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crickett-89 · 4 years

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How do you fall in love?

Harder than a bullet could hit you

How do we fall apart?

Faster than a hairpin trigger

Peter stood there completely open and raw. Brown eyes bore into Blue. He wasn’t going to be talked out of this. Nothing the other man could say that would make him feel any different, he knew that they felt the same.

“Baby Boy, please just...” Wade said as both of his hands squeezed his arms as he held him back. This is what he has always done, keeping Peter away.

“No Wade! You are going to listen to me, do you think I don’t know what I’m feeling?” Peter abused his bottom lip with his teeth, Wade wasn’t going to listen he never listened when it came to how Peter really felt about him.

Don't you say, don't you say it

Don't say, don't you say it

One breath, it'll just break it

So shut your mouth and run me like a river

“Petey I’m a monster there is no way that...” Wade was silenced with a kiss, not a soft kiss no this kiss was urgent. Their lips were slammed together, their teeth clashed. Peter let a moan escape his mouth, as he pressed closer. Their tongue now exploring each other, he wanted to taste every inch. Strong hands slid down his back, until they reached his ass. With a strong squeeze he felt those hands grip his thighs, knowing what the older man wanted Peter jumped and wrapped his legs around Wade’s waist.

“Please, Wade.” He whispered on the older man’s scarred lips; he would have thought they would have been dry but they were soft and sweet, oh so sweet.

“Baby Boy, I can’t you are so... so beautiful and I’m...” Wade’s voice croaked out, Peter could tell he was about to break. He has never wanted anyone so much in his life. All those late-night patrolling, eating greasy food at 3am, then during their free time playing video games. Not to mention all the cuddling they did while they watch the Golden Girls or a sappy movie.

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver

One last breath 'til the tears start to wither

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

“Wade, I need you.” Peter pleaded kissing the man again, pouring everything into that kiss, gasping as he felt Wade erection pressing up against him. Of course, Wade was stubborn and didn’t think that he deserved love, he thought of himself ugly, a monster, someone who enjoyed killing. Peter knew that was all wrong if only he could tell Wade how sweet, loving and perfect he was.

The time that Wade took care of him after Venom attacked him. Wade treated him as if he were the most treasured gift. Peter knew he didn’t walk for the first 48 hours. It wasn’t until he yelled at the over attentive man, he took his first steps to the couch. He lost his job and was going to lose his apartment, that is when Wade said that he was moving in and Peter couldn’t agree fast enough. He was already head over heels in love with the man.

“Baby Boy... Fuck... I can’t say no to you! Please don’t make me say no to you. This we... we can’t...” Wade said pressing their foreheads together. Peter wasn’t going to take no for an answer he shook his head and kissed the older man’s jaw, he nipped ever other inch.

Tales of an endless heart

Cursed is the fool who's willing

Can't change the way we are

One kiss away from killing

Peter knew Wade couldn’t say no to him. One night Peter waited all night for Wade at their spot. He promised that he would help Spider-Man tonight but Wade went radio silent earlier that day. After a couple of hours Peter got worried and went to their apartment.

Flash back

When he walked into the door, he could tell something was off. It was quiet too quiet, that was never a good sign. Peter tore off his mask threw it on the couch as he ran to the bathroom. That is where he found Wade sitting in the bathtub holding a gun and talking to the boxes in his head. God did Peter hate those fucking boxes! Yes, sometimes they could be funny and they were a part of Wade, but on nights like tonight he hated them.

Peter made a noise as he walked in and Wades blue eyes looked up at him. There were tear stains down his face. He ran over and cupped Wades cheeks. The older man tried to pull away, he hated when Peter touched him, he thought he was disgusting. Peter told him every time that Wade was beautiful and that he loved how he looked.

“Please don’t, I hate it when you do this. I need you tonight Wade please don’t do this. I need you to watch movies with me. It was a bad day please come and watch a movie with me and we can order in we will get chimichangas, and in the morning I really need some of your world-famous chocolate chip and banana pancakes. Tell the boxes to fuck off, tell them I need you.” Peter whined, Wade dropped the gun an pulled him into a hug, he knew that Wade wouldn’t be doing anything tonight.

“Yes, Baby Boy, whatever you need. Let’s go feed you Spidey, I can't have my favorite super hero hungry.”

End of flashback

“Wade, I need you. Tell the boxes to fuck off tell them I Love you Wade!” Peter didn’t whine this time no he demanded.

Choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver

One last breath 'til the tears start to wither

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

With a loud sob Wade took his mouth again, his hands held tighter as they moved back to Wade’s bedroom. Peter all but melted in his arms.

