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Peter had gotten used to it. That’s what he told himself, at least. It made hook-ups awkward—it made even long-term relationships awkward, though Peter had less experience with those. Having a soul mark in such an intimate area was a curse. Everyone who got the opportunity to see it had to comment on it, and for everyone else Peter had to keep it a secret. He lied constantly that he didn’t have a soul mark. That wasn’t something especially rare, a close forty percent of people didn’t have soul marks on a global scale. Peter could easily pretend. After all, he constantly pretended in his civilian life not to be Spider-man.
Then there was Wade. At first, Peter had found him incorrigible, annoying, frustrating—but also witty, funny, and strangely kind-hearted underneath his gruff and insouciant exterior. They’d learned to work together, and somewhere along the way Peter had caught feelings. Feelings he was sure couldn’t be reciprocated, despite Wade’s obviously joking remarks about Peter’s ass. Maybe that had been a sign all along. Maybe Peter should have been paying closer attention.
It took months for them to finally admit to each other their feelings. It had been a normal evening with the pair of them at Wade’s place, playing Mario Kart. Wade had been drinking, as he usually did, and was getting steadily worse at the game with each can of beer down. They had been laughing, Wade falling off the track over and over when Wade suddenly became silent.
“Wade?” Peter had asked, still wearing his full spider-man suit.
“Y’know, spidey. I really like you.”
A hot, blooming feeling filled Peter’s chest. “Ha ha,” Peter had responded. “I really like you too.”
“N-no, I mean it. Mean it. I like you a lot.”
There had been a silence after those words, a silence that Peter didn’t know how to fill. Surely Wade was just being drunk, just being overly affectionate. There wasn’t any deeper meaning behind those words. Peter couldn’t let himself dare hope.
“Alright, Wade. I think you’ve had enough for one night.”
“No. No. Baby boy, you aren’t listening.”
Baby boy. It was Peter’s one weakness—anytime Wade called him that his insides just melted into a gorgeous feeling. Peter swallowed thickly, then paused the game. He turned to Wade.
“What are you trying to say then?”
Wade was half-slumped in his seat. He looked over to Peter, his mask half-off as it usually was at this point of the evening, showing his mouth and scarred chin. Those lips—they looked so kissable, so soft. Peter held himself back from making any action, waiting for Wade’s reply.
“I think we’d be good together,” Wade hiccupped. “Like…like as a c-couple.”
Peter stayed silent. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. For a moment he thought it might be a joke, might be something Wade found funny and they’d both just laugh it off. But Wade made no move to say that. In fact, his face was serious from what Peter could see.
“Oh, fuck,” Wade had murmured. “Alright, alright, never mind. Forget I said anything,” Wade said in a loud, placating tone.
“No, no, wait. Wait.” Peter had stopped Wade. He had put down his controller and edged closer to Wade. Slowly, he tugged off Wade’s mask and looked deep into those startlingly blue eyes. “Do you mean it?” Peter had whispered.
“Y-yeah,” came Wade’s gruff reply and that was all Peter needed. He cupped Wade’s face gently, leaning in to touch their lips together. Finally—finally, they were meeting, moving against each other slowly at first, then with more and more desperation. Peter opened his mouth, inviting Wade in, and Wade took the hint. Their tongues mingled with one another and Peter let out a short, muffled moan at the sensation. They only parted when they no longer had any breath. Peter laughed, smiling. He was suddenly overtaken by a happy, bubbling relief that filled his chest. Then he remembered.
“I have to be honest about something,” Peter said, his face falling.
“Oh god, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? Spidey’s a virgin.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “No, no, I’m not. I’m really not. It’s just…I have a mark. Somewhere kinda private.”
“Uh-huh.”
“A soul mark.”
Wade’s eyes were wide but he was nodding.
“On my…well, on my rim.”
“I’m sorry, you’ve got a soul mark…on your hole?”
Peter nodded, feeling himself blush. “Sorry I never told you I had one, it’s just…embarrassing. But if we’re going to be a couple, I, uh, thought you should know.”
“It’s funny you should mention that. I’ve got one on my dick.”
