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There had been a number of changes to Peter’s body ever since the day he’d gotten bit by that spider on the field trip.
Super strength was quite a new adjustment; it took him weeks to adjust to it, and he’d broken a number of things during that period. The stickiness was its own issue as well; he’d broken two different keyboards and nearly ripped out the drywall of his room multiple times. The spider-sense was thankfully not too hard to get used to; it took him a few weeks to fully translate all the spikes and messages it gave him, until it finally turned into a language he understood.
The spinnerets were… a particularly interesting development. The very idea that his body was now capable of producing webs had been one of the biggest shocks, leaving him reeling for an entire afternoon until the shock finally wore off and he realized just how cool it was to be able to spin a web. The purring was mortifying at times; it’d nearly gotten his cover blown to his aunt more times than he could count. The ability to detect pheromones definitely took him off guard, and took much longer to decipher than his spider-sense had.
The fangs? Well, they were definitely strange. Peter thanked his lucky stars that they were retractable; if he had to walk around everywhere with fangs, he would’ve probably just holed himself up in his shitty apartment and only go outside on patrols.
The venom was something else entirely. As soon as his fangs appeared, he’d wondered about the possibility of having venom. What kind would it be? Would it be neurotoxic? Cytotoxic? What was the possibility of there being hemotoxins or myotoxins? How would his venom affect the neurotransmitters of the average human? After lots of questioning, he’d ultimately decided that testing his venom was something he’d need to hold off on for a long time; it wasn’t like he could just test his venom on someone, in case it actually caused severe damage, after all.
However, his newfound instincts were quite possibly the most shocking and hard to wrap his head around development.
He remembered when they’d first reared their ugly head, back when he was 21 years old. It’d been three years since Gwen passed, and he’d finally been convinced by a classmate to go with a group of them to a bar - to ‘relax’ and ‘loosen the hell up’, as his classmate had said. Not that anyone knew why he was so tense and reclusive, but he didn’t particularly feel like talking about what had happened to Gwen to people he wouldn’t see again after graduation.
The bar had, surprisingly, not been the worst idea. They’d actually played some fun dance music and served good drinks, and Peter had even managed to strike up a conversation with a girl a little older than him - a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes, as well as a similar interest in science as him. They’d talked for a solid two hours before the bar had closed, and Peter, against his better judgement, had allowed himself to go back to her apartment.
Peter had never thought himself as someone for one night stands before, but he’d found himself somewhat enjoying the whole thing; at least until they were fully undressed and his gums started to itch. The girl had then questioned him, mid kiss, as to why his teeth were so sharp.
How Peter didn’t have a full on freak out right there in her bed, he didn’t know. He managed to spin a story about genetics, his teeth were just naturally sharp like that, and she’d thankfully believed it.
That had not been the last of his body torturing him, though, as he realized only moments later. Her scent was beginning to overwhelm him, the pheromones of her arousal heady and delicious, and he was overcome with a strong, deep-seated need to bite.
He’d left as soon as he could the next morning, murmuring a small apology, and never saw her again. He staunchly refused to go out to another bar after that, and began outright avoiding anyone who tried to make him go to one. It’d lost him a good number of conversations, leaving him even lonelier than he already was, but he didn’t care.
He met Deadpool when he was 26. The two got off to a fairly rocky start, but Deadpool quickly proved himself to be much harder to shake off than any of Peter’s classmates ever had been. The mercenary had refused to let go, and over time, Peter found their relationship turning from a begrudging alliance to an actual, proper friendship. Deadpool became a source of comfort, and laughs. Lots of laughs.
And two years later, at 28 years old, Peter found himself in a relationship with Deadpool - or, one Wade Winston Wilson.
Wade was far from what Peter had ever expected for himself - loud, crass, male, muscled as hell and with a bloody past - but he was simultaneously everything Peter had never known he’d needed. Wade was steady, warm; a buoy in a raging storm, keeping Peter grounded and sane amidst the chaos of his life. He was loud, quick-witted and hilarious, keeping Peter completely on his toes and keeping him more than entertained.
And, as Peter had quickly found out, he was also a very generous lover.
It had been two weeks since they’d officially gotten together, after an impromptu confession from Peter sealed the deal. The past two weeks had been incredible, and he’d grown accustomed to receiving mind blowing orgasm after mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of one Wade Wilson.
