Wade's voice gentled and he cuddled his Omega closer. “You could have just woken me up and demanded I do something for you. Especially dressed like that honey, I would've been up to help.” He nipped at Peter's ears teasingly and smiled when the Omega purred softly. “You shouldn't be out here looking for a fight.”
“He didn't stand a chance.” Peter grumbled but plastered himself even closer, his purr growing louder as he worked his hands under Wade's shirt to rub over his rough skin. “Alpha--”
“Well then you definitely shouldn't have been looking for a fight.” Wade kept his voice firm, even though he was melting beneath his omegas touch, loving the soft sounds Peter was making. “You should have woken me up.”
“You were tired.” Peter pouted, but lay his head on his Alphas shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent and sighing. “I didn't want to bother you.”
“Bratty thing.” Wade said affectionately and kissed his head. “You’re never bothering me. Come on.”
He paid for the beer, slipped the bartender another twenty to pay for the broken pool stick and took the bottle to go, wrapping his arm over Peter's shoulders and making him go as well.
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Peter was amped up, and it was almost two hours before he was finally satisfied, curled up next to Wade in their hammock outside the little beach house they were renting.
“Why are you so antsy?” Wade nudged him lightly. “Besides your heat. You’re not missing those tall buildings are you?”
“No.” Peter giggled a little, still coming down from a post-sex high. “No, don't miss the tall buildings. It's just, you know I used to do things. Run myself ragged helping people. I was exhausted all the time, but I was helping. All we’ve done for the last few months is swim and fuck in the ocean and play in the sand and fuck on the beach and clean house and then destroy it with sex and---”
Wade shouted with laughter. “The mouth on you!” He said approvingly and kissed Peter's head. “Well, Petey-pie, what do you want to do? We’ve got plenty of money, where do you want to go next? Want to head back to the mainland and do the hero thing for a few months? We could spend our winters on the beach and our summers saving the world?”
“I don't want to go back.” Peter snuggled closer and closed his eyes. “That part of our life is done.”
“Alright then.” Wade kicked at the ground, getting the hammock moving and settled in to hold his Omega, watching the waves crash on the beach a few yards in front of them.
Wade had been surprised when Peter had told him he wanted to leave all those months ago and not just go on a vacation
“So, you want to leave, for real?”
“I do. Maybe an island? Somewhere with a beach? Just for a break, I think. I'm just… I don't think I want to do this forever.”
“I can do that.” Wade nodded.
“Yeah?” Peter asked hopefully. “You don't think I'm being selfish by wanting to leave?”
“Spidey,” Wade elbowed him. “New York seems to attract every superhero in the business. The city is fine. I'm down for an island. A beach. Sipping Mai Tais while watching my Omega frolic in the waves.”
“Frolic?”
“Naked. Yes. Frolic naked in the waves. Lets go.”
“Really? When?”
“Tomorrow?” Wade suggested. “Pete, I have literal bags of money. I mean honestly, that closet in the second bedroom? Literally filled with duffel bags of money because I get paid just stupid amounts of money to do what I do. And I don't spend it on anything except mexican food and rent in my shitty apartment. So when do you want to go?”
“Bags, huh?” Peter grinned. “I knew there was a reason I wanted you as an Alpha.”
“That had everything to do with my dick and you damn well know it.” Wade grumbled, then laughed when Peter launched himself at him, nearly smothering him with a kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
So that had been that. It hadn't been exactly the next day, but within a month they had broken their leases and paid off anything outstanding and set a date to leave.
Beach life was fun. Wade was a hardcore relaxer-- always had a beer in his hand, always out swinging in his hammock. Peter spent his days working in the villages, helping repair roofs and buying all the trinkets and homemade items he could, trying to help bolster the economy.
He hadn't worn suppressants or blockers since they had left New York and for the first time he was able to just be an Omega. The freedom from all his Spider-Man related responsibilities had brought out his playful side, and Wade very much enjoyed this side of his Omega. Peter was all sarcastic comments and snarky one liners and teasing and provoking his Alpha with his body and the way he dressed. His temper, which he had always kept so tightly leashed back home, always surprised Wade and when they argued now they really argued.
Wade had a sneaking suspicion that Peter picked fights just for the make up sex, which was loud and rough and usually ended in something broken just because they could be like that together.
They could spend hours in bed or hours on the beach or hours doing nothing and it didn't matter because Peter was happier than he had ever been, and Wade was just happy for the first time in his life.
It was good like this.
But all the roof repairs in the world and all the late night swins that ended in them doing something x-rated on the beach just weren't enough to keep a former-hero busy, so Wade understood that Peter was getting restless.
“When you decide where you want to go, just tell me.” He said softly. “Where ever you want, honey. It's fine with me. We can do whatever you want.”
“There was a big earthquake in Haiti.” Peter offered. “We could go and help rebuild. You and I could put a house together faster than anyone else, just the two of us. We have the money to help out, too, with building roads and paying for school for the kids and stuff.”
“Pete, when I said we could go to live the beach life, I meant we could be drunk and barefoot all the time, not that I wanted to join Habitat for Humanity.”
“But I thought---” Peter sounded distressed and Wade kissed him.
“Joking. Whatever you want, Omega. Whatever you need. You want to go help rebuild Haiti? Let’s go.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course.” Wade shrugged. “I knew what I was getting into when I fell for a hero. It's fine. Let’s go save the world.”
Peter relaxed back against him and Wade took a deep breath, the wind and warmth and home scent of his Omega lulling him to sleep.
“Better this way.” Peter murmured and Wade smiled sleepily. “With you. With us.”
“Definitely better this way, honey. Always better with you.”
“Damn it, say something, Spidey.” Wade muttered after what seemed like years of silence. “Say anything, just stop staring at me.”
“Oh my god.” All the anger rushed out of him and Peter slid from the recliner and to his knees on the floor. “Wade.”
Wade closed his eyes against the trickle of hope that filled him when Peter didn't recoil from the mess that was his face. “Did he fuck you?” he asked again. “Did he help you through your heat?”
“Would you be upset?” Peter was still staring, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously.
“I'd kill him.” Wade stated, his body tensing. “I'd kill him.”
“Why?” Wade still wasn't looking at him, so Peter reached up and pulled his mask and then his gloves off, setting them on the floor. “Why would that upset you?”
“And?” Peter prompted, and crept closer, edging towards the big Alpha.
“You’re MINE.” Wade repeated, louder this time. “You’re mine Pete, and the thought of you with another Alpha---”
“And what?” Peter urged. “Why else? Why does the thought of me with another Alpha make you angry?”
“Because…” a shuddering sigh, hiding his face in his hands. “Because I’m... yours.”
“My Alpha.” Peter whispered and Wade nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Say it.” Peter was almost in front of him now, almost touching but not quite, his hands hovering over Wade's legs. “Say it. My alpha. Mine.”
“Your Alpha.” Wade’s voice was shaking. “Your Alpha, Pete.”
“That's right.” Peter touched him then, running his hands up Wade's thighs, startling the Alpha into looking up, sitting back in surprise when he realized how close Peter was.
“Pete---”
“My Alpha.” Peter moved from the floor up to his lap, sliding to straddle Wade's waist in one smooth motion. “My Alpha. You’re so beautiful, god just look at you. Why do you hide from me? Why would you hide from me, oh my god.”
“Pete--” Wade tried to look away, was keeping his hands by his side, but Peter shook his head and traced his fingers over Wade's jaw, over his lips and up to his eyes.
“Kiss me.” he whispered and when Wade opened his mouth to protest, Peter covered it with one hand, shaking his head firmly. “We’ve shared a heat, and saved each other’s lives and eaten more late night mexican food together than anyone else, ever. And you’ve never kissed me. Not once. I just want a kiss. Just one kiss from my Alpha. No masks, no suits, just a kiss, come on.”
He moved his hand and stared deep into Wade's eyes before leaning in slowly, dropping his gaze to Wade's lips. “Just one kiss from my Alpha. Wade I want you so much---”
His words fell into a sigh when Wade brought their mouths together for a short kiss. “Mmm, another one.” Peter whispered, and this time he kissed Wade, nipping and teasing at the Alphas bottom lip, his tongue flicking along the seam of his mouth until Wade opened beneath him with something that sounded like a sob.
“Pete.” Wade groaned low in his throat and finally--finally fucking finally- brought his hands up to hold Peter's waist, then higher, pressing Peter closer to him as they kissed, their tongues slipping and curling together in the warm heat of their mouths. Peter was sighing and panting softly, running his hands up Wade's arms, squeezing at the large biceps and scratching lightly over the rough skin.
“Does that hurt?” he whispered and Wade shook his head.
“Feels good when it's you.”
