“Hey, Spidey, you can’t just leave me like this!”

Peter didn’t bother turning around to look at where he had Deadpool up against the wall with his  hands and feet bound with webbing.  He answered dismissively, “The webbing will dissolve in a few hours.  You’ll be fine.  I suggest when it does dissolve, you take your trouble-making self out of my city.  I have no interest in having to baby-sit you while I’m trying to work.”

He raised his arm and aimed, readying himself to swing away.

“That’s not what I meant.” Deadpool called, the hint of desperation in his voice halting Peter’s departure.  “Seriously, man, you can’t just leave me like this.”

“What are you talking about…?” Peter started to say as he turned towards Deadpool.

Deadpool nodded his head significantly down, indicating his lower body.  And the very obvious erection that he was sporting.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“When did…?”  Peter knew he was going to regret hearing the answer–because seriously, Deadpool–but he couldn’t stop himself.  “Was it the fighting or the tying up?”

“The fighting,” Deadpool muttered.

Peter’s eyebrow arched up in surprise, though Deadpool couldn’t see it.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell me you don’t get hard fighting sometimes, and fuck, have you seen your ass?  All pert and tight, and gliding under that spandex—”

Peter flushed and he was glad that his mask hid his face.  “OK, I get the point.”

“The tying up bit made it worse because seriously, mix in a little shibari style, and you should be charging money for this, it’s so fucking hot…”

“I get it,” Spider-Man insisted more forcefully.

Deadpool pouted petulantly.  “You asked.”

“I know.  I did.  I regret it.”

“Anyway, seriously man, you can’t just leave me like this.  I don’t want to be left hanging in your webs in this state for someone to come by and laugh at me.  Or worse, snap a shot and instagram or tweet this shit.  This city is super-hero central.  Someone will come by, and I get laughed at enough, y’know?  Hurts a guy’s feelings.”

They were tucked up in a tight corner on a rooftop, not particularly visible unless someone was flying directly past or overhead, which, considering Deadpool’s point—that they were in super-hero central—was entirely possible.  Deadpool might be an annoying mercenary who probably deserved most of what he got, but Peter wasn’t that much an asshole to leave someone in such an embarrassing state.  There had been enough terribly embarrassing things that had happened to Peter that were spread all over social media so he knew how much it did hurt.

Still, he couldn’t resist being a bit of a bastard.  Because it was Deadpool and Peter was at least somewhat an asshole so he had to give the guy a hard time first.  He placed a hand on his hip and commanded, “Beg me.”

“…Wha…?” Deadpool wondered, confusion clear in his face despite the mask.

“You heard me.  Beg.”

And he did.  “Oh, please, Spidey, I need this.  I need to feel you.  Your hands, your mouth.  Oh, please.  Your mouth…the hot wetness enveloping me…I need it.  Please…”

Peter’s jaw dropped open.  Wow.  That was not the kind of begging he had been expecting.  He had thought Deadpool would beg to be released, not…for release.

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Spider-Man was just standing there at the moment, but Wade figured he only had a few more seconds before the superhero got over his shock and kicked his ass.  What Wade was saying was completely true, and he thrilled in the opportunity to say it in a way that he could pass off as joking, so he continued, desperate and breathless, “I need you.  Please, oh please, I need you.  Fuck me.  Bend me over, slam into me.  Make me scream.  I need to feel you inside me.  Filling me up.  Fuck me until I can’t stand up.  Please, please.  I need it…I…what are you doing?”

Wade broke off his begging in confusion as he discovered that suddenly Spider-Man was pressed up against him and was sliding down his body.

“YOU were the one asking for this,” Spider-Man retorted and then he was lowering Deadpool’s pants and boxers down his thighs.  At some point in all of this, Spider-Man had pulled his mask up over his mouth and yes, that was indeed a Spider-Man’s mouth touching him.  Licking him, and oh my god Spider-Man was swallowing him and he couldn’t…

“I’m coming…” he barely got out in warning before he shuddered, shooting come into Spidery-Man’s mouth.

Wade watched as Spider-Man leaned back onto his heels and wiped off some come that had dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.

Fuck.  He hadn’t been this quick on the draw since he was a teen.  And he had come in Spider-Man’s mouth, and you just don’t do that to someone without making sure they want it!

“Well, that was quick.”

Spider-Man didn’t sound upset about having Wade come in his mouth, so that was a relief, but he did sound amused, and that was almost as bad, because now Spider-Man was going to be laughing at him about how pathetic he was.  And he wanted to curl up in a little ball, cover his face with his hands, or at the very least pull his pants back up but he couldn’t because he was bound up and it wasn’t at all sexy when he was this pathetic.

“I can’t help it,” Wade protested.  “I wasn’t expecting you to actually…and it’s been such a long time since anyone…and you, you, of all people…” Wade was sobbing with frustration.

Spider-Man was on his feet.  “Shhh,” he hushed as he placed a single finger onto Wade’s lips.  “This isn’t the crying I want to be hearing from you.”

“I—” Wade started but Spider-Man cut him off.

“No.” Spider-Man’s tone was firm.  “I don’t want to hear anything out of this mouth that isn’t telling me just how you want me to fuck you.”

There was a commanding edge to Spider-Man’s voice that made Wade shiver.  “Really?  You want…”

Spider-Man stepped back, and Wade ached at the loss of his touch.  Shit.  He had said the wrong thing, and Spider-Man…

…Spider-Man was pointing down to a rather impressive erection that was tenting his spandex.

That stopped Wade’s crying for certain.  “How long has that been there?” he asked, bewildered.

“About the time you were telling me to bend you over and fuck you,” Spider-Man shot back.

Wade grinned.  “Classy.”

“What.  It’s been a while for me too.”  Spider-Man stepped beside him again and slid Wade’s mask up, exposing his mouth and Wade freaked out again because his face and he couldn’t…

But then Spider-Man was whispering breathily into his ear, “Where did you say you wanted my mouth?”

Wade shuddered with pleasure.  “On my dick.”

Spider-Man licked his earlobe then whispered, “Just your dick?”

“Nooo…not just my dick.”

“Where else do you want my mouth?”

“E—everywhere.”

Then Spider-Man’s mouth was on his and they were kissing.

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Peter wasn’t generally into guys…he had that on and off again thing with Johnny Storm, but that was Johnny, who didn’t have something going on with him?  So yeah, not really into guys, least of all someone like Wade, who, yeah, he admitted had a smoking hot body under those scars, but he was, y’know, Deadpool.

But Peter did like tying people up and being dominant, and none of his past girlfriends really liked that sort of thing except for Black Cat.  Except she liked being the one on top too.  They tried switching roles up, but neither one really liked being the submissive and the relationship, such as it was, fizzled.  Having someone tied up, under his control, begging him, his body reacting to Peter’s slightest touch…yeah, he was really, really turned on right now.

Peter trailed his hands up and down, caressing Wade’s torso.  The kissing was nice, better than nice, but it was not enough to satisfy him, and if they was doing this, he was going to go all the way.  He slipped his gloves off and heedlessly dropped them onto the ground.

Peter bent his head and trailed his breath along Wade’s chest working his way lower.  Wade moaned with anticipation.  But when Peter slid his hands under Wade’s shirt and inched it up, his moan turned to an anxious whine.  “No…”

Peter halted.  “No?”

“Leave my shirt…don’t look…my skin…”

Oh right.  Deadpool had a bit of a complex about how he looked.  A mixture of pity and amused exasperation filled Peter.   “Wade, I’ve already gotten up close and personal with your dick, I’m rather past the point where I’d freak out about your scars if I was going to.  And I didn’t, because they don’t bother me, if the boner I have pressed up against your thigh isn’t a clue enough about that.”

Peter slid down to a crouch and began to massage the back of said thigh, impatient to get his hands back to their task of groping Wade’s chest, but waiting until the other man felt comfortable again with what Peter was doing.

“Y—you called me ‘Wade’,” Wade marveled.

With all that he just said, Wade was going to focus on that?  “Well, yeah.  I’ve had your dick in my mouth; it doesn’t feel right to just call you ‘Deadpool’ after that,” Peter explained.

“I don’t—I don’t know what to call you…”

That Deadpool was Wade Wilson was common knowledge among the superhero crowd, but Spider-Man had a secret identity, so Wade wouldn’t know his name.  Peter didn’t want to out himself to Wade, beyond what he had already done in terms of his sexuality, but it wasn’t really fair, considering the rather intimate situation they were currently engaged in, for Peter to call him Wade and for Deadpool to be unable to reciprocate.

“Peter.  My name is Peter.”  It was just his first name, and without his last name or his face, it should be safe enough to reveal.  “Just don’t scream it out too loud, okay?”

“Peter,” Wade whispered as if tasting the sound.  “Peter…”

Wade said his name with a treasured reverence, as if it was something precious that been bestowed upon him.  Peter felt his chest tighten with emotion.  He hadn’t intended for this to be more than just a one-off.  Peter pressed his forehead down on Wade’s thigh.  “Wade…,” he moaned.

He felt Wade’s penis twitch, swollen hard again and already dripping pre-come.

OK, they could talk about feelings and whatever later.  For the moment, Peter wanted to have his way with the very well-endowed man he had at his mercy.

Peter looked up at Wade and grinned wickedly.  “You like that, don’t you, Wade.”

Wade shuddered and gasped.

Peter leaned back on his heels again.  “You’d probably come again all on your own, without me touching you, wouldn’t you, Wade.”

Wade shook his head and moaned, “No…I need you…I need you to…touch me….”

“That’s right.  You said you wanted my mouth on you.”

Wade nodded emphatically.

“You wanted my mouth here.” Peter leaned forward and caressed Wade’s penis, causing him to cry out and jerk into Peter’s palm.

“And you wanted my mouth everywhere.”  Peter slid his hand, slick with pre-come, up along Wade’s chest.  “You’re worried about your scars.  About how I would react to seeing how they look.  I think they look sensitive.” From his place kneeling at Wade’s crotch, Peter looked up grinned naughtily.  “And I like sensitive.”

Oh the filthy moans that were coming out of Wade’s mouth as Peter licked his way up from Wade’s hip bone to that gloriously sensitive nipple.  Yeah, Wade’s chest was just as sensitive to his touch as Peter thought it would be.  Oh the things he could do…the things he wanted to do…

“I’m going to suck you off again,” Peter informed him.  “This time, you’re not going to come until I tell you to, is that understood?”

Wade mutely nodded, so Peter slid himself back down so that he was kneeling in front of Wade’s crotch again.  “It’s a good thing I’m in such great shape, or all this up and down would be murder on my knees,” Peter quipped.

“You more than welcome to stay like that forever,” Wade responded.

Peter chuckled.  “Yeah, well, I think it would be a bit difficult to fuck you from this position, and I do believe that besides my mouth on you, there was also a request for me to fill you up and fuck you.”

Wade inhaled sharply.  “YES!  I want!  I very much want and oh god!”

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The ability to speak left Wade immediately when Peter’s mouth found his cock again.  Peter wasn’t able to fit his entire length in his mouth, but he made up for that lack with the fabulous things he was doing with his tongue.  Peter alternated between licking around his head to enveloping his cock with his mouth and going down on him as much as he could.  As if that wasn’t maddeningly wonderful enough, Peter started caressing his balls as well.

Peter licked around the tip again and then trailed his tongue down Wade’s shaft.  Then Peter ran his tongue around a particularly large scar following it back up to the tip, gently lapping around the foreskin.  Wade found that so distracting he hadn’t noticed that Peter’s hand had moved off his balls and along his inner thigh until suddenly his finger had found Wade’s hole.

Wade’s ability to think rationally was thrown out the window when Peter’s finger caressed around his hole and pressed slowly into him.  Wade only realized he had started thrusting into Peter’s mouth when the young man gave a warning growl, humming in such a wonderful way around Wade’s cock that it wasn’t much of a deterrent for the thrusting.  But then Peter moved both hands so he was pinning Wade’s hips to the wall behind him, and while he did immensely enjoy experiencing just how strong Peter was, this position meant that Peter was no longer teasing his ass and this was a problem.

“Please,” Wade pleaded, his voice was wrecked and he knew it, but kept begging, “I need you in me, please…”

Peter kept one hand holding Wade’s body still while the other went back to his ass and his finger slid in again slightly deeper and oh…fuck was that good.

Between the fingering of his ass and the mouth on his cock, Wade wasn’t going to last much longer.  Peter seemed to sense that and pulled back for a moment.

“Do you have anything…?” Peter asked.

“Anything…?” Deadpool questioned, needing more context to be able to answer Peter’s query.

“I don’t normally do this sort of thing as Spider-Man,” Peter said apologetically.  “I don’t carry any condoms with me, and we need some sort of lube, right?  I should have thought of that before we got this far, but I hadn’t really planned on this…”

Fuck, Wade was going to be completely undone here.  Peter managed to be both commanding and dominate and Wade knew that with a little guiding Peter would be the perfect Sir, and yet at the same time he was this adorable and Wade just wanted to squeeze him up into his arms.  If his arms weren’t still bound up with webs so he couldn’t actually do that.

“We don’t really need a condom,” Wade explained.  “I can’t catch anything on the off chance you did have something, and there’s nothing you could catch from me, since I’ve got nothing alive in me but the cancer.”

Peter inhaled sharply and Wade realized he had just voiced another of those mood-killing admissions.  He needed to get back to the sexy-times fun part and not let Peter dwell on the ‘I live with cancer constantly fighting my healing factor every day of my life’ downer part, so he spoke quickly, “The lube would make things a bit easier, but we can make do with spit instead.  I wouldn’t recommend that with most other guys, but most other guys don’t have a healing factor.  I take it you haven’t done this before…?”

Peter shook his head.  He looked down as he admitted, quietly, “Some hand jobs with Johnny Storm, but who hasn’t?”

Wade hadn’t, because he wasn’t cool enough for Johnny Storm, but he managed not to say that out loud because it might be another one of those mood killing things.

Peter continued, “But I haven’t gone all the way.  Not with a guy, I mean.”

Peter was killing him with how adorable he was.  Wade really wanted to reach down and take his hands in his own, but yeah, still bound up and this really was getting to be a hindrance.  A really hot hindrance, but still.

“Bring your hand here,” Wade told him.

“What?”

“We need some spit for lube, and I got an idea to make it a little more fun than just hocking a logy on yourself.  So, your hand.  No, not that one.  The other one that hasn’t been up in my ass already, if you please.”

Peter tentatively reached his hand up towards Wade’s mouth.

“That’s it,” Wade encouraged.  Then he leaned his head forward as much as he could from his bound up position and took a few of Peter’s fingers into his mouth and sucked.  Wade’s tongue curled around his fingers and Peter really didn’t expect this to be as hot as it was.  It made him think of what else he wanted to put into that mouth.  Another time.

After a moment, Wade leaned his head back.  “There we go.  Add in some of the natural slick we’ve both got going on, if you know what I mean, and you should be good to go.”

Peter nodded, feeling more confident.  That he could do.  He lowered his pants slightly and took out his own cock.  He moved himself so he could take both their dicks in his hand, rubbing them up and down, coating himself with Wade’s saliva and pre-come.

When he felt ready, he tried to position Wade’s body so he could enter him, but Wade’s feet were still trapped in webbing and he made slight protesting noises that indicated that Peter was moving him in an uncomfortable way.

Peter leaned down, grabbed the large bowie knife out of Wade’s boot and sliced the webbing just around his feet, leaving Wade’ arms still bound.  As he stood back up, he dropped the knife on the ground, uncaring about it after it had served its function.  He looked Wade over before he realized that just unbinding Wade’s feet wasn’t going to be enough.

Reaching down again, Peter roughly pulled Wade’s boots off.  He tossed them in the pile of discarded things and turned his attention to pulling Wade’s pants and boxers completely off.  Wade was now standing against the wall, his arms stuck with webbing, his shirt was pushed up, completely exposing his chest, and he was now completely naked from the waist down.  Peter really liked the look.

But while he enjoyed what he was seeing, he had striped Wade for a reason.  Unfortunately, he had dried off some in his efforts to remove Wade’s clothing.  Peter brought his hand back up to Wade’s mouth.

“Again,” he ordered.

Wade complied, tasting and sucking, getting his fingers thoroughly wet.  When Wade released his hand, Peter pressed himself up to him, taking both their dicks in hand again to finish lubing himself up again with their mingled slick.  When he thought he was ready, he repositioned himself.  Peter reached his hands down to the back of Wade’s thighs, lifting them up to encourage Wade to wrap his legs around his waist.  Wade didn’t need much to figure out what Peter was wanted.

He held Wade firmly by the hips, keeping him steady as he eased into Wade’s hole, tiny thrusts taking Peter deeper and deeper with each movement.  Wade rolled his head back and groaned when Peter pushed himself in fully.  Slipping his hands lower to cup Wade’s ass, Peter began to move his hips, gradually at first, before thrusting in and out in a steady pace.

The sensation was similar and yet completely different, being in a man versus a woman.  Wade’s cock bounced against his abs with each of his thrusts, a constant reminder that he was with a guy not a girl, but Peter was actually finding it rather hot.  And Wade was tight around him and Peter found that he was enjoying the experience tremendously.

From the strangled cry Wade let out, Peter knew he was hitting Wade’s prostate in the right manner.  If his constant stream of moans and pants were any indication, Wade was enjoying this just as much.