Peter rolled his eyes again but laughed. “Come on, no you don’t.”
“I do. I can prove it.” Wade started undoing his belt and trousers. He pushed down his trousers, and pulled out his flaccid cock. “See? Right on the head.”
Peter leaned forward to look closer and surely enough a strange elaborate pattern was present on the tip of Wade’s cock. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”
“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises,” Wade said as he tucked it back away.
Peter should have known then, but he didn’t. He didn’t know what his own mark looked like. It was only a week or so later when they were finally seeing each other naked for the first time that the truth would hit him.
Wade was the first to recognise it, as Peter situated himself on the bed, sticking his bare ass up for Wade to see. It took him a moment, Wade playing with Peter’s ass cheeks at first then parting them to see the soulmark for the first time.
“Holy shit.”
Peter sighed. “Yeah, I know, I wasn’t kidding, I have a soulmark –“
“No, no, it’s not that. Holy shit. Baby boy—we match.”
It took Peter a second to process Wade’s remark. He moved so he could see Wade, turning slightly so he could look over his own shoulder. He tried to ascertain how serious Wade was being.
“You’re kidding, right? Do we really?” There was something of hope in Peter’s voice—hope he didn’t dare mentally address. He’d never dreamed he’d find his soulmate, and for it to be Wade…
“I’m not joking. Y’know, for once. Deadly serious. Fuck, it’s like…like you were made for my dick.”
Peter flushed at that. It should have been embarrassing—and maybe it was, just a bit—but it was also arousing. “Fuck, that’s kinda hot,” Peter commented before he could think any better of it.
“Yeah? You into that, baby boy?” Wade asked, his voice lowering. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you. Feel how tight your ass is.”
“Please,” Peter murmured, moving back to his original position.
Wade took his time stretching Peter open, his fingers deftly and skilfully opening Peter up. Peter could hardly wait to feel Wade’s cock and the process was slow for him. It did feel good—Wade’s fingers sliding in an out, scissoring away—but it wasn’t nearly enough. He knew how big Wade’s cock was and how full he knew it would make him feel. Plus, he wanted to know—wanted to know if Wade’s cock was made for him, was perfect for him in every way.
It took several minutes, but eventually Wade stopped, withdrawing his fingers. Peter made a disappointed whine at the sudden loss, earning him a chuckle from Wade.
“Don’t worry, baby boy. You won’t be waiting long.”
Peter could hear Wade moving behind him, and the sound of the lube bottle clicking open once more. He wanted in intense anticipation. He wanted Wade’s cock—he wanted it so bad his own cock was throbbing for it. His soulmate’s cock. He wondered what it’d feel like, how different it’d be to others he’d taken.
“Alright, going in,” Wade informed Peter as he lined up, pressing the head of his cock against Peter’s entrance. It felt right in a way Peter couldn’t explain, their soulmarks finally touching. Then Wade pushed inside.
The stretch was exquisite, leaving Peter to moan out loud as Wade’s cock slowly filled him. He was big, and it took Wade a while as he went inch by inch until finally, he was fully inside. He bottomed out, letting out a groan of his own.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Wade murmured, heartfelt.
“You feel so big, Wade,” Peter responded.
“Yeah? You like that?”
“Yeah. It’s—fuck—“
Wade started moving, his cock sliding in and out of Peter’s ass. The sensation was incredible, perfect, everything Peter had ever dreamed of.
“It’s so good, Wade. It’s so—good—“ Peter moaned as he took Wade’s cock.
“Yeah, you like it? You like being used for what you were made for?”
Peter moaned at that. He wanted to feel like a thing, just an empty vessel for Wade’s cock.
“Yes,” he hissed back, Wade fucking into him a bit harder, hips slapping against his ass and making an indecent noise.
“Such a good cocksleeve. Just like fate wanted you to be, hm?”
“Mm,” was Peter’s reply, enjoying Wade’s words, humiliating as they were. He liked it. It made his cock twitch with interest as it leaked onto the sheets beneath him. He couldn’t remember ever leaking this much – he could feel the wet spot he had made. It was embarrassing in its own right, fuelling his arousal even more. He wanted friction on his cock, but it felt too good taking Wade’s cock that he didn’t want to ask to turn over. Maybe he’d come hands-free. The idea made him moan again.