“Say it again.” Wade said as he threw him down on the bed. His blue eyes raking over his body, Peter didn’t feel self-conscious. Wade has never made him feel that way, no Wade made him feel beautiful, treasured, wanted.

“Wade Winston Wilson I love you!” Wade groaned as he covered Peter’s body with his own. His lips stole the breath from Peter. His hands ripped off every piece of clothing they were both wearing. Thankfully it wasn’t their costumes. Peter was actually wearing Wade’s clothes.

“Fuck Peter I love you. I fucking love you so much.” Peter gasped as Wade’s erection rocked against his. “God so beautiful. Look at you Baby Boy. Gonna claim you and make you mine.”

Peter couldn’t speak all he could do was moan. Yes, he wanted all of that. He wanted to finally be Wade’s.

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Wade opened him slowly, too slowly. Peter wanted him, he wanted to feel the burn. Wade wouldn't risk it he didn’t want to hurt Peter. Not until he had three fingers in him, and teasing that bundle of nerves did Wade pull out of him.

Peter whined when he was empty, he needed Wade inside him. Though it wasn’t long until he felt the blunt tip of Wade push into him completely. Peter’s head snapped back, that glorious burn. Wade was thick oh so thick and long.

“Wade!” Peter wailed, his finger nails digging into the bigger man’s shoulders. Wade didn’t move he just looked down at him. Those blue eyes blown wide with arousal.

“So tight Peter, you fit me like a glove Baby Boy. It was like you were made for me.” Wade whispered on his lips as he kissed him. Peter moaned into his mouth as Wade’s hips started to move.

Wade started off slow, thrusting it deep. When he pulled back, he would drag across that spot that made Peter see stars. He heard Wade praising him, whispering how much he loved him in his ear.

Peter felt like he could cry, this is what wanted for so long. “Please... Wade...” His erection dripped onto his stomach. He didn’t want to touch himself he wanted to come untouched. “I love you; I need you Wade.”

Wade thrust quickened. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other and moans.

“I’m so close Peter, are you close Baby Boy. You going to come untouched? Show me Baby Boy, come untouched.” As if his body was listening Peter felt white hot pleasure blinding him. His body shook as his orgasm took over.

“Wade!” He shouted as he painted both of their stomachs. He tightened around Wade who shouted his name as he released inside of him.

Choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver

One last breath 'til the tears start to wither

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

“You’re mine now.” Peter said as he ran his fingers down Wade’s sweaty back. The bigger man was laying completely on top of him.

Wade raised himself up just enough to look down at him. “I can’t believe you want me, but I am way too selfish to care. You are mine now Baby Boy, and I’m never letting go.”

Peter right hand cupped his cheek, Wade turned his face and placed a kiss on his palm. “Good, I’m glad that you got your head out of your ass.”

“Me too, now I can stick it up your ass.” Wade thrusted against him, how was that man still so hard.

Peter moaned. “You ready again?” Wade smirked down at him.

“Baby Boy, I have to make up for lost time.” Peter rolled his eyes but pulled the bigger man into a kiss.

“I love you Peter Parker.”

“I love you Wade Wilson.”

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crickett-89 · 4 years

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The One With The Marauders

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“We just took out a batch of the blueberry muffins from the oven,” Sirius tells them while handing Marlene her typical espresso. “You lot want some?”

“No thank you,” Peter sniffs, pulls out the water from his backpack and pours a packet of protein powder into it before mixing. Lily squints at him while Marlene dissolves into peals of giggles.

Sirius just rolls his eyes heavenwards.

“Oh come off it,” he sighs. “Is this really because I said you’ve gained a few pounds last week?”

“Chunky!” Peter corrects with a yelp. “You called me chunky.”

“It’s cute,” Lily assures him, pinching his cheek dotingly. “It’s like you’re a bear in hibernation.”

That’s when James all but leaps forwards towards her, big eyes glittering. “You wouldn’t prefer a more athletic build?” He asks worriedly.

“That usually leads to people acting like meat heads if I’m being honest,” Lily retorts with a scoff.

“Oy nice try mate,” Sirius tells him consolingly, patting James on the back with a stifled laugh.

“How did this turn to us reassuring James that him being fit isn’t a problem?” Peter asks, dejected as all get out as he takes a sip of his concoction.

“You’d rather us coddle you wormy?” Sirius asks.

“You called me chunky!” He says again with an emphatic waving to his arm.

“Well Petey, if the shoe fits.”

“Or doesn’t fit in this case,” Marlene mutters from her perch on the armchair, casting him a wicked sort of grin and making it so everyone else dissolves into reluctant giggles. Well, everyone save for Peter.

“I hate this,” he says to no one in particular, pissy as all get out.

“Well hey, I’m out of work and need a project! Why don’t I help you out!” Lily crows excitedly.

“Oh you should take it up, Lils over here would make Jane Fonda weep with envy at her dancing prowls,” James boasts, making it so Lily tries to hide her blush and Sirius that much more annoyed at how petty he feels towards love.

“Fine, but if we put on spandex and my boobs are bigger than yours, then it’s off,” Peter grouses.

“What’s off,” Dorcas asks once walking in and sitting besides Peter, tells Sirius to bring her a non fat latte without even looking up, long, dark legs crossed imperiously.

“Yeah, sure I’m just your errand boy.” He snarks.

“You do work here pretty boy,” she leers.

“I’m still a person!” Sirius counters with admittedly more dramatics than needed. “Do I not bleed like you Meadowes.”

“You also spread a rumor that we slept together senior year so that Jessamine Whitmore wouldn’t ask you out to the winter formal, which made my girlfriend think I was cheating on her,” she retorts scathingly, not even flinching. Sirius is properly cowed, even if he thinks it’s ridiculous that she can still hold that over his head after so many years. “Now back to what being off?”

“Oh nothing, Just Peter’s already precarious self esteem,” Lily waves away. “How was your lunch with that cute park ranger?” she asks while Marlene offers Dorcas a bite from her muffin.

“Fun—“ she stilts. “I mean. Yeah… Fun, it was great.”

“He still hasn’t put out has he?” Sirius intones knowingly.

“No, not even close,” Dorcas admits, completely exasperated.

“The man’s a idiot and a coward,” Marlene tells her with such feeling that Sirius is almost afraid she’s about to bust a metaphorical nut just by looking at Dorcas. It’s actually sad how long she can wait around until Dorcas pulls her head out her ass and bothers to give Marlene the time of day as more than just a friend.

Sirius most certainly does not think of brilliant green eyes and crooked smiles and the lovely cadence to Remus’s speech that makes him sound like he’s meant to be in an Emily Bronte novel.

“I mean last time this happened with the ice skater, he came out and told you he was in love with his childhood best friend.” Sirius points out. “Maybe you’re just destined to fuck gay dick,” Okay, maybe that was a bit crass. It’s not her fault that she’s got him thinking of Remus fucking Lupin, and now Sirius is just standing here trying his hardest to runaway from those long ago strangled and put away feelings.

“That’s not a thing!” Dorcas fumes, then suddenly looks completely unsure and borderline terrified. “Wait that’s not a thing right you guys. He’s not gay? Is he?”

The remaining three reply in varying tones of reassurance.

“Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!” James suddenly leaps up, frantic as hell. “Ah um, Sirius! Quick Lily needs to read your aura!”

“My aura?” Sirius asks suspiciously, brows furrowed.

“Ah, erm Yes….” she plays along, as confused looking as Sirius. “It’s ah a new cooking technique I’m trying— You know, every aura has its favorite seasoning.”

“Lils have you gone insane?” Sirius demands, catches on someone calling to get their order filled towards the back. He pivots around only to be face to face to Remus looking like he just might get swallowed up by none other than Douchebag supreme who always ogled his ass in public— AKA his night teacher for graduates school (as if an English degree from Cambridge wasn’t enough.)

“Oh,” Sirius has decided to completely ignore the dude in the back, and opt to be a sadistic fuck staring after the way they’re pawing at each other. “That’s a bit obscene, I hope Remus doesn’t bite his tongue off.”

“My, this…. This is awkward,” Peter wheezes out with a partial laugh, tugging on his collar.

“I’m sorry Pads,” James says, scarily sympathetic.

“Hah, you guys forget it.” Sirius waves them off, turns around from the soft porno outside. “I don’t care, it’s Remus. We’re friends.”

“Friends who fucked,” Dorcas needles pointedly.

“I fuck plenty of friends, Remus’s no different.”

Everyone looks a bit put out at that, but Sirius doesn’t have time to figure out why, is instead too busy trying to school his features into his typical indifference once he hears the doorbells tinkling, queueing Remus and cos entry.