“Fuck…oh fuck, Peter!  Yes, oh fuck, harder!” Wade moaned.

Hearing how wrecked he had made Wade was pushing Peter closer.  His pace wasn’t steady now, it was just relentless needy rutting.  He was probably thrusting too hard, but Wade didn’t sound like he was in pain.  He moaned for more.  And the more he cried out with pleasure, the more Peter pushed.  As if everything about this wasn’t such a turn on, the fact that he didn’t need to hold back and keep his strength in check was incredible.  “Wade.  Come,” he rasped.

********************

That was enough to push Wade over.  Hearing Spider-Man–Peter–command him in such a sexy way…He arched up and jerked into his second, much more enjoyable, orgasm for the night.  First he had come too quickly, and now he had come with just a dick in his ass, without any direct stimulation to his cock.  He probably should feel a bit more humiliated about that, but he didn’t think Peter minded on the second part considering he told him to and it sounded like Peter was close too.

And yup, that was definitely come shooting up into his ass.  Peter kept thrusting through it as his body shook with his orgasm.  Wade was pretty impressed with his stamina.  With a final shudder, Peter was done, and he would have collapsed if Wade’s legs weren’t still wrapped around him.

They stayed like that for a moment.  Peter’s softening dick was still in his ass and Wade just wanted to stay together like they were for the rest of his life, or at least a while longer.  As they both worked to catch their breath, Wade noticed that he had ejaculated all over Peter’s shirt.  Well, it was Peter’s fault for taking so little of his costume off.

“That was—really good…” Peter said breathlessly as he pulled himself out.

Wade was already missing the contact, but before he could answer, he felt himself slip.  “Wha?” he stuttered.

All of a sudden, the webbing holding him to the wall snapped, sending both he and Peter tumbling in a come-covered mess to the ground.

“Oww,” Peter grumbled from underneath Wade.

“I thought you said those webs were going to last a few hours,” Wade complained.  “We did not spend a few hours with our sexy-fun times.”

“Yeah, well, you were yanking on the webs pretty hard,” Peter retorted.

“Not as hard as you were pounding on my ass.”

Peter stiffened, and not in the good way, but in the ‘he just heard something and is upset’ sort of way.  “Was it too much?  I’m sorry, I…”

“Relax, Peter,” Wade assured as he picked himself up.  Yeah, he was a bit sore, but his healing factor would clear up the remaining aches in a few minutes.  “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

“I know, but I wasn’t holding myself back as much as I should have with my strength and…”

“Peter,” Wade cut in.  “Remember how earlier in our little encounter you were scolding me and telling me you didn’t want to hear me sobbing, feeling all sorry for myself?  Yeah, I’m calling you kettle on this.  I’m a big guy, and I can take what you dish out, and if it was becoming too much I would have told you.”

********************

Peter still felt unsure about having gone all out, but Wade repeated that he was fine with it, so he nodded anyway.  He sat up and then grimaced when he looked down.  “Fuck,” he let out a rare swear.  “We are such a mess right now.”

He slipped out of his shirt and used it as a rag to clean himself off before he passed it over to Wade to use.  The shirt was trash now, but the loss of one shirt was minor compared to how enjoyable the evening had turned out to be.

Wade got himself dressed again, and they were able to wipe the worst of their mess off, but they both still looked not-safe-for-public and well-sexed.  A shower and clean clothes were really needed, before anyone else saw them.

Wade obviously felt similarly, as he suggested, “My apartment isn’t far from here.  And it’s new, so I haven’t had time to trash it, so it’s clean.  If you want to use it.  To clean up, that is.  Unless you don’t want to…” Wade looked down and shuffled his feet.  “If you would rather not I understand, I just thought…”

Wade was visibly bursting with a nervous, anxious energy.  Peter guessed he was nervous about whether Peter was going to be the wham-bam-I’m-done-good-bye sort.  Peter was going to have to do something about that self-esteem issue.  If Peter had anything to say about this, it would definitely not their last time together, and if Wade was going to be his, well, Peter took care of people he cared about.

Well, one thing at a time.  First he needed to calm Wade for the moment and give him some reassurance.  He reached out and put his hand on Wade’s forearm.  “That sounds great.  Lead the way.”

Wade looked at the hand touching him, then up at Peter, surprised and happy.  Peter felt a bit of a pull to his groin at how eager Wade seemed to be to take care of him.

Peter grinned.  This really wasn’t how he expected the evening to go, but yeah, this was going to work out nicely.