“Your hole’s so perfect, Pete,” Wade said in a breathy voice, continuing to fuck into Peter. “So nice and tight. Perfect little cumdump.”
Peter gasped at Wade’s words, then melted into a moaning mess. It was too good.
“Please, Wade. Please,” Peter begged.
“That’s what you want to be? Just a thing for me to use? To dump my load in?”
“Yes, Wade, please—please—“ Peter moaned again and starting bucking his hips to meet Wade’s thrusts. “More. Please.”
Wade chuckled dryly. “Cumdumps don’t get to decide how they’re fucked,” he told Peter, though he was picking up speed. “They’re just happy to be taking a cock at all.”
“S-sorry,” Peter said in a breathless tone. “I’m happy—to take your cock, Wade—please—“ He added, though he didn’t know what he was asking for.
“I know you are, baby boy. Bet you’re so hard you’re leaking all over the sheets, hm? Bet you want to touch it.”
Peter had no idea how he knew but he nodded. “Yes, Wade—I’m so hard, I can’t—“
“See if you can come on my dick, baby boy. Like a good fucktoy does.”
“Yes—ah—Wade—“ Peter could feel himself getting close already, trying hard not to rut against the sheets. Every thrust felt like heaven, Wade’s cock going so deep inside of Peter he could hardly believe it. Peter was a moaning, gasping mess—it felt so perfect, so incredible, and he loved every second of it. This is what he was for, he just knew it. A hole for Wade to fuck and use. That’s why his soulmark was on his rim and Wade’s was on his cock. It made sense.
Peter lost himself in the sensation, feeling his orgasm building despite himself. He wanted to come, to finish on Wade’s cock alone, but it was so hard, so tempting to just reach a hand down there and touch himself. He whined in frustration, trying hard to resist bucking his hips.
“You trying to come, baby boy?” Wade asked in a deep voice.
“Mm,” was Peter’s short reply. “I want to come—I want to come so bad—“ There was desperation in his voice—so much it even surprised Peter.
“Come on, baby, you can do it. Come on my dick.”
Peter whined again, but Wade’s words were helping. They were inching him closer; he could feel the tension coiling inside of him, his body starting to tense.
“Keep—talking—“ Peter gasped.
“You want me to keep talking dirty? That’ll help you come, baby boy?”
“Please—Wade—“
“Such a good cocksleeve. You take my dick so well. But you were made for it, weren’t you? Made to take my cock and my come.”
Peter moaned loudly; he wanted it—wanted Wade’s come to fill him.
“Please come in me, Wade,” Peter begged, taking Wade’s cock deep in his ass.
“I’ll come in you, baby boy. I’ll fill you up so nice and good. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To take it all for me like a good little cumdump?”
Peter gasped, his body arching, and with a few well-aimed thrusts Peter suddenly found himself coming—spilling himself all over the sheets beneath him as his orgasm hit him hard, taking his breath away, taking away any thoughts but those about Wade’s cock and he found himself chanting Wade’s name over and over like a prayer without even realising it. He was just coming down from his high when he felt Wade still and begin to pour his come inside of Peter. Peter moaned again, enjoying the sensation as pulse after pulse Wade filled Peter with his come.
The pair were breathing hard, and collapsed onto the bed, Peter almost caring that he was lying in his own mess.
“That was…incredible,” Peter managed to get out.
“Understatement,” Wade grunted. “Can’t believe how perfect you are.”
He slipped his cock out, earning a small whine from Peter, and turned over onto his back.
“I could say the same to you,” Peter countered, moving so he was no longer lying in his come. He lay on his side and looked over at Wade.
“You were really into that, huh?” Wade asked. “All that talk about being a cocksleeve.”
Peter bit his lip shyly. “Yeah. I didn’t realise—I’ve never been talked to like that before.”
“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine. No one else’s,” Wade said possessively, sending a pleasant shiver down Peter’s spine.
“Yours,” Peter agreed, reaching over to hold Wade’s hand. “Forever.”