The Webslinger's Weakness

Peter jumped at the sudden thud of Deadpool's face against his bedroom window. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smile as he slammed his laptop shut, walked over and slid up the window, letting in his secret lover of five weeks.

The friendly neighbourhood spider and the masked merc had met battling the same people for very different reasons. Spider-Man was busting a drug deal between two of the biggest suppliers in New York, and Deadpool was making an example of someone who owed him. The duo took down the dealer and then proceeded to make out in the back of Deadpool's friend's cab, with the mercenary taking passionate control.

Only when things started heating up had Peter admitted that he was a virgin, leading to Deadpool to waggle his eyebrows - or, where his eyebrows should be - and tell him it was like he was sent to tempt him. A goody-two-shoes superhero, and a virgin? Fuck.

"Well hello, my arachnid pal." Wade greeted with the air of a smug asshole that he always carried with him.

"Wade, I haven't got time for this, I'm busy." Peter complained, but couldn't smother the smile that kept creeping onto his face at being in Wade's presence.

"Yeah right, Spidey, I saw what you were doing before I came to your humble abode. Lying in your itty bitty pyjamas, choking your chicken, beating your meat, befriending Pamela Handerson-"

"Shut up." Peter blushed, shoving Wade gently against the wall. Wade chuckled and flipped their positions so that he was leaning over Peter against the wall.

"Nuh uh uh! You don't want to fight me kid, you know I'd win." Wade teased, pressing his left leg against Peter's which deepened the rouge on his cheeks.

"I mean, you might, but only because you cheat..." Peter said, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Cheat?" Wade said, nonplussed.

"You heard me, tough guy. You use guns and katanas whereas I only use my fists. And I never kill." Peter said smugly.

"Ohohoho you are cruising for a bruising kid."

"Let's try it then. No weapons, just us. Three, two, one, go!" Peter said, getting in a fighting stance.

Wade laughed at how confident the teenager was but got in a defensive position just to entertain him. Peter leapt at Wade but he easily caught the lad and flipped him over his head and onto the bed where he proceeded to pounce on top of him.

"Well that was easy. Were you even trying?" Deadpool taunted.

"Well...I was barefoot so I couldn't get as good a grip!" Peter said, flustered.

"Excuses, excuses Parker. Hey! Wouldn't you have better grip because you're barefoot?" Wade puzzled. A sudden epiphany came to Deadpool as he realised what had happened. "Oh, Parker, you let me win didn't you? You like being dominated by me, is that it? I've noticed that the tent you were sporting when I came in here hasn't gone down..." Wade teased the obviously horny man.

"Shut up Wade!" Peter protested trying to get the muscled merc off him.

Deadpool laughed at the supe's attempts to escape from the pin he had him in. "Oh no, you aren't getting out of here until you admit that you let me win."

"No!"

"Yes! Tell me, tell me!" