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Peter was intimately familiar with Wade's designation. He was one of the only heroes Peter knew who happily advertised being an omega. It hadn't affected their friendship much except for one time a couple months ago.
Wade had been mid heat, and the bitchy attitude of someone who hadn't gotten a single knot that whole time. He'd refused to go home, instead teasing Peter with his scent for the better half of the night. When he finally did leave Peter hadn't been able to get the smell out his nose. He'd cut patrol short, going home to fuck a pocket pussy until he'd ripped it in half.
It felt a bit pathetic but he hadn't stopped thinking about it for months. Wade’s designation had never meant anything to Peter until after he'd gotten that whiff of his heat. Something tantalizingly sweet like a maraschino cherry with an undercurrent of Wade's usual burning smell.
He hadn't seen Wade in a couple days, and, not to be a creep, but it was about time for Wade to have another heat. Maybe this whole idea is creepy, he thought to himself as he swung in the direction of Wade's apartment. He would knock on the window, just check in, and if Wade happened to be in heat he'd offer to help. No harm in trying right?
Wade’s apartment wasn't that out of the way, a small place in a dingy area. Peter had only been a couple times, whenever Wade lost a limb and needed help getting home. He'd always been good at memorizing facts like people's addresses though, in case it came in handy later.
He landed on the outside, peeking through a window into Wade's living room. He couldn't see anyone, so he knocked on the glass. When that got no response he tried to open it, and lucky for him it was unlocked. “God… definitely creepy,” he muttered to himself. He could turn back now, not be a creep, and go on with his day… but then it hit him. Wade’s scent wafting through the window. Peter was crawling through before he could second guess himself.
Peter could smell the heat, except not where it was coming from. He sniffed the air trying to figure out where Wade was, but instead he picked up something new. The smokiness was familiar, similar to Wade’s usual smell but slightly different. What really clued him in was the pine, something he'd never picked up from Wade.
“Wade r’you home?” The scratchy gruff voice was one Peter instantly recognized, and was not happy to run into while breaking into Wade's apartment. He felt like he was stun locked as he watched the Wolverine stumble out of Wade's room wearing nothing but a t-shirt. “Spider-Man!” He practically barked out in surprise, yanking down on his shirt to cover himself, but it was too late. Peter had seen it, a pretty cunt covered in just as much hair as the rest of Logan.
“Are you in heat?” He asked, immediately kicking himself mentally. It was barely his business if Wade was in heat, let alone the Wolverine.
“Ya— hold on! Why the hell are you in our apartment, bub!” He seemed to forget the modesty from before in favor of unsheathing his claws to threaten Peter.
He held his hands up in surrender, “I haven't seen Wade in a few days… wanted to see if he needed any… help.” The true meaning of what kind of “help” Peter was offering hung obvious between the two of them.
“Well he doesn’t need your help bub, we're doing perfectly fine on our own, so get lost,” Logan threatened. Before, if Wade had told him he was spending his heat with Logan, he wouldn't have questioned it. Now though, knowing the X-Man was also an Omega, Peter had his doubts.
“You're both omegas? And you’re spending it together?”
“Didn't expect intolerance from the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” Logan sneered. The aggression leaked out his stance and he crumpled forward. Instinctively Peter reached out to keep him from falling face first on the floor. It seemed like heat cramps.
“How long has Wade been gone?” An alpha could barely leave an omega mid heat for a couple hours, Peter doubted two omegas spending a heat together could handle that anymore.
Logan avoided eye contact, but begrudgingly answered, “Haven’t seen him since last night… said he was going on a bodega run.”
Peter had two options here. There was the probably correct answer to be the real hero in this scenario, go find Wade and leave the two omegas to deal with their heat alone. He really had no business here, but now that he’d stupidly inserted himself the least he could do would help.
But Logan was practically quivering in his arms. His legs squeezed together as slick threatened to pour down his thighs. The smell was so strong, a feral need that Peter had never smelled on an omega before. He argued with himself, the angel on his shoulder telling him to stop being a creep, and the devil saying Logan was right there and he needed an alpha.
“Fuck are you just gonna keep standing there or what, bub?”
“What?” Peter felt a little dumb at that response.
“I’m not some flower you gotta worry about hurting kid, and I’m not an idiot either,” Logan argued. “You came here to fuck an omega and I may not be the one you were looking for but heat cramps fucking hurt, so are you gonna take your pants off or not?”
Peter just kept standing there, trying to reframe the situation after what Logan had said. The angel and devil on his shoulder both seemed equally confused by how much Logan seemed to want to fuck. Obviously though, that wasn’t the response he’d been expecting. “God, do I have to present to get you to stop having a moral dilemma?” Logan complained.
His mouth felt dry, he was in over his head, all ‘cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants over the smell of a guy he’d known for years. Still, he shook his head no for Logan. “Good, now c’mere.” Logan grabbed him by the fabric of his suit, dragging him over to the bedroom.
The nest the two omegas had built was impressive, and Peter got a good look at the thing as Logan practically threw him into the middle. The smell was so concentrated here, even stronger than the stuff radiating off of Logan, but Peter could smell the scent he’d come here for too. Wade’s sweet maraschino cherry. It had faded from the merc’s long absence, but Peter was grateful for his enhanced senses.
Logan stood at the edge of the nest with his arms crossed, looking Peter up and down with a glint in his hazel eyes. “Now listen up Spidey, there’s a reason I don’t partner up with alphas. I’m not gonna submit, and I’m not gonna be gentle. Got it? And use your words this time.”
“Loud and clear,” Peter answered. He felt like he was along for the ride, and it seemed that Logan was happy about that situation. A wild smirk spread across Logan’s face as he finally approached the nest, slowly, like a predator.
Wolverine's height was a pretty famous fact, but here, in his nest? Peter had somehow never felt smaller as Logan crawled on top of him, taking his sweet time. He sniffed Peter, taking in his scent, until he was right up against Peter’s face. “New books, I like it.” The gruff whisper right in Peter’s ear sent a shiver down his spine. Then Logan leaned even closer, right to where the seam of Peter’s mask met his suit. “Can I take this off?”
“Fuck…” His brain felt like it was filling with cotton every time Logan spoke. “Just… don’t go running to any newspapers.” He tried to joke, but it wasn’t that funny coming out. Then Logan’s hands were on his neck, surprisingly soft and warm as they pulled his mask off. He probably looked stupid, his hair always looked bad coming out of the mask.
“Didn’t expect you t’have scars,” was the only thing Logan commented on before his focus shifted. His legs were on either side of Peter, and he took advantage of this, grinding his bare pussy on Peter’s bulge. They both groaned in unison. Then Logan was capturing Peter’s mouth in a kiss, rough and messy, as he continued humping his bulge. When Peter reached up, looking to grip Logan’s hips, he was met with a growl. Logan grabbed his wrist, and held him down. “You don’t touch me, I touch you, got it?”
Peter nodded feverishly, “Fuck, yeah, got it.”
While reprimanding Peter Logan hadn’t stopped grinding, clearly eager to cut to the chase. “I’m not… hng!” Peter tried to say something, but he was interrupted as Logan nipped at his jawline, playing with fire so close to Peter’s scent glands. He was sensitive there, alpha’s were usually the ones getting bitten. The attention made him squirm, and his dick leaked through his suit.
“I’m not wearing underwear, if you wanna just…” Logan didn’t need anymore prompting than that, reaching back to rip open Peter’s suit. His cock stood at attention, leaking with pre and knot already pulsing.
“Impressive,” Logan complimented. He didn’t waste any time, lowering himself on Peter until his hole practically kissed Peter’s knot. Logan gripped Peter’s shoulders for purchase, pushing him down into the nest as he focused all his attention on where they were connected.
He was so impossibly tight, suffocating Peter’s cock in his pussy in a way that was addicting. Peter knew Logan had said no touching… but he felt like pushing his luck. He reached up to where Logan was gripping his shoulder, and rested his hand there until Logan’s knot hungry mind got the picture. It seemed he did when he interlocked their fingers, pushing down on Peter’s hand instead of his shoulder. Something sweet in the sea of lust enveloping them.
Logan growled and moaned as he got closer to his own orgasm. When he finally reached it he threw his head back in a howl, pushing down to force Peter’s knot inside him. That alone pushed Peter over the edge, cumming into Logan for what felt like several minutes. The two of them breathed in unison, recovering from the first round.
“Without ME?” A familiar voice called out from the doorway. Peter tried to get a look, but he couldn’t see the man until he came right up behind Logan, planting his hands on Logan’s hips. He pushed Logan down on where they were still knotted, getting a whine out of both of them. “My precious little guard dog caught an intruder while I was gone? Or did he find himself another bitch in heat to play with?” Wade took one of his hands and ruffled Logan’s already messy hair.
“He came here lookin’ for you… wanted to fuck you during your heat,” Logan shared immediately, leaning back into Wade’s touch.
“Hey!” was all Peter could muster up in protest, because Logan was right.
“Spidey!” Wade continued his act of fake shock. “I didn’t take you for that kind of girl. Seems like Lo-Lo here taught the stupid horny alpha a lesson though.” He scratched Logan’s jaw. Watching it was like watching a musical prodigy play their instrument.
“Puppy wouldn’t mind if I get to play with him, right?” Wade spoke to Logan, but eyed Peter with a hungry look in his eyes. He swallowed, bobbing his Adam's apple, as the two of them looked down at him like they couldn’t wait to break him. Peter couldn’t regret chasing Wade’s scent less.