“Alpha.” Peter practically purred the word and Wade reached up to touch Peter's face, hesitating at the last minute. Peter licked his lips and laced their fingers together, bringing Wade’s rough palm to his cheek. “You feel good, Wade. So good against me.”
“You gonna finish any of those sentences?” Peter teased, and turned his mouth into Wade's palm, breathing in deep. “You’re so beautiful, Alpha. My Alpha. I love your eyes. They look like whiskey. And you have a perfect fucking jaw and---Mmmm.” Peter moaned and kissed Wade again, harder now, spreading his legs to settle further on top of Wade's thick thighs, rocking his hips forward--
--and freezing in surprise when Wade growled, the Alpha planting one hand on Peter's ass and urging him forward again, lifting his own hips so Peter could feel the thick line of his cock through his jeans.
“Pete.” Wade's voice dropped into something dangerous, the tentative, innocent, slow between them changing rapidly to heated, mine, now. “Omega--”
“Again.” Peter gasped and kissed Wade eagerly. “Again, say it again.”
“Omega.” Wade repeated, this time with a sharp little bite onto Peter's neck. “Omega, want you---”
“Yesyesyesyes---” Peter was already moving off his lap, already pulling his suit off, the shirt flung somewhere across a chair, and his pants coming off just as fast. “Alpha- alpha-alpha---”
He cried out when Wade stood up and snatched him close, grinding their hips together and sucking a bruise onto his collarbone. “Bedroom.” Wade instructed and started walking them backwards.
Peter stopped though, sliding his hands up Wade's chest to the collar of his shirt. He hesitated, glanced up into Wade's eyes, and ripped the shirt right in half, biting at his lip and whimpering when he saw so many muscles and so much skin.
“My Alpha.” He choked out, dragging his nails over the defined rows on Wade's abdomen. “You’re so big, so big and strong and gorgeous, I can't even stand it.”
“Bedroom.” Wade said again, less of a suggestion and more a demand, trying hard to keep himself from tearing up because there was so much acceptance and maybe love? pouring from the omega that he thought he would drown. “Come here, honey.” he took Peter's hands to lead him to the bedroom, but Peter just shook his head and stepped away from him, backing towards the wall, his brown eyes nearly glowing with want, lust, take me as he went.
“Alpha.” Peter stopped when he hit the wall, beckoning for Wade. “Like this.”
“On the wall?” Wade asked. “But your bruises, honey, and---”
“And what?” Peter tilted his head, baring his neck in a completely submissive show, looking at Wade from beneath thick lashes. “Who cares about bruises? Come here, Alpha. Show me how strong you are.”
Wade gave up trying to resist the omega and was on him in an instant, lifting him off the floor and directing those long legs around his waist, pinning Peter to the wall. One hand wound through all that thick hair, holding him still so they could keep licking and biting into each other's mouth, and with the other Wade opened his pants, shoving them down his thighs.
“Yes.” Peter's head dropped back, closing his eyes. “Alpha.” He tightened his legs and canted his hips up, both of them cursing when they rubbed together. Wade hadn't even been wearing underwear, and the heavy Alpha cock throbbed, leaking wet against Peter's boxers.
“Are you sure?” Wade asked then, just one more time so he knew for sure---and Peter was nodding quickly, dragging him in for another kiss, shifting against the wall restlessly. “Need a yes or no from you honey, come on, use your words.”
“Yes!” Peter cried and dragged his nails down Wade's back, trying to force the Alpha even closer. “Alpha, my alpha---” God he was so ready, could feel himself getting damp, his body loosening to prepare for the Alpha, and he knew the exact moment Wade could scent the slick flowing from him because his whiskey colored eyes started shading red as the Alpha came forward even more.
Peter didn't even register Wade tearing his boxers off, because first there was fingers, dragging between his legs to feel how wet he was, then Wade's cock, thick and blunt, pressing against his entrance, and he was lost.
“Wade! Oh fuck fuck Alpha yes---” his words dissolved into a moan as Wade slid inside him, the stretch so good he wanted to scream and the burn just sharp enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“Pete.” Wade buried his face in the Omegas neck when all of him was inside all of Peter, when he could feel every shiver and tremor, hear every little whimper that Peter couldn't quite muffle as he tried to adjust to the feeling of Wade. “Baby boy---”
“It's just you.” Peter whispered then, his lips barely moving against Wade's ear. “Just you. I spent my heat alone, he didn't help me. Nobody helped me. My omega only wants you. Only you, Alpha.”
Wade's fingers tightening on his waist was his only warning, and Peter yelled when Wade pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into him.
Wade took him hard and fast, the hand on Peter's waist adding to the bruises already there, the other hand braced on the wall above their heads, spurred on by the words tumbling from Peter's mouth-- yes Alpha my alpha waited for you come on come on want you so bad-- and the way Peter arched into every thrust, the way he wrapped both arms around Wade's neck and kept dragging him back for longer and longer kisses.
“Omega.” Wade was growling, panting, pulling Peter down onto his cock with every stroke until the Omega couldnt hardly talk anymore and only had broken little moans, desperate gasps to give. “Pete let me--”
Wade reached down between their bodies, eager to stroke Peter, touch him, bring him off but Peter shook his head and grabbed Wade's wrist, forcing it back up above his head and lacing their fingers together.
“I can come like this.” He promised, his voice hoarse and raw and wonderful. “I can come with just you inside me, Wade, my Alpha, call me yours, tell me I'm yours, tell me--”
“Mine.” Wade snarled and snapped his hips forward, even deeper inside the omega. “My Omega, mine.”
“Yes--” Peter's head smacked the wall as a tremor rocked his body as Wade stroked into him just right. “Yes again. Say it again, again, never stop saying it never stop--”
“Mine.” Wade said again. “Peter, Omega, sweet perfect pretty thing, all mine. My mate, mine.”
The last words were growled, the rumble in his chest making them barely decipherable, but Peter heard them anyway and his eyes flew open wide, his body locking up, and his back arching out from the wall--
---Wade's knees nearly gave out when the Omegas sweet body clenched around him and his roar of pleasure was nearly lost behind the scream as Peter fell over his own edge, spilling hot and wet between their bodies. Then Peter was crying out all over again when the Alpha swelled inside him, impossibly bigger for those few seconds before Wade found his release as well, pulsing and pouring into him until Peter was full and sobbing, tears running down his face.
“Alpha my-my Alpha.” He stuttered and Wade grabbed him tight, nearly smothering him with a possessive kiss, then leaning down to nip at the base of his neck, licking and tasting over where the bonding bite would go.
Each scrape of his teeth had Peter whining and shuddering around him, tilting his head further to give Wade more access, heavy lines of yours, take me, yours filling the air between them, and Wade could been drunk off the heady feeling of acceptance, love, mine from the Omega.
But Peter was still sniffling, still choked up, so Wade lifted his head to kiss away the tears. “Baby boy.” Wade whispered. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
“No. No no no.” Peter shook his head, then turned with a little whimper so Wade would keep nibbling over the bonding spot. “So stupid, just emotional, been so long apart and I thought we’d never do this-- you said that we couldn't--and I thought--”
“I know what I said.” Wade pressed one last kiss on his neck before kissing his lips again. “I know what I said, but I've said a lot of stupid shit, huh?”
“Yeah.” Peter laughed a little, but was still hiding his face, still breathing in little hiccups. “It's better this way, though right? Together?”
“So much better this way, honey.” Wade assured him. “I know we have to talk about a lot of stuff--”
“--yeah, after I kick your ass for being a dick for the last month--”
“--that's fair.” Wade kissed his hair. “But lets maybe get into the bathroom and take a shower because we're gonna make a mess on the floor when I pull out and I'm gonna make your perky ass clean it up.”
“Wade.” Peter was still not looking up, but his voice was exasperated. “I saved your life today. You clean up our mess.”
“The mess is your fault.” Wade countered, smiling because it felt so good to be trading sarcasm with each other again, and lifted Peter off the wall. “I wanted to be in the bedroom.”
“That's fair.” Peter admitted, then lifted his head long enough to spy what was left of his boxers. “Hold on.”
He tightened his legs around Wade's waist, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously when Wade's cock flexed inside him in interest, then he bent over backwards, his back curving into a sharp arch until he could reach the shredded material, before taking a deep breath and lifting himself back up into Wade's arms.
“Jesus.” Wade muttered, watching all the muscles in Peter's stomach ripple as he moved, feeling the omega tighten around him.
“Alpha.” Peter teased. “You gonna pull out of me so we can get a shower?” He held up his boxers with a little smile. “Put this between my legs so we don't make as big a mess?”
“Are you kidding me?” Wade pushed him up against the wall again and rocked his hips forward, smirking when the Omega shuddered and moaned. “After that little bendy show, I'm ready to go again.”