However, Peter had yet to reveal that one particular instinct of his. His need to bite.
He didn’t particularly know why. He knew Deadpool well enough to know that the man would probably be very into the concept of Peter biting him; that the idea of Peter having such overwhelming instincts in bed would absolutely be right down the man’s alley. A surefire strike.
But, Peter had still yet to reveal it.
It was a deep-seated self-esteem thing of his, ever since the moment he’d been bitten by that spider and gone through such overwhelming changes that he didn’t even recognize himself anymore. The boy he’d been before was long-gone, his shell discarded for something more. He wasn’t entirely human anymore, despite how human he looked - the bite had taken that away from him eleven years ago, after all.
But Wade made him feel human. Wade made him feel loved, accepted, revered - spidery-ness and all. Peter absolutely adored that about him: that he could find a home with the man who’d torn down his walls and immediately accepted everything he saw without a second thought.
Peter knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide that aspect of himself forever. He knew that. Peter was far from an idiot - occasional dumb little decisions notwithstanding.
And besides, Wade had noticed. He’d noticed something was off; he was too smart not to. Wade was far smarter than anyone gave him credit for, Peter had learned - no one became such a talented mercenary based off sheer muscle alone, after all. No, it took brawn and brains, and Wade had more than enough of both, thank you very much.
Peter had nearly slipped the first time they’d slept together. The smell of Wade - meaty, salty, spicy, husky - was so much, almost too much for Peter to ignore. He’d felt his gums get hard, and it had taken almost every ounce of self-control to will his fangs down and away. Wade, thankfully, had been a bit too focused on admiring Peter’s body to notice, but Peter knew it was only a matter of time.
His body seemed keen on trying to betray him almost every time, he’d discovered. Wade smelled incredible - better than anything Peter had ever smelled in his life, in fact. Every time, he could feel his senses screaming at him: to bite, to mate, to take and claim Wade as his and his alone. It was near deafening, as much as Peter tried to hide it.
Their patrol tonight hadn’t helped. They’d gotten into a long-lasting fight with some sword-wielding goons, ripping Wade’s suit in a few places and exposing the smell of his too-sweet blood and crisp spice into the air. Wade had cocked a silent brow at Peter mid-fight, after Peter had failed to hide the flicker of emotions over his face, but he’d thankfully gone right back to fighting off said goons instead of interrogating Peter right then and there.
However, he knew it wouldn’t last for long.
Peter slipped his suit off almost the second they’d gotten fully into Wade’s apartment, shedding it until he was only in his boxers, rolling his eyes fondly when Wade let out a small whoop.
Peter threw his suit at him.
“I’m gonna shower.” He spoke, catching the suit as Wade threw it right back, moving to sling it back at him yet again. Wade pulled both arms up and caught it before it could even hit him. “Can you put my suit in the wash?”
“Of course, I got it sweetums.” Wade replied, his voice dripping with sweet honey as he waltzed over and pressed an overly affectionate kiss to Peter’s cheek, earning a laugh from the younger man.
Peter stepped over and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to steady himself amidst the overwhelmingly delicious smell of Wade all around him. He tugged his boxers off and turned the water to the hot side, waiting a few moments before he stepped in to rinse himself clean of the day’s dirt and sweat; as well as, of course, focus on something other than the way his gums were aching slightly, even now.
It thankfully didn’t take long for the water to run clear and for Peter to feel properly clean, turning the water off and stepping out to towel himself dry. He grabbed the pair of boxers and the t-shirt he’d laid out for himself, tugging the clothing articles on before stepping out into the living room - abruptly pausing where he stood.
Wade had not only already stripped himself of his suit, he discovered, but had also dressed himself in nothing but a pair of boxers as he turned the washing machine on. His back was still turned to Peter, his scars and muscles on full, beautiful display. A second or two passed before the smell of Wade hit him in full force again - the sweat, the blood, the pheromones.
Unfortunately for him, Wade had chosen that exact moment to turn back around, immediately catching the odd expression on his face.
“Petey?” Wade took a step forward, voice surprisingly tentative. “Hey, what’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” He asked, forcing himself out of his frozen state to walk over to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of water.
