Darn it, where did that thread go?
Title: Well it hasn't bloody got one does it.
Fandom: Marvel. As if nobody knew.
Pairing: Deadpool/Spider-Man
Rating: I posted this to /y/. What do you think?
Notes: Contains dub-con. Because you can't always get what you want.
The evening, he had planned, was going to start with a dinner in an apartment that had finally been cleaned. Wade wondered how long it had been since he’d actually tidied the place up, but as with most thoughts, it was quickly replaced by another. He’d set up this whole mess in order to make it up to Spider-Man, after a criminal bust had gone sour after he’d burst in and blown everything. Since then, Peter had been distinctly frosty, and to be honest, Wade felt kind of bad about it. He’d rung Peter (several times, truth be told) and left a message to be here by seven, and after all they’d been through, the odd relationship the pair of them shared, he doubted that Peter would simply ignore him.
It wasn’t until half-past that Deadpool wondered if the message simply hadn’t been relayed, or if Peter was just avoiding him out of spite. “And after I actually cooked something, too. Well….sort of cooked. Microwaving something is cooking it.” Wade mused to himself as he continued to wait, staring at the slowly burning candles he’d set up on the table. He took a moment to look around the small apartment, before yawning and pulling a face.
It was now nine O’clock, and Deadpool had officially given up. The meals had been thrown out, and the candles had long since died out. He grumbled to himself as he pulled off the semi-formal shirt and trousers he’d bothered to wear, leaving him in only his boxers as he flicked off the lights and headed for the couch. Flopping down and switching on the TV, he resisted the urge to throw something really heavy as the first channel he landed on showed a broadcast of Spider-Man’s heroic deeds for that evening. So maybe he had just been busy? …Wade still wasn’t buying it. He continued channel surfing, finding a movie and settling in. He must have remained hopeful for at least the next hour or so, though, before he finally decided that enough was enough, and began to doze off.
Peter finally got in about eleven PM, still in full costume, and groaned as he wandered in and hit the “Voicemail” function on his phone. He then headed for his bedroom, intending to change, but he froze when he heard Wade’s voice fire up on the machine. He babbled for a good long minute before Peter finally got the gist of it; that he ought to be over at his apartment. At seven PM. “…Damn.” Peter said in response. He then headed back out the door with about as much enthusiasm as he’d had when he arrived.
He managed to sneak into Wade’s apartment (for all his enemies, the man had obviously never thought about even closing his windows most days) and looked around the darkened rooms. By now, the only light was the dim glow of the TV in the living room, and on the couch Peter could also make out a figure, slumped over. He then noticed the table, still neatly set. “Oh, damn.”. Wade had obviously intended for tonight to be an apology, or at least an attempt to make peace. One that he’d missed. Peter slowly walked toward the couch, intending to sit down and wait until the mercenary woke up. But after a few minutes, he grew bored. And beyond that, he felt the need to make it up to Wade. And he thought, at least, he’d certainly be able to provide some sort of apology. …In a way.
He was amazed that Wade didn’t stir, as Peter slowly rose from the couch, knelt before the still-sleeping mercenary. Stifling the urge to giggle at his heart-print boxers, he reached out a hand to pull the soft fabric down. Wade’s cock lay limp between his legs, as expected. But it was hardly going to stay that way for long. Rolling his mask up until his mouth was just visible, Peter leant in. Wade had, conveniently enough, fallen asleep in such a way that his legs were splayed. Peter tilted his head, his tongue darting out to run along the entire length of his prick. This elicited a sigh, but still the other man did not wake. Peter tried again, his hand gently running along his thigh as Peter’s tongue darted out again. This time, he smiled as Wade finally began to stir, and to wake. The reaction he got, however, wasn’t what he expected.
“…Wh-…Peter? What the hell?”
“Sorry about dinner, but I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Peter paused, looking up at the man, who was in turn glaring down at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard. You stood me up, done hurt my feelings there. You think this’s gunna fix it? Not even I come up with jokes this bad.”
“…I was hoping, yeah.”
“Great. …Fuck off.”
Peter responded only by pulling a face, and continuing on, trailing his lips along the tip of Wade’s cock gently. Wade lifted a hand, trying to push Peter away, but still he persisted. Eventually, Wade’s patience snapped however, and he began to yell.