“Alpha!” Peter shrieked, and Wade’s eyes started shading red again.
“Omega.”
Lost in each others arms, neither one of them heard Peter's phone ringing, or saw the voicemail light up with a new message.
“Wade.” Peter looked up when the familiar red and black suit clambered up over the edge of the roof and plopped down next to him. “How’s it going?” He took a deep breath, Wade’s heavy scent of electric and wild making him smile.
“Oh you know.” Wade rolled his shoulders. “Amazing. Just off being fabulous. And sexy. All that. You know how we do, Spidey.”
“Sure.” Peter laughed and handed him a sandwich. “What was I thinking, asking about that?”
Just like he did every day, Wade took the food and turned away from Peter to eat. And just like Peter had done every day in the few weeks since his heat, he grabbed Wade's wrist and tugged him back around so they were sitting right next to each other while they ate.
“I don't know why you keep doing that.” He grumbled and the Alpha snorted.
“I don't why you keep doing that. Nothing under this mask that you need to see Spidey-babe. My skin isn’t near as clear and perfect and puberty free as yours.”
“We’ve been over this. I'm definitely twenty-two. Already went through puberty.”
“Whatever you say. You got freckles don't you?” Wade accused. “Damn kid.”
“You want to find out?” Peter challenged, only half teasing, “Wanna see if I got freckles, Wade?”
“Yeah right.” Wade laughed a little. “Better keep your mask on Spidey, I'm sure your beauty would blind me.”
“Yeah?” Peter's voice softened. “And what about yours?”
“Would turn you to stone.” Wade said matter of factly, “Easily. Like the freaky lady with the snake hair. Don't look directly at it.” he sounded like he was joking, but Peter could feel the tension, sadness coming from him. Not for the first time, Peter wished he hadn't replaced the scent blockers in his suit so Wade could feel the sympathy, acceptance he was projecting.
“So you ready to have an awkward talk about why you lied to me about being an Omega?” Wade changed the subject, talking around a bite of roast beef. “Or are we just gonna pretend that never happened?”
“I feel like we can't really pretend it didn't happen.” Peter said slowly. “But um-- you sort of said it yourself. You being an Alpha is good for business. Me being an Omega--- people wouldn't trust my judgement if they knew I was an Omega. If they knew I was sensitive to different scents and strong emotions then they could use that against me. So you know--” he motioned to his suit. “Scent blockers and suppressants and all that, and no one knows.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. Even though, looking back, I should have known.” Wade said, and Peter tilted his head.
“Why’s that?”
“That stunt you pulled on the rooftop right before your heat?” Wade reminded him. “Where you showed off that cute little butt of your before doing a handstand or something stupid? Only an omega could be that bendy. You guys are practically made for naked, flexible activities.”
“Are you serious? Are you serious with that?” Peter groaned and shoved at Wade's shoulder. “I figured once you knew I was an Omega you’d cut that shit out.”
“Oh you mean, once I learned some dirt on you, you thought I wouldn't use it against you? Spidey, honestly do you know me at all?” Wade elbowed him. “Gimme a break.”
The Alpha shifted uncomfortably then and cleared his throat. “Um, Spidey. Look. If you ever need anything-- you just let me know, yeah?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if that freaky biology of yours acts up again-- you know can call me, alright? Need someplace safe... I mean, I got it.”
“Freaky biology? That's rude. Who’s to say your biology isn’t the one that's freaky?” Peter finished his sandwich and took a long drink from his water before pulling his mask back down. “You ready yet?”
“Yep.” Wade crammed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and stood as well. “Let’s go keep the city safe for another night.”
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“I gotta say, Spidey.” Wade slapped a strap of duct tape over the mouth of a particularly noisy would-be jewelry thief. “I will admit to being distracted lately.”
“Oh yeah?” Peter looked up from securing the other two members of the robbery-crew. “Whys that?”
“Well--” Wade gave the three goons a once over to make sure they were secure, then jerked his head so Spidey followed him, waiting until they were around a corner and out of range before finishing. “I'm just saying, you are about a hundred times more distracting now that I know you’re an Omega.”
“Why, Mr. Pool.” Peter said in a high mocking falsetto, clasping his hands under his chin. “Surely you don't mean lil ol me is distracting? I'm trying ever so hard to blend in!”
“Yeah, you blend in all right.” Deadpool hauled himself into a fire escape and started climbing, heading for the roof so they could have a little down time before heading back out. “You blend right in. Red and blue spandex and an ass that J.Lo would be jealous of.”
“Who?” Peter laughed, scaling the wall beside Wade easily.
“My god you’re young. You don't know Jenny from the Block?”
“No, Wade, what the hell?” Peter lifted over the edge of the roof and sprawled out on his back. “Don't make obscure references to old celebrities.”
“Old celeb---” Wade's mouth fell open. “Blasphemy! Jennifer Lopez is immortal!”
“Is this really what we’re talking about?” Peter asked lazily, and put both hands behind his head to stare up at the sky, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out. “Your crush on girls way out of your league?”
“What? You want me to talk about guys that are out of my league?” Wade shot back, settling onto the roof with his back against an AC unit and letting himself just look at the omega.
He hadn't been lying earlier-- Spidey was about a thousand times more distracting now that Wade knew about his secondary gender. He had always stared when Spidey fought, when he ran, when he-- well when he did just about anything because the kid moved like… water. Or a dancer. Or.....anyway. Wade was sure the spider-enhancement-mojo crap that gave him the powers also gave him the ability to be the most graceful thing on two legs, but now that Wade knew he was an Omega-- well he bet Spidey was the most graceful thing on all fours too. And that image was enough to make him--
“You know I can tell, right?” Peter spoke up then, smiling to himself when Wade jumped.
“You can't tell anything.” the mercenary retorted, then sighed. “Fine. What can you tell?”
“That you want me.” Peter kept his voice soft. “I've always been able to tell.”
“That's...awkward.” Wade said uncomfortably. “I didn't really think about that.”
“It's fine.” Peter was still talking softly. “It's nice. Flattering. I thought maybe it would change after you found out.”
“Yeah. You well you certainly don't have to worry about that.” Wade answered and cleared his throat. “I guess I'll have to start dialing that all back. Nothing like thinking you’re acting smooth and then realizing you’re partner can basically read your mind.”
“Nah. It's fine, I promise.”
They sat in silence for a while, Peter staring up at the sky and Wade staring at him.
“Will you help me through my next heat?” Peter asked suddenly, and behind his mask, Wade's eyes popped so big he was almost worried they would fall out.
“Uh, sorry you’re going to have to repeat that, I had some crazy stuck in my ear. What did you say?”
“Will you help me through my next heat?” Peter rolled over onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “I'm due here within a few days, if it's on time.”
“You can crash out at my place for your heat.” Wade agreed after a minute or two. “It's just twenty four hours right?”
“Yeah. After I got my powers, my heat went from almost a week long several times a year to about twenty fours hours once a month. But I didn't mean crash out at your place, and you know it.”
“Spidey, you need to think about what you’re asking.” Wade warned, and Peter sat up all the way, hugging his knees to his chest.
“I have thought about it. Heats are easier with an Alpha. Everyone knows that. And you’re the only Alpha I want to---”
“Stop.” Wade jumped to his feet. “That's not-- just don't. Don't do that. If you’re close to your heat you’re just emotional and feeling needy. You can have your heat at my place, if being surrounded by Alpha scent makes things easier but you don't actually want--”
“First of all--” Peter was on his feet in an instant, raising his voice. “Just because you suddenly know I'm an Omega doesn't mean you can start chalking what I say up to being emotional and needy because of my heat, and discounting what I want, you hear me? That’s bull shit. You wouldn't have said something like that a month ago, don't you dare say it now.”
“Second of all, I'm not asking to have my heat at your place. I'm actually more comfortable at mine. I'm asking--” he came a few steps closer. “I'm asking if you’ll help me. When I--when I need an Alpha, I don't want you to handcuff yourself somewhere so you can't reach me. I want you...there. With me.”
“Spidey--”
“It's Peter.” He whispered. “My name is Peter.”
Wade pulled back a step, a growl rumbling in his throat, and Peter would have been nervous, but so much insecurity, tension, shame was flowing from the Alpha it was absolutely heartbreaking.
“What's wrong?” Peter asked. “Wade---”
“Stop.” Wade said firmly. “You don't want me in your heat, Spidey. Not in the same building, certainly not helping you--helping you---” he was shaking his head, unable to even complete the sentence. “Absolutely not. Better this way, you know? You do your thing and the rest of the time we pretend you’re a Beta. No need to complicate things or put yourself in danger with-- with me.”