“You know what I mean.” Wade closed the door to the laundry closet and stepped over towards him, blue eyes studying him. “You keep giving me looks. C’mon, Petey, spill.”
“Wade, I-”
“Is it something you don’t trust me with?”
“No, no! Not that! It’s just…” Peter let his voice trail off for a moment, gears in his brain turning rapidly as to just what to do. Wade would know if he was lying - the man was more than smart enough to notice.
Peter blanked for a moment. He knew Wade, trusted him; but the idea of revealing something so… inhuman about himself was scary. The idea that he even had these instincts wasn’t something he’d even yet accepted about himself. To admit it aloud… he wasn’t sure if he should.
But he also knew very well that he couldn’t just lie to Wade. He’d been called out on it, held dead to rights. Peter knew how Wade was, too. Knew that if Wade thought, even for one moment, that Peter didn’t trust him enough with a part of himself, that it’d crush him, even if he tried to hide it. Wade may have gotten good over the years at deciphering Peter, but Peter had gotten similarly good at deciphering Wade.
Ultimately, his own self-esteem issues weren’t a big enough reason to keep hiding this from Wade.
“It’s just… it’s weird. Weird enough that I don’t even want to think much about it” He allowed, keeping his voice as steady as he could. “I didn’t mean to hide anything from you, I promise. It’s just. Hard to deal with.”
Wade tilted his head curiously, soaking in the information.
“What is it, Peter? You know me, you can’t scare me off with weird.”
“I know I can’t.” Peter replied, fondness evident in his voice. “It’s. It’s about my powers.”
“What about your powers?”
“It’s.” Peter paused. The idea of accepting that this was even real, that this was a part of him, was far more intimidating than it should’ve been, but he’d already decided to not hide anything from Wade. “You know how I’ve explained before that the bite turned me pretty spidery? I mean, like, behaviorally as well.”
Wade nodded. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Well, I have quite a few of the most basic traits of a spider. I can produce webs, stick to any surface, and can detect pheromones. And, well. I also have fangs.”
Wade froze for a moment, and Peter could hear his heartbeat stutter in his chest.
“Fangs?” He repeated.
“And venom.”
Wade blinked at him owlishly. “And you didn’t tell me this before, baby boy?” He asked, almost incredulous. “Oh, that is so hot. Have you ever bitten someone before? Or am I the first?”
“No.” Peter admitted, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not like it’s something easy to test. I can’t just ask someone to allow me to expose them to something potentially very dangerous. Spider venom is primarily neurotoxic, which would block nerve impulses and messages to the muscles, causing cramps and disrupting bodily functions. If it overstimulated neurotransmitters like acetylcholine or norephinephrine, it could cause paralysis. If it was cytotoxic, it could lead to ulcers and necrosis.” He shook his head. “I can’t just test that on anyone.”
“You could always test it on me!”
“C’mon Wade-”
“No! I’m serious!” Wade cried, moving forward to grasp ahold of Peter’s biceps. “You know me Pete - you can’t end me, I’ll just bounce back from anything and everything. When do these fangs of yours appear? Because, uh, I’ve yet to see them so I’m presuming that they’re retractable.”
Peter held back the urge to shrink into himself, to make himself smaller. “Primarily during. Well.” He bit his lip, willing himself to just get it out and over with. “During sex, mostly.”
Wade looked dumbfounded. “Wait wait wait wait wait. If they appear during sex, does that mean-” He lifted a hand up to cover his mouth, which had fallen open to a perfectly round ‘o’ shape. “You’ve been holding back on me all this time??”
Peter, to his credit, had the decency to look sheepish.
“Yeah, sorry.”
Wade could hear the anxiety in his voice, if the way he softened was anything to go by. “Oh, Petey, you don’t have to apologize for that. I get it.” He raised one hand to rub at Peter’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring smile. “You know, you can absolutely bite me if you need. I am one million percent on board with that, Petey-Pie.”
Peter considered it for a moment. The logical side of his brain was firmly against the idea of letting his fangs out and envenoming Wade - to submit to this animalistic side of him, to inject venom into Wade and risk the side effects, even knowing Wade would be more than okay with it, it was still terrifying.