“Hiya you guys,” Remus says in his boisterous timbre before focusing his gaze on Lily, not even glancing at Sirius. But that’s fine, they’re just friends, nothing more. That’s all their history is. Sirius was never Remus’s ex, they were never each other’s anything more than bedfellows… That’s at least what Sirius tells himself so not to be hung up on such stupid, non consequential shit. “Lils do you know if my mum sent over the old dog toys in the mail yet?”

“You can’t even check your own mail Moons, tsk, tsk. Getting lazy mate.” Sirius tries for joking, but suspects it came out a bit forced.

“Oh, hah, no I’ve just been staying at Caradoc’s for the last couple days and haven’t got a chance to check it myself.”

Sirius pretends that his left eye isn’t totally fucking twitching at that. “Oh, how scandalous,” he laughs, sickeningly sweet.

“Always pleasant to speak with you mate,” Douchebag supreme— Caradoc— jibes, disgustingly pleasant.

“Yeah it came earlier love,” Lily tells Remus, probably thinking she’s defusing the tension with her stiff smile and forced giggle. “I’ve just left it in your room.”

“So what do you guys want to do with that?” James asks, stiff lipped and airy, Sirius silently thanks the gods above for such a loyal best friend.

“We’re adopting a puppy,” Caradoc preens, his grossly bright blue eyes glittering with excitement.

“We reckon he’ll live with me one week and him the other,” Remus explains, and to Sirius’s great horror, he sounds excited over the whole ordeal.

“Like divorced parents tossing around a kid?” Sirius asks with a faux congenial smile, forever a bit vindictive, and a lot bitchy, he supposes that comes from his upbringing raised by the greatest bitch in the galaxy.

“Well, if we just moved into the same place,” Caradoc prods, and Remus stiffens.

And oh, a chink in the armor.

“It’ll be fine,” Remus smoothly detaches himself from that conversation, he’s always been so good at that. Once upon a time, when they shared the fucked up, heated, heart wrenching love affair, Remus had always sniped at how blithe Sirius was, how noncommittal he was towards every aspect of his life. But that was nothing in comparison to how Remus had this uncanny ability to compartmentalize everyone and everything in his own world. How he put people in exactly the distance he wanted, how he thought he could have it all if only he placed his chess pieces in the exact right stances.

He wonders if either of them knew how true their words stung.

“So, what are you guys up to for tonight?” Remus asks, perched on Dorcas’s armrest and smiling up at Sirius in that heart wrenchingly guileless way that makes him look so devastatingly beautiful, softening his sharp cheekbones and accentuating the golden specs to his eyes.

Sirius thinks that if he let him, Remus Lupin could quite literally wreck him. Hates the idea that he’s still doing it without Sirius’s permission.

“I’ve got a date,” Sirius blurts out before he could think about it, hates it when Remus’s face stays so passive and unaffected. “With a man.”

“You’re wearing a Queen Beyonce clip on your shirt,” Peter snorts. “I don’t think the man bit was necessary to clarify.”

“Shut it wormy,” Sirius hisses darkly, cuffing him on the back of the head for good measure.

“Enjoy yourself then,” fucking Caradoc— I save puppies and walk little old ladies across the street on my down time— Dearborn tells him, one hand clasped on Remus’s shoulder in what must be some sort of esoteric ritual of trying to tell Sirius that he’s taken. As if he isn’t painfully aware of that. “I hear good things about that new revival of Sweeney Todd off West End.”

“Gee thanks,” Sirius says caustically. “But me and my dates usually prefer something more physical than a show and drinks, isn’t that right Remus.”

Sirius may or may not get some sort of sick pleasure at how the other man begins to flush prettily, gaze averted and lips pursed.

“That’s what you tell us Sirius, just don’t wake up poor James when you stumble home drunk.”

Sirius feels the itch to counter, to continue on tossing barbs and insults and inside jokes till he and Remus are writhing on his ratty old couch, stealing moments from their slice of eternity that was never meant to last in the light of day.

But then his eyes catch on how Caradoc’s begun massaging small circles onto Remus’s shoulder and how content Remus looks from it and all the fight leaves him in an instant when he remembers how downright miserable they made each other ninety percent of the time.

Sirius was too intense, and Remus was always so fucking distant, and neither of them got what they needed.

But God does he love him, wonders if Remus still feels the sa way.

Refusing to get lost in that train of thought, Sirius turns around to ask Lily more about her aura and spices theory, as if it wasn’t just a made up ploy. And he laughs with Marlene about something stupid James had done at the detective agency they both work at. And he goads Peter into eating a freshly baked scone. And it’s all normal again.

Sirius most definitely does not talk to Remus or his live in boyfriend for the rest of the afternoon.

It’s fine.

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