“Danger?” Peter laughed. “You know I can bench press you and a handful of cars at the same time right? If you’re worried about being rough with me then--”
“I said, don't!” Wade raised his voice, snarling now, his fists clenched by his side, and even though Peter still wasn't actually worried, his omega certainly was nervous about the sheer amount of aggression, stay away rolling off the big Alphas shoulders.
“Wade.” Peter tried again. “Wade. You handcuffed and strapped yourself to a fridge so you wouldn't take advantage of me last time. You fed me and gave me clothes afterwards. I can't think of anyone else who would do that for me. I know you’ll take care of me. I want--”
“You don't know that.” Wade said sullenly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I've been with plenty of Alphas before and---”
“Do not finish that sentence.” Wade warned, and Peter snapped his mouth shut, even as he wanted to cheer because of the possessiveness in Wade's words.
“I'm just saying, it's not my first time, if that's what you’re worried about.”
“It's not.” Wade was backing away from him now. “Spidey I gotta-- we need to-- patrols not over right? Maybe we should split up for the night.” He turned and left, hopping the short distance to the next roof and breaking into a run.
Peter sat on the roof for a long time, trying not to let the Alphas rejection hurt him too badly. He knew Wade had all sorts of...issues that kept him from any real relationships. Lots of things in his past, not to mention the whole skin thing. He knew Wade never went anywhere in public without being completely covered, and he was sure that insecurity extended to the bedroom, especially during such an intense time as heat.
Peter understood all of that.
But he also knew that his Omega had already chosen an Alpha. This last unexpected heat, when Wade had not only rescued him, but took care of him and protected him and fed and clothed and---
Peter closed his eyes against the rush of emotion.
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Peter had set out early tonight, heading across the city to think through a few things that had been on his mind lately.
And by a few things, he meant Deadpool. Specifically Deadpool. Only Deadpool.
Their patrol last night, where the little girl had almost died-- it had shaken Peter to his core and Deadpool had stepped up to comfort him. Sure it had been an odd sort of comfort that involved sexual innuendos and rampant teasing… but the Alpha hadn't just left. Hadn't just shrugged off the emotions and moved on. And Deadpool didn't know that Peter was just as susceptible, if not more susceptible, as the Alpha was to the fear and panic pouring off the people they saved. He didn't know Peter felt every pulse of hormones or pheremones and had to force himself not to react to every emotion from everyone every time he interrupted a crime.
He also didn't know that Peter could read every emotion coming from him, every time his confidence wavered, every time a flash of fear ran through him. Peter was well aware the Alpha was only about half as brave and maybe three quarters as reckless as he pretended to be.
And last night when Peter had been so upset, waves of empathy, comfort, security had rolled off the Alpha in waves and Peter had wanted to sit there for hours and soak it up.
And when the security had changed to interest...well Peter had wanted to soak that up for hours too.
But Deadpool was sure his Friendly Neighborhood Spider Man was just his Friendly Neighborhood Beta, so any of that was just… off the table. Most Alphas only hooked up with Betas, saving their mating bonds and love for Omegas. And Peter couldn't just hook up-- not without exposing his Omega biology, and not without getting his heart broken.
And it was all worse lately because sometimes it seemed as if Deadpool really cared about him, sometimes that constant sarcasm slid into something softer, something sweeter. Every once in awhile that obnoxious baby boy nickname seemed a little less teasing and a little more heartfelt. Every once in awhile the growls and snarls seemed more interested and less of a complaint or a warning. And there were definitely times Peter thought Pool only went on patrol because he enjoyed their early morning breakfasts and watching the sun rise together.
And it felt… good. It felt right. Peter was starting to let his guard down more and more around the Alpha, wanting to push the boundaries they had and explore whatever the chemistry was between them.
And none of these thoughts or feelings were usually a problem. Peter had an incredible amount of self control, so despite his attraction to the Alpha and the way his Omega wanted to roll over and purr every time they were close, and it wasn't like he was worried about blurting out secrets or anything.
Not usually anyway. Usually the thought of actually telling Deadpool about his secondary gender wasn't even a real thing, just a blip in his mind and gone. Usually.
But this wasn't a usual type of moment right now, was it?
Because right now, Peter was more than thirty minutes from his apartment, curled into a ball in the corner of a dirty alley, head between his legs and hands clenched into fists, so thankful for his mask and the scent blockers lining his suit that he was very nearly in tears.
He had dropped into an unexpected, completely brutal, full blown heat.
And the only person he could call to help him out was Deadpool.
“Alpha.” Peter let himself whimper, just once, just barely, not even sure his lips moved because he absolutely wasn't going to say it loud. No, Peter was definitely going to get his ass up off the ground and get swinging through these buildings and make it home to his apartment where he could strip down and get through the next twenty fours alone.
Or maybe an omega-heat hotel where they provided alphas to---
Nope. Nopety nope. Peter curled further into a ball, trying to breathe through a heat cramp. He wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to let some strange Alpha help him through his heat.
Ever since getting bit by that stupid spider, Peter's heats had gone from the average two or three days, two or three times a year to every fucking month. Yeah they were only twenty four hours long, thirty six at the most, but it was every fucking month.
And it had been steadily getting worse over the last year.
Used to be, Peter could strap into his suit and still do what he did, even during his heat. The scent blockers kept anyone else from knowing what he was doing, and he could spend the nights patrolling and the days… well...working through his heat enough to take the edge off.
But lately, especially in the last six months, everything had gotten worse. The heat cramps had gone from tolerable to crippling. The vague empty feeling inside him was now an ache so deep and sharp that he could barely draw a full breath.
And they were unpredictable.
Peter had been so sure he wasn't due for a heat until next week, and had been enjoying swinging lazily through the buildings, killing time until patrol, letting his mind settle on Deadpool.
And then a cramp had hit so hard that his hand had slipped from the web and he had dropped like a brick right out of the sky, crashing into the dumpster and rolling off to the side to lay there in the filth of the alley, trying not to scream.
It hurt. Everything hurt so badly. And his body temperature was climbing so fast he thought he would pass out if he couldn't get out of his suit right now, which absolutely wasn't an option because Spiderman being outed as an Omega was one thing, but being outed as an Omega while out of suit and compromising his secret identity- nope it just wasn't an option.
But Peter also knew he couldn't just lie here in the alley dropping into heat, because the scent blockers on his suit wouldn't last much longer, and an Alpha could smell heat better than anything, and like this-- like this Peter didn't think he could fight anyone off.
There was only one person he could call.
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Wade jerked awake when his phone rang, and shoved all sorts of assorted fast food wrappers off his bed to find the annoying thing.
“Yo, you’ve got the Merc!” he answered loudly and from the other end came a soft, soft whisper.
“Deadpool.”
“Who dis?” Wade sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. “How’d you get my number? You got cash? I only kill for cash these days.”
“Need help.” the voice came through a little louder this time and Wade's hand tightened around the phone.
“Wait. Spidey, is that you? What's going on? Baby boy, I was gonna meet ya for patrol in like an hour. What's going on?”
“Please help me.” Spidey sounded desperate and there was a low groan after he spoke that had Wade jumping out of bed and throwing his suit on, strapping his katanas to his back and grabbing his guns as fast as he could.
“Spidey, tell me where you are. I'm gonna be right there, alright? I'm gonna be right there.”
“By the deli we get sandwiches from.” Spideys words were slurring, he sounded like he was barely breathing, and Wade cursed, climbing out of his window and up the fire escape to the roof.
“That's right by 81st and Temple, Spidey you are about two minutes from my place. I'm going to be there in two minutes. Hold on.”
Wade hung up and took off across the rooftops, glad for once he lived in a shitty part of town where the buildings were all super close together. He didn't know what the hell was going on with his favorite Spidey, but he did know he was gonna rip some asshole to fucking shreds if he found that kid hurt.
And Spidey had to be hurt, because why else would he call? Why else did he sound breathless and desperate? And… well kind of amazing. Hearing his name in a breathless voice had been… kind of amazing.
Wade hadn't been very discreet about his growing interest in the Spider-Man, but he had never pressed the issue seriously, always backing way off when things took a turn for too real.
Besides, he knew that just because he was comfortable being with anyone and any gender, something told him the spandex clad hero preferred the ladies. Most Betas did. Which was too bad of course, because Beta or not, Wade was always about half a minute from throwing that hot body over his shoulder and carrying Spidey away to see if he could make him scream.
There was just something about the way that kid moved, and talked and the smile Wade could always hear in his voice, but hadn't ever seen in real life… Something about him made Wade’s Alpha just roar, so much protectiveness and outright possessiveness for the superhero that Wade had stopped fighting against months ago. And yes, they had had the talk about Spidey in fact being well over the legal age and all that but still--
--someone was going to fucking die if they had left that perfect, sweet kid lying hurt on the ground.