However, the spidery part of himself was singing. Craving it more than he’d ever thought possible. Holding himself back all this time had been increasingly difficult, after all. The more he smelled Wade, the more those desires floated to the surface - threatening to overwhelm him with an animalistic urge to sink his teeth down as deep as he could get them, to taste Wade’s blood and sweat, to mark him as his and his alone.
“Are you sure?” He questioned, his voice betraying just how excited the spidery part of him was for the idea.
Wade tilted his head, eyes wide. “Absolutely I am, baby boy. Just say the word, and I am yours.”
And fuck, if that wasn’t exactly what the spidery part of him wanted to hear.
Those three little words finally caused the little brick wall in his mind to crumble, and before he knew it, he was kissing Wade, legs wrapped around the man’s hips as he indulged himself in the taste of Wade as much as possible. Wade’s arms flew up to hold Peter steady as he proceeded to make his way towards the bedroom. Peter licked at Wade’s lips, grinning internally as he was granted entrance and he could shove his tongue into Wade’s mouth to explore him.
How exactly Wade got them to the bedroom so easily with Peter still clinging to him, he didn’t know, but he didn’t think to question it at all once he landed on the bed and Wade instantly moved to hover over him, lips reattaching to his with fervor.
Peter instinctively wrapped both arms around Wade’s neck, pulling him down as much as he could, deepening the kiss to an almost impossible point, before pushing his plan into action. With a single, quick flip, Wade was underneath him, groaning into the kiss as Peter’s hands roamed all over him, cascading over the ridges of his scars as though Wade’s body was a treasure map to explore in depth. He’d found himself enamored with Wade’s body from the start; not only the way he smelled but the way he was textured, scars ribbed as though they existed solely for Peter’s pleasure, to rub the entire length of his body against. Peter did so to his hearts content, straddling Wade and grinding his body down onto Wade’s hips, moaning into the kiss at the delicious feeling of it all.
Wade’s hands moved up to grab ahold of his ass, kneading and squeezing the soft skin as Peter rolled his hips in a circle, pushing his tongue deeper into Wade’s mouth as the merc worked.
Peter then finally broke the kiss, chest heaving, taking a moment to collect his breath before leaning down and tucking his face right into the crook of Wade’s neck. He took one glorious, deep inhale of the smell of Wade, before pushing his face in deeper and attaching his mouth to Wade’s throat, sucking down hard.
Peter felt his gums ache, his mouth tingling as he drank in the taste of Wade. His hips were still grinding down as one hand snaked downwards, hooking underneath the waistband of Wade’s boxers before tugging them down in one fell swoop. His hand then shot out towards the bedside table, fumbling for mere seconds before the bottle was opened with a sharp click, and Peter was drizzling lube onto his fingers.
He encircled Wade’s entrance with one lube slick finger for a good few seconds before pushing a finger in, relishing the way Wade’s breath hitched, heart fluttering in his chest.
A second finger quickly joined the first, and Peter scissored his digits before curling upwards, searching, seeking - grinning as Wade keened underneath him, and he knew he’d found it. He worked Wade open with single-minded determination, pushing a third finger in to join the rest, stretching Wade open with clear intent as he just kept sucking down hard on Wade’s neck, tongue lapping at the scarred skin.
“Ready?” Peter panted, pulling off of Wade for just a moment to take in the merc’s disheveled appearance. Wade’s eyes were blown wide, a small ring of blue visible beyond the dilated pupils, staring at Peter as though he were the panacea.
“Yes. Fuck yes, baby boy, ruin me.”
Peter grinned; a dark, animalistic thing that served to make Wade shiver in heady anticipation. Peter fully stretched his three fingers apart before pulling out, tugging his boxers down in one swift move before slicking his dick up with lube. He leaned down again, mouthing at Wade’s collarbone as he directed his cock to rest against Wade’s entrance - and with a single, glorious push, he was already halfway inside.
Peter blearily heard himself groan as he was finally gifted with that tantalizing wet heat, all silky and sopping wet. He pressed his mouth down, teeth pricking against Wade’s neck as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully enveloped within Wade, hips flush against Wade’s ass.
Wade let out a moan underneath him, and that was all it took for Peter’s carefully built restraint to snap. He groaned before pressing his mouth down even harder, fangs finally piercing Wade’s skin and sinking down into the meat of him.