“Look, Spidey, I get it. But I don’t wanna do this, not now. So just…go home, do spidey things, I dunno.”
“Or what, big guy?”
“Or I’ll just make you.”
“You’ve never succeeded before.”
To this, Wade scowled, before lifting a hand and attempting to punch Peter. But this in itself was a mistake. With a simple upward glance, Peter raised a hand and fired a ball of web, which caught Wade’s hand and adhered it firmly to the wall behind. Wade stared at his immobile arm, wide-eyed, before trying the same stunt with the other. Same result. Now both his hands were pinned. For good measure, Peter secured his feet too, before looking back up at the other man, now thoroughly immobilized.
“Look, I’m sick of working to your schedule, and then you getting pissy when I have to go do menial things like save the city. So you get to sit back and enjoy this, whether you want to or not.”
“Hey, I do not get pissy. I’m just annoyed that I don’t know where you are, ever, and the only info I get comes from the six o’clock news. It’s ridiculo-oo-..ohh…”
Peter had grown tired of Wade’s rambling, and had managed to silence the other man by wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock and nibbling there gently. He continued this for a moment, before running his hand down Wade’s length and looking up at him.
“Be glad I didn’t tie off your mouth too.”
“…Fuck you.”
“Later, maybe?”
Wade hadn’t been expecting the sharp retort, and went wide-eyed and silent long enough for Peter to focus again on his semi-erect cock. It was little effort to get Wade hard, despite his resumed protests, and Peter smirked as he kept lavishing attention on his cock as the other man writhed and groaned, straining against his bonds. Following this, Peter leant his head down again, this time far enough to take the head of Wade’s member into his mouth. This earned him another groan, and Wade’s hips bucked, trying to force his way deeper. But Peter simply held him down, took as much time as he needed. His fingers slowly worked their way down Wade’s length as his lips and tongue continued to rub against and lightly suck at the tip. Wade began to groan in earnest, and after settling down, Peter finally decided to reward him for being so placid. Dipping his head, he let Wade’s cock enter his mouth, taking it in before pulling back out. He slowly built a rhythm, timing his movements with Wade’s own as the other man continued to squirm and buck his hips. But still he kept control, pulling back or slowing if Wade got too enthusiastic. This caused Wade to begin whimpering, begging Peter to stop fooling around. But Peter grinned, continued on at his pace. Even with this however, it was mere minutes before Wade started to get erratic, bucking his hips frantically. Peter knew he was close, and paused, looked back up at Wade with a smirk.
“…Maybe I should just head off like you said, hm?”
“You…wouldn’t dare.”
“Maybe. Unless you get it into that thick skull that I can’t be at your beck and call whenever you want. Maybe you’ll get it now that you’re so helplessly at mine.”
“Oh yeah, try and stage an argument when I’m like this… Just, get on with it, would you? And I’ll stop going all nosy housewife on you when you’re doing your spidey thing, alright?”
“….You do realize what you just said…?”
“I tend to get pissy when I’m tied up and get a blowjob that you then won’t finish.”
Wade’s voice was breaking, and Peter decided he had learnt his lesson. He resumed his actions, his hand now stroking along the base of Wade’s cock as his mouth sank over its length. It only took a few more strokes before Wade’s back arched, the other man straining against his bonds as he called out through his teeth. Peter felt his release, winced slightly as he felt the thick strings of come hit the back of his mouth. But he endured, managed even to keep it down, and after a few moments, Wade relaxed, his head slumped forward as he caught his breath. Peter slowly rose from his position, turning to sit next to Wade as he wiped his mouth idly.
“Well, I think that was one of the more fun lessons I’ve had to teach.”
“…What, you do this often?”
“Don’t push it, or I really will leave.”
The two of them chuckled at this, things apparently now smoothed over between them. They then sat in silence a moment, before Wade turned to Peter again, opening his mouth to speak.
“So… hate to ruin the cosy vibe, but my hands are starting to go numb now…”
Also note; I don't beta any of this stuff, if anybody wants to help out and point out my flaws I will be happy to fix them on up.