Then a wall of omega pheromones hit Deadpool so hard, it literally stopped him in his tracks.
“Son of a bitch.” he cursed. Somewhere close there was an omega about two seconds from full blown heat, and Wade had to struggle to keep his Alpha from coming forward, had to stop himself from reacting to it. “Spidey is more important, Spidey is more important.” he chanted, swallowing the howl that wanted to burst from him at the scent of heat. “Got to get to Spidey, got to get to---”
The scent was even stronger as he kept going forward and by the time Wade dropped onto a roof above an alley at 81st and Temple, he was barely able to stand, a growl building in his throat, his alpha restless inside his chest.
Obviously an omega was out when they shouldn't be, and even though Wade had to get to Spidey…..
In a split second decision, Wade jumped right from the rooftop, wincing when he felt his ankle roll as he landed. No biggie. He’d survived worse. “Honey?” He called into the alley, and tried to keep his voice as un-growly and un-Alpha as possible.
“Omega?” He called again, even quieter. “Hey listen, I don't know why you're out here when you're so close to heat but we need to get you home and safe. Are you ok? Are you hurt?”
He waited a moment and then stepped a little further into the alley. “I know you can smell me, I'm an Alpha, but I'm not gonna hurt you. I can smell you from blocks away though, so so can every other Alpha. Can you-- maybe throw me your phone and I can call your alpha?”
Wade was breathing through his mouth, holding his nose, working to keep himself calm so the omega wouldn't pick up on any stress from him. He concentrated on feeling safe, protective so the Omega wouldn't panic further.
“Need you to say something, honey. Can I call you a cab? Can I---” Wade edged even closer. “Not gonna come any closer than this right here, I just need to be able to hear you, okay? Toss me your phone and I can call your alpha or something I can't just leave you out here.”
“Pool.” The voice came weakly from the back of the alley, behind a big dumpster. “It's me.”
Behind his mask, Wade's eyes snapped shut, because there was no way in hell---
“Spidey?” He called. “Please tell me you are protecting an omega back there, because the only other option is that you’re the omega and I can't----” a deep breath through his mouth and Wade had to bite back the urge to howl as a fresh wave of heat scent hit him.
“I can't come any closer to you, Spidey. You smell-- you smell...” Wade actually dropped to his knees, pitching forward onto his hands. “Why are you out here in heat? We can talk about how the hell you're an omega later but fuck Spidey I can't believe how good you smell---” he groaned low, curling his fingers in the dirt, his entire body reacting the scent of needy omega.
“Help me.” Spidey pleaded from behind the dumpster. “Please. Pool. You smell good too. Alpha, Alpha, smell so good, please please help me.”
Well. Hearing the kid say Alpha like that and actually mean Wade was almost enough to make him lose his mind right then and there. But behind the need and the overwhelming lust that accompanied heat, there was quite a bit of fear lacing the words, so Wade pulled on every ounce of self control he had and forced his Alpha back further, swallowing a growl and trying his hardest to keep his voice level and calm.
“Ok. Okay. Have to get you out of here. My place is close. Can't leave you here. Spidey---” Wade kept his eyes shut tight. “Gonna need you to come to me, can you come to me? I'm gonna walk backward towards you in case you have your mask off, but I'm barely hanging on to my control right now so you have to meet me halfway alright? Can't see you all spread out on the ground, Spidey that looks too--” he shook his head. “Come on, honey, work with me.”
“I'll try.” Spidey agreed, sounding hoarse and like he was hurting and Wade stood to his feet and turned his back, taking shaky steps into the alley, keeping an eye on the street in case any other Alpha came sniffing around.
It seemed like forever but was only a few seconds when he felt trembling hands on his back.
“Hey.” came the whisper. “My mask is on.”
Wade didn't even respond, just turned quickly and hefted him into his arms, holding him tight to his chest. Instinctively the omega tried to bury his face in the Alpha’s neck, whining when he met Wade's suit instead of skin.
“Better this way.” Wade muttered, tightening his grip on the lean body. “You don't want to mess with my skin. I'm gonna take you to my place, it's safe, and you can get through at least this wave of your heat okay?”
“Alpha.” he moaned and tried to press closer, and Wade nearly bit his own tongue off trying to squash a groan.
“I know you're pretty far gone right now, but before I take you anywhere I need a very clear yes from you, Spidey. Can I take you to my place?”
“Yes.” The omega hissed, trying to pull at Wade's clothing. “Yes take me. Please, Alpha, make this all better. Take me to bed, take me to bed and kno---”
“Only the first yes counts.” Wade said firmly. “Hold on to me honey, hold on.”
ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE
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The upside- or downside, depending on who you asked-- to being basically immortal was that time didn't really have a whole lot of influence on you.
Wade didn't necessarily think he was immortal, but knowing that there might only be one or two things in the world that he couldn't survive or regenerate from--- well that was pretty damn close right?
He never really paid attention to the dates anymore, it didn't matter what day of the week it was, or what month or anything really. Birthdays went unnoticed because he was almost positive he had stopped aging when his mutation was triggered, and holidays didn't matter because he didn't have any family or friends to spend them with.
So time-- time was sort of irrelevant to the mercenary.
That being said, the days and weeks following his last talk with Peter had been the longest, loneliest, most painful days of his life.
Wade wasn't even sure how many days it had been, to be honest. He just sort of sat on his bed and stared at the wall, or sat on a rooftop and stared down at the street, or sat in a restaurant and-- well anyway.
He certainly wasn't sleeping, or he at least he hadn't been sleeping until he started drinking and taking prescription pain pills mixed with sleeping aids. And then he wasn't sure if he passed out and slept or overdosed and died. It didn't matter either way, he woke up or came back to life just as miserable as he had been before so…so who cares, right?
After the first week he had stopped going to their rooftop, and after the second week he had stopped chasing the sirens hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar red and blue suit.
Spidey hadn't been around.
Three weeks in, and Wade hadn't even left his apartment in three days, couldn't say the last time he ate, and was all out of alcohol so he just stretched out on the living room floor, staring blankly at the television and whatever shitty sit com was on.
Four weeks in, and Wade's eyes snapped open one morning, a growl working it's way from his throat, his Alpha shifting and anxious inside him. Wade swallowed hard, trying to force it back down, stumbling to the bathroom to wash his face, staring in horror as the Alpha red took over the usual brown of his eyes.
“Goddamnit.” he whispered, and rested his forehead against the cool porcelain sink. “Fucking Omega, don't do this to me. I can't do this, don't do this to me.”
He knew what was going on, had been avoiding thinking about it weeks.
Peter had told him they had imprinted on each other, and Wade had been too nervous about sharing his heat, too amped on the scent of omega to really think about it right then. But after the heat, after their awful conversation, after Wade had spent a few days laying on his bed and hurting to his core because somewhere out there Peter’s heart was breaking, he remembered.
They had imprinted on each other. Which meant that their Alpha/ Omega sides had already claimed each other as mate, even if physically they weren’t mated yet.
So Wade’s depression over losing Peter had been compounded by Peter's sadness, their bond affecting each other even without being in the same room. And Wade felt awful, because he knew if he had in fact overdosed on all those pills and died for a short period of time--- Peter would have felt it. Not as strongly as if they were completely mated, but still enough to probably put him in bed sobbing until Wade’s heart started beating again.
So now, with the Alpha red taking over Wade's eyes, with the way every inch of his body was tense, the way he couldn't stop growling-- well that could only mean one thing.
Peter was in heat again, which meant Wade was going to be stuck in a rut for the next twenty four hours. Hopefully only twenty four hours.
Please god, let it only be twenty four hours.
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Peter’s heat had been brutal, and when the omega could finally drag himself to the shower and clean the previous twenty four hours off of him, he cried in relief.
This had been the worst he had ever had. After sharing his last one with Wade, then their fight, and the most emotional month of his life since Uncle Ben had died-- Peter hadn't been physically or mentally ready for his heat, and it had taken everything he had just to make it through without calling Wade and begging for him. About eighteen hours in, Peter had actually grabbed his phone, his thumb hovering over Wade’s number for several minutes before he threw the phone hard enough to shatter it so he couldn't give in and call the Alpha.
The Alpha that didn't want him.
It made him feel maybe the littlest bit better, in a terribly vindictive way, to feel the pain Wade went through, their partial bond letting Peter feel the emotional pain from the Alpha. There had even been once or twice when the pain had been so sharp that Peter thought his own heart would stop from it, but within a few hours it had eased and Peter could breathe again.