Mouthwatering. Delicious. Ambrosian. Peter had never before tasted something so good. Wade was meaty, spicy, husky - the taste of him lit up all of his pleasure centers at once, lighting his entire body on fire. His gums ached, fluid pooling around his fangs before he sank his teeth in deeper, relishing the gush of fluid that left his fangs.
His venom, he realized. He ground his hips in a circle, burying Wade ever so slightly deeper in him as a small wash of blood ran down his throat. Savoring the delectableness of it all for a few moments longer, Peter finally pulled off, lapping at the wound left behind with ever tender care, suckling up the last beads of blood before fully pulling off.
Wade was a sight underneath him. Pupils blown so wide with lust that Peter could barely see the blue anymore, skin flushed red and sweaty, lips swollen and kiss-bitten as his chest heaved, breathing unsteady. Wade was staring at him with an emotion that Peter could only describe as reverence, and he almost felt himself stutter in the face of such raw, heady adoration directed entirely at him.
“Beautiful,” He rasped, leaning down to kiss Wade tenderly. He ran a delicate hand along Wade’s jawline, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin.
Wade opened his mouth, clearly about to release some sort of beg or plead for more, but Peter didn’t even give him the chance. He pulled almost entirely out until just the tip remained inside, before slamming right back into his lover underneath him, ripping a near shrieking moan from Wade’s throat. His head was thrown violently back as Peter picked up a harsh pace, thrusting and grinding his hips as he attached his mouth all over Wade’s chest, licking and sucking hard at the skin as though Wade were a feast fit for a king.
“Oh fuck, Petey, holy- shit-” Wade rasped, his voice becoming breathier by the second as he wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck, fingers digging into the supple flesh. Peter felt a spark of pain flood through him, quickly ignored underneath the weight of arousal.
It was all so much. So delicious, so… heavenly. Peter could barely describe it with words. He felt as though he were on cloud nine, his senses overwhelmed with nothing but Wade, and Peter was sure that if he died mid-thrust, it would be the absolute best death anyone had ever experienced.
He felt Wade clench sporadically around him, and he reached a hand down to curl around Wade’s cock, stroking once or twice before Wade finally fully broke apart underneath him, shattering into a million pieces. Wade’s ass clenched so tight around him that it nearly hurt, ropes of white coating his and Peter’s chest and stomach as Wade positively thrashed underneath him.
Peter felt his own orgasm charging toward him like a bull, fierce and hot, and he managed two or three more thrusts before it consumed him entirely.
Peter felt himself implode underneath the ecstasy of it all. His synapses fried with pleasure as his vision whited out, and stars began dancing behind his eyelids as he spilled himself deep inside of Wade. Peter growled against the skin of Wade’s chest before sinking his teeth down yet again, lapping up as much of the taste of Wade as he could. The man was sweet, sweet ambrosia flooding through his veins, honeyed and sugared, tasty beyond all belief.
Peter slowly returned to himself a few moments later, blinking as he realized his head was fully laid on top of Wade’s chest. Wade’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, breathing still slowly steadying as he caught ahold of himself. Peter let his eyes flicker closed, the room silent save for the sounds of their synchronized breathing.
“Fucking hell, Pete.” Wade finally rasped after a good few minutes, his voice heavily strained. “That- that was…”
“Incredible.” Peter breathed, savoring the sound of Wade’s heart beating steadily in his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to Wade’s chest before finally lifting his head, blinking slowly as he took the sight of Wade in. The man looked positively ruined, in the absolute best way, and Peter felt a swell of pride flood through him at the sight.
Wade let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. It definitely was that.”
Peter tilted his head, tracing a finger along the line of Wade’s jaw. “How did it feel? The venom, I mean?”
“Only like the world’s most intoxicating cocktail of pleasure.” Wade breathed, his gaze reverent. “Fucking hell, baby boy, I didn’t even know that level of pleasure existed. I was on cloud fuckin’ nine, swear to you.”
Peter let out a small laugh, grinning broadly. “Good. Again?”
Wade nodded so fervently that it tore another laugh from Peter. “Absolutely. Please, baby boy, bite me and ruin me.”
Peter licked a stripe along Wade’s jaw. “Alright. As you wish.”