And now, sitting in the shower and feeling the hot water clean the heat off of him, Peter closed his eyes and let the tears fall again, rubbing over the spot on his neck that ached because there wasn't a bonding bite there like there should be.
On the plus side, it could only get better from here. The first heat without your mate was always the worst. Next month would be easier and the month after that would be even easier and eventually whatever partial bond he and Wade had made during the course of their friendship and closer moments would fade.
Eventually he would even be able to see Wade again, to patrol with him as partners and not want to scream. Once a bond-- even a partial one-- was dissolved, it never came back. If he could just make it through these next months, maybe the next year?- eventually it would be like he had never felt anything for the Alpha at all.
But for right now, it still hurt.
So Peter sat in his shower until the water ran cold, then collapsed into his bed, tears soaking the pillow until he fell back asleep.
And when he woke up, it was a new day and he was one day closer to not caring about Wade anymore.
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“Sorry this is taking so long.” Peter said quietly, maybe a little awkwardly. “I mean, I didn't think it would be--”
“No, Pete it's fine.” Harry Osborn put his arm over Peter's shoulder and hugged him gently. “I can't believe we ran into each other anyway. It's been what, three years now?”
“Just about.” Peter smiled up at his friend. “Seems longer.”
“Yeah, too long.” Harry let his arm drop from Peter's shoulders to his waist, holding him lightly. “Lets pick up your new phone and I'll buy you dinner and we can catch up.”
“That sounds really good, Harry.”
It had been a complete accident, running into Harry at the newspaper stand.
Peter had stopped to look at a copy of the Daily Bugle, at the big picture of him and Deadpool slapping a high five together with captured robbers in the background.
The picture had been taken months ago, and Peter had loved it at the time, showing it to a overly proud Deadpool who had been so ecstatic to see something positive about himself in print for once that he'd actually bought an entire cake for them to eat.
Now it was splashed across the front page again, the headline asking where New York's Vigilantes were, and the article outlining the sharp uptick in crime since Spider-Man and Deadpool had apparently stopped caring.
Peter had flinched reading it.
Sure, he had taken a few days off right after....after everything, but he had been right back as soon as he could be. He'd even started patrolling during the day so he wouldn't sit at home and think about Wade.
But apparently Spider-Man just didn't cut it anymore without the Merc by his side.
“That's such bullshit. Spider-Man is good for this city whether Deadpool follows him around or not.” The man next to Peter had scoffed and handed over the money for a paper, folding it up and putting it under his arm. “The Daily Bugle has always given Spidey such a bad rap. I don't understand why--”
“Harry?” Peter had blurted, and the man had looked at him blankly for a few seconds before a completely excited and frankly giant grin had split his face.
“Peter Parker!”
Peter had put his hand out for a shake, but Harry had just grabbed him into a hug, slapping his back and holding him tight.
“Peter Parker, it is so good to see you. How are you?”
Harry Osborn didn't look like he'd aged a day, still standing just as straight, hair just as curly and eyes just as bright as they'd been the first day they had met in elementary school all those years ago.
“I'm uh, I'm doing alright.” Peter forced a smile, thrilled to see his old friend, desperately trying to keep it together in the presence of such a familiar Alpha. “Doing alright.”
“Are you?” Harry, as perceptive and sweet as he'd always been, cupped Peter's jaw carefully and stared into his eyes for a minute. “You look sad, Pete.”
“It was a while ago.” Peter promised and Harry's eyes lightened again.
“Well, can I walk with you? Where are you headed? Or can I call you later? Maybe we can have dinner?”
“I'm actually on my way to get a new phone so---” Peter cleared his throat. “If you want to maybe come along or--”
“I'd love to.” Harry announced and pulled his own phone out, putting in a quick call to what sounded like his secretary, telling her he would be out for the rest of the day. Then he had winked, that Osborn charm still just as strong as it used to be, put an arm around Peter's waist and started walking.
So here they were, waiting for Peter's new phone to be activated and just chatting quietly.
It was nice, the easy conversation and the way Harry listened to every word Peter said like it was golden. Even the constant touching was alright.
Ever since they were young, Harry had been a hands on type of guy. In elementary school he would nearly tackle Peter with a hug every time they saw each other. They even used to hold hands walking home from school, and it hadn't meant anything, it was just Harry being Harry and wanting to touch his friend.
Junior high and high school hadn't changed him at all, and anyone who was friends with Harry knew the Alpha just liked to be physically close. It was fine.
Once Peter had presented as an Omega, Harry spent even more time touching him, specifically, their relationship changing from that of friends to that of Alpha/Omega, with Harry's protectiveness come out more often. The Alpha couldn't seem to ever leave him alone, and while it had been maybe a little annoying in some instances, a constant reminder that even now most omegas were still treated as property, Harry had never meant anything by it, he was just… Harry.
Even after they shared a few of Peter's heats, and most Alphas would have considered that a claim on an Omega, Harry had never manhandled Peter, had never touched him possessively. He was just a hands on guy, who had always stepped away if Peter had asked him to.
Peter had never really asked him to.
Being held by Harry had always been the best feeling. Calm and familiar and easy.
Harry was just… a good guy. A good Alpha.
And being around him now was nice. Comforting to have an Alpha so close after such an awful few weeks.
So when the sales associate handed Peter his new phone, and Harry pushed Peter gently towards the door, his hand on Peter's waist, the omega leaned into the touch a little, walked a little slower so Harry would hold him a little tighter to keep him moving.
It was…nice.
And Harry looked pleased, glancing down at him fondly. “It's so good to see you Pete. Where do you want to go to dinner? Wherever you want, Ill buy.”
“Oh Harry it's fine. You don't have to--” Peter started to protest but Harry squeezed his waist lightly.
“Let me buy you dinner, Pete. You can get it next time, alright? Now where do you want to go?”
“Somewhere with steak.” Peter decided and Harry laughed, running his free hand through those curls.
“Sounds about right. Come on, then. I brought my car into the city, come on.”
They headed off towards the parking garage where Harry had left his undoubtedly expensive car, and Peter leaned a little closer to him, smiling when Harry just tightened his hold.
Then Peter got a whiff of Alpha, and not the leather and wine scent that he associated with Harry.
No this scent was dangerous. Electric.
Peter turned his head quickly, searching the crowd then the nearby rooftops for a red and black suit, hating himself for hoping, but unable to stop.
Nothing, though. He didn't see anyone. And there were so many people in the crowd, he would never recognize Wade even if he saw him, not without the mask.
“You alright?” Harry smiled down at him and Peter nodded.
“Yeah. I'm good.”
“Good.” Harry dropped a soft kiss onto his head and kept going, steering him through the crowded sidewalks.
Across the street, leaning against a streetlight, a tall Alpha in jeans and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and sunglasses firmly on watched them walk away.
For obvious reasons, Wade supposed. Like the fact that almost every morning when the sky was just beginning to lighten and he and Spidey were done with patrol and heading for their usual rooftop with some food, Peter always gave him a kiss as thanks. Or how as they escaped down an alley after leaving bad guys for the cops, and he could reach over and take Peter's hand.
Or the best, skipping their usual roof completely and taking the food back to one of their places to eat it in bed together.
Peter was always in a rush to get undressed, in a hurry to get his hands on Wade, and more times than not the food got cold and had to be reheated hours later after they had tried their hardest to make each other scream and then passed out together.
It was wonderful, but it was different.
It seemed like Peter was distracted now, and even though Wade knew ninety five percent of the time he was the reason Pete was distracted, it was the other five percent that ate at him.
He had brought it up, a couple times, first about a week after the helicopter incident and then a few days later. Both times, Peter had laughed. Just chuckled and dragged Wade in for a mind-blanking kiss and teased that he couldn't possibly have anything else on his mind besides Wade, because the Alpha was too high maintenance to leave room for anyone else.
It wasn't until later, after Peter had fallen asleep in his arms that Wade realized the omega had said anyone else.
Right about the same time he realized he was with someone who was just as good at deflecting questions and laughing things off or distracting with a joke or a kiss as he was.
It was… different, to be the one who wanted straight answers and was only getting the run around. It wasn't real fun either.
So he brought it up again, as they relaxed on the roof of Wade's apartment building, arguing good naturedly about whose turn it was to buy food.
“Spidey.” Wade started hesitantly, and those beautiful red lips curled up in a smile before Peter pulled his mask all the way off and sent him an adoring look.
“What's up, Pool?”
“What are you hiding from me?” Wade asked bluntly, and watched the color drain from the Omegas face, watched as Peter tried to find something to say, stammering and stuttering.
“That's amazing.” Wade chuckled. “Watching you do what I usually do when someone asks me something I don't want to answer. I never realized it was so obvious.” He glanced around and then pulled his own mask off, meeting Peter's gaze steadily.
“Talk to me, baby boy. Ever since we started doing this, there's just something off about you. I can feel it. You're keeping something of yourself away from me and I don't like it. I've been--” Wade frowned, remembering how many questions Peter had asked and how much of his past he'd talked about-- “I've been honest with you. Please be honest with me. What's going on? Second thoughts? Is it me? What is it?”
Peter stared at him in silence for a long time, then pulled his phone out and clicked into his voicemail, putting it in speaker and setting it about halfway in between them.
“First Saved Message” the automated voice chimed, then there was a short pause before a male voice came through.
“Heya Pete. It's Harry.”
Wade tried not to flinch, but he couldn't help it, hearing the other Alphas voice on his Omegas phone.
“Look, I know we left things on an uncertain note last night, and that's fine. I know you need some time, I know it's going to take a while to work through the broken bond with your Alpha. I just--- Pete spending all that time with you just reminded me of everything I've always loved about you, and god there's just so many things I love about you.”
“I want you to come to California with me. I want you as mine, Pete. We would be good together. We have been good together, you remember? I'll take you as my Omega and give you everything you ever wanted. School and a great job… a family. Our kids would be beautiful. We can do it all, and you won't ever have to wear a mask again. You won't have to save the city, you won't have to lead a double life. I'll give you whatever you want. Anything you want.”
“Think about. Take as much time as you need, but just know the second you call, I'll be there to get you. I'll take you away from all this crap, all this heartbreak. Killed me to see you crying, Pete. I can take you away from all of that. I'll be yours, and you will be mine. Whatever you want, tell me and it's yours. Just… call me, alright? Call me.”
The message ended, and silence fell. Wade clenched both his fists until his nails cut into his palms.
“So did you call him back?” He finally asked.
“No.” Peter shook his head. “I never did.”
“So that's the other Alpha. The one you stayed the night with. You've known him a long time.”
“Yeah.”
“You guys were… together?” Fuck the words were like acid in his mouth, painful to even say. Worse to think about, to imagine Peter and this Alpha wrapped around each other, even if it was years ago.
“Never officially. Um, after I presented as an Omega he shared most of my heats. He was my best friend.”
“And he knows about you being--” Wade gestured to the suit, and Peter nodded slowly.
“Apparently he's known for years. Never said a word.”
“And?”
“And things were always good with him. Nice. Familiar. Easy.”
Wade closed his eyes. This was it. This was when Peter told him it had been fun, but he needed a better Alpha. That the sex was nice, but he wanted kids with someone stable. That he wanted to be able to take his Alpha out and show him off, not hide him beneath long sleeve shirts and hats.
“So.” He cleared his throat. “So this is why you've been holding back from me. You had a better offer.”
“A better offer.” Peter breathed a laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. “No, that's not what this is.”
“Then why--” Wade gestured to the phone. “Why have you saved the message for the past few weeks? Why haven't you--”
“I guess I wanted you to hear it.” Peter said quietly, and there was so much pain,lonely,uncertain in his words that Wade should have stopped talking but he couldn't seem to. Not after listening to that.
“Why?” Wade demanded. “It's not exactly fun for me to hear another Alpha talk about making you-- making you--” he couldn't help the snarl in his words. “Making you his. Why would you want me to---”
Then the answer hit him, like a punch to the gut and Wade reached out his hands for Peter.
“Oh no. No no, honey, don't do that. Hey come here.” He crossed to where Peter was sitting and gathered the omega into his lap. “That Alpha told you he wanted you to be his. That he would take you as his. And I--” Wade sighed. “I've never said that. Never brought it up officially. Not outside of….being naked together and not since the first day.”
“Yeah.” Peter mumbled and curled closer.
“And because I've already walked away from you twice.” Wade added, and groaned when the Omega started to cry. “And you're afraid I'm going to freak out again or do something equally stupid and leave you crying on the roof again.”
“Yeah well, you've done it before.” Peter sniffed and Wade started pulling on him, turning him so he was straddling his thighs, wrapped in his arms.
“I'm never gonna do it again though.” Wade kissed his forehead. “Peter I'm never leaving you again. Look at me--look at me.” He held Peter's jaw firmly, forcing the Omega to meet his gaze.
“Honey, I'm never leaving you again. You're stuck with me. You are mine. I want you as mine. I've been counting down the days to your heat so I can put a nice mark right here--” he ran his thumb over the curve of Peter's neck. “-- and everyone will finally know you're taken. Gonna mark you the fuck up, baby boy.”
Peter shivered, settling further into Wade's lap, and the Alpha was instantly distracted by the welcome weight, by the press of the Omegas cock against his own.
“Pretty little thing.” He whispered and turned Peter's head so he could lick and kiss over the bonding spot. “Pretty perfect Omega. Can't wait to see what you look like with my mark right here.” He growled, shifting anxiously when the desire, want, take me started flowing from the Omega. “You spend so much time taking care of me, telling me you want me, I've been slacking.”
He brought his palm up and over the curve of Peter's perfectly cute butt, gripping him hard and yanking the lean body further up against him.
“What kind of Alpha am I if I don't spend every day telling my Omega how beautiful he is? How much I want him. Gonna take you home and show you that every inch of you is mine and mine alone. Get my mouth all over you and fingers and cock in you. You're mine, Pete.”
“Yours.” Peter whispered, and hid his face in Wade's shoulders, drying the last few tears. “Yours, Alpha--oh!” He cried out, trying to muffle it in Wade's suit when sharp teeth scraped over his neck, Wade's tongue quick to soothe any sting.
“Omega.” Wade rumbled. “Mine. Mine. My mate. No ones ever gonna take you away from me.” The growl in his chest was just background noise to the heavy scent of want in the air, the lust, take, claim, mine from the Alpha so thick Peter was starting to feel drugged, his limbs loose, and a hot curl of desire winding through him, settling low between his legs.
“Alpha.” He whined and rocked forward anxiously. “Home. Want you.”
“Want you too, Omega.” Wade was still nipping over the bond spot, his teeth digging in harder and harder, each time pulling a louder yelp or squeal from the omega. Just finally saying it, just verbally claiming his mate had the Alpha desperate to claim him for real, and Wade could feel himself slipping into a mating rut, his Alpha trying to burst free and take the Omega.
His Omega.
“Omega. Want to bite you and knot you and fill you and--”
“Alpha!” Peter nearly screamed when Wade's teeth closed around his skin, not quite breaking through but close enough to send sparks down his body, to have him nearly seeing stars and wondering how being bit could feel so good.
“Mate.” Wade snarled and Peter looked up in time to see the honey brown eyes snap to red in an instant as the Alpha came forward completely. “My mate, mine.”
“Oh my god. Oh shit. Gotta get home. We need to get home right now!” Peter jumped off his lap, moving quickly out of reach as the Alpha tried to snatch him back. “Can't do this here, not on the roof come on. Come on.”
His Omega was responding so fast, too fast to the Alpha, and even though he was still a few days out from his heat, Peter's body temperature was already climbing, his palms sweating. He could feel himself getting damp, wet, slick pooling between his thighs at an embarrassing rate as the Alpha pheromones sent him plummeting into an early heat. Or a pre-heat? Or--or-- well it didn't matter what he called it, Peter had never been this desperate for an Alpha ever.
And this was his Alpha.
It was amazing that Peter had any coherent thought left at all in his body, with his Alpha stalking towards him looking like that and smelling like that, but he managed to gather their masks and scramble down the fire escape ladder, the Alpha hot on his heels.
Peter had barely made it through Wade's window, more thankful than he'd ever been that Wade had a top floor apartment, before Wade followed him through, picking him up and tossing him on the bed without missing a beat.
“Wade.” Peter gasped, staring deep into red eyes as the Alpha loomed over him.
“Present.” Wade ordered, and his voice was so deep, the Alpha fully in control, that Peter just gasped and mewled and arched his back to get closer.
“Oh--oh Alpha. Oh please--”
“Present.” the Alpha snapped and Peter rolled over as fast as he could, scrambling onto all fours, trying to keep himself from shaking as he presented to his Alpha, legs spread wide, face pressed into the pillows.
A sharp tug, then his suit tore in half right down his back and the Alpha was spreading him even further, tongue and fingers working into his dripping hole and Peter was muffling screams in the bed as Wade opened him up as fast he could, licking and tasting and slurping, moaning because he couldn't get enough of how the Omega tasted.
“Alpha, please please please----” Peter was far past incoherent, barely able to even beg, rolling his hips back into the Alpha’s face, urging the thick fingers deeper and when Wade pulled away to take his own suit off Peter gave a little snarl of his own.
“Alpha!” he protested, and choked out a gasp when Wade was right back on him, thick cock pressing against his hole, growling in his ear.
“Omega.” One hand wound around Peter's neck, forcing him up, forcing his back to arch and Peter went pliant, letting the Alpha hold him, and for just a few seconds the moment lightened, the heat daze lifted.
“Peter.” Wade’s voice lost the heavy growl. “I want you. Can I have you?”
“Always, Wade.” Peter nodded as best he could. “Yes. Yes. Please, please make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.” Wade whispered, and Peter relaxed even further.
“I'm already yours.” he whispered back and Wade kissed his neck, then his shoulders, moving down his back, hands that were so eager just a minute all the sudden completely gentle, soft strokes down Peter's body, open mouthed kisses down his back until he could leave sharp little bites on the pale skin on his hips, moving lower, slower this time until his tongue was teasing at the Omegas entrance again, and Peter was starting to moan, starting to press back against him. Then fingers, two and three working inside that perfect, sweet, body, searching for the right spot to make Peter cry out, to make him tremble.
“I'm ready for you, Alpha, my Alpha.” Peter murmured. “Ready for you.”
“Mmmm.” Wade sighed against him. “My Omega. My mate.”
“Yes.” Peter slid back into presenting, his hips raised invitingly, his head in the pillows, turned so he could watch the Alpha, watch the loving smile curling around Wade's lips as he pulled his fingers from Peter and slicked them over his cock, squeezing the knot already forming at the base.
This time it was slow, slow and achingly sweet and Peter could have sobbed when Wade was finally all the way inside him, once their hips met and he could feel every inch of his Alpha.
“Please.” he begged, his voice barely a whisper, and Wade lay the lightest kiss on his neck.
“Whatever you want, Pete. Whatever you want and whatever you need, I'm gonna give it all to you. Anything, everything. I'm yours. Your Alpha.”
“Mine.” Peter repeated. “Now please, please Alpha, please move. Good strong Alpha, perfect beautiful Alpha I need---”
“I know, baby boy. I know.” Wade withdrew, so slowly Peter could have screamed, and then filled him again, then again and again and again and again and again until they were moving steadily, the bed rocking beneath them, and Wade was started to breathe harder, his eyes turning even darker red, panting and snarling as he took his mate, claimed this beautiful omega who for some reason wanted him. Needed him.
“Fuck, Pete, you’re amazing, so beautiful so perfect---” the heat daze washed back over them, and Wade's strokes grew rougher, harder, bruises blooming on Peter's perfect skin from his hands and Wade loved it. Loved the marks on his omega.
“Feel good inside me, Alpha, oh my god, so good so good don't stop don't stop oh fuck, deeper, more---” Lost in the daze, Peter couldn't stop talking, pressing his face to the pillows to muffle the words, but Wade wrapped a hand around his neck again and lifted him up, sitting back on his heels and bringing Peter up against his thighs, forcing the omega deeper onto him and Peter lay his head back onto Wade's shoulder and wailed, lifting and dropping himself into every one of Wade's thrusts until heat started rushing through him, until Wade's knot was bumping into his already stretched entrance with every stroke, sending sparks through the Omegas body.
“My mate.” Wade said, his voice low and hoarse. “Want you to come for me, come on.” He curled his hand around Peter's cock, swiping through the wetness leaking from the head and using it to ease his way, pulling over the omega with sure, quick strokes until Peter was shaking and whimpering, arching his back further, trying to fuck up into Wade's fist and then slamming himself back on the Alpha, pushing deeper each time.
“Come for me.” Wade said again, pushing Alpha into his voice and he could feel the instant Peter gave in, the Omega helpless to resist the command. He could feel as Peter's body started tightening, locking up around him, could feel the slender hips stutter and lose their rhythm, and from this angle he could see Peter's eyes roll back and flutter closed and then the Omega was coming hard, spilling all over Wade's fist and onto his stomach, crying out, biting at his lips and digging his fingers into Wade's thighs as he shook through his orgasm.
Wade couldn't even wait long enough for Peter to finish. No he was already pushing Peter back onto the bed, flipping Peter over onto his back and driving into that perfect body as hard as he could, spreading his knees open to make room as he pressed even further inside. Peter, perfect sweet Omega, just moaned and pushed back against him, gasping yes yes alpha take me, take me, knot me, I need you, take me claim me make me yours---
Wade absolutely howled when he could finally shove his knot past that tight rim of muscle and deep inside Peter's body, feeling it lock into place, and his hips jerked in short thrusts until Peter was yelling from the over sensitivity, from being so full, too full and then Wade leaned far over that gorgeous body and---
“My mate. Mine.” He stabbed his teeth into Peter's neck, breaking through the skin and locking his jaw. Peter screamed, pushed into a second orgasm from the bonding bite, and Wade shoved impossibly deeper into him, grinding their hips together and growling as he swallowed pheromone laced blood, his knot swelling and then pulsing, pouring, emptying deep inside the Omega.
“Alpha alpha alpha---” Peter was sobbing, couldn't stop shaking, and as soon as Wade was able, he loosed his hold, his jaw popping as he lifted his head just enough to lick and lap at the sluggishly bleeding bite.
“Your turn.” He was still growling, barely understandable, and Peter stared up into Alpha-red eyes for a few seconds before nodding and bringing Wade back down against him, kissing lightly over Wade's neck before darting forward and biting down as hard as he could.
Wade’s whole body shuddered, his knot swelling again and Peter moaned around a mouthful of blood as he was suddenly even more full, nearly to the point of being uncomfortable, but it didn't matter, not now, not like this.
“Omega.” Wade wrapped both his arms around Peter and held him tight, rocking them gently on the bed as they tried to come down. Peter nuzzled into his neck, nipping lightly at the bond mark and then kissing the drops away until Wade pulled away to kiss his forehead and eyes and across his face. Peter lifted his lips, eager for a real kiss and they licked into each others mouths, tasting the remnants of blood and slick and heat on each others tongues.
“Wade. My Alpha.” Peter sighed and lay back against the pillows, sated and happy and content and Wade stared down at him.
“What is it?” Peter asked quietly, his fingers tracing over Wade's face, across cheekbones and down the strong jaw. “My Alpha, what is it?”
“I love you.” Wade said then, his eyes vulnerable, the words shaky. “You have given me everything...everything I never thought I would have. I love you. My Omega. Peter. My mate. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Peter sat up on his elbows to give Wade a fierce kiss. “Wade, my Alpha, I love you god dammit I love you. My mate. So much.”
Wade rolled them, soothing Peter with gentle words when the Omega cried out, Wade's knot pulling uncomfortably inside him. “I'm sorry.” He whispered, and wiped the tears from Peter's face. “Alright?”
“Just over full.” Peter smiled down at him and shook his head. “Just a lot of you in me.”
“Mmm.” Wade growled and lifted his hips and Peter shrieked a little. “Come here.” Wade tried to hide his grin and tugged Peter down against his chest, letting him snuggle in close, breathing lightly over Wade's bond mark. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Peter murmured, and his body melted against Wade, exhausted and satisfied. Wade felt around until he could feel a blanket and dragged it up over them, closing his eyes and feeling his Omegas heartbeat against him.
“Smell good, Alpha.” Peter whispered a few minutes later. “Like electric and dangerous and mine.”
“You smell good too, Omega. Wind and warmth and home and mine.”
They lay in the dark together, still connected, just breathing each other in, steady lines of mine, content, peace, home, love filling the air.
“It's better this way.” Wade muttered, just before he fell asleep. “You and me like this.”
“Better this way.” Peter agreed, and kissed his Alpha one last time. “So much better this way.”
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Sometime later, Peter slipped off the sleeping Alpha and reached for his phone.
“What are you doing, honey?” Wade grumbled and felt around in the dark for him. “Come back to bed and get back on my co--”
“Alpha!” Peter interrupted, laughing. “Stop that.”
“Then come up here.” Wade patted his chest invitingly. “Curl up right here and purr for me.”
Peter grinned. “Alright. Big baby. Can't go more than a few minutes without holding me.”
“Can't go more than a few minutes without fuc--”
“Wade!!” Peter slapped a hand over the Alphas mouth. “Honestly.”
“Baby boy.” Wade yawned and wrapped his arms around his omega. “Give me a break. The way you talk in bed makes me sound like a choir boy.”
Peter bit at Wade's chest playfully, then nuzzled over the bonding bite lovingly. “I'm not sorry.”
“Yeah me either.” Wade sighed happily and started drifting off to sleep again.
“Alpha.” Peter whispered. “Will you take me away from here? Away from New York?”
“Wherever you want, honey.” Wade promised. “Whatever you want. You just let me know.”
Peter snuggled closer and smiled to himself.
On the dresser the phone blinked voicemail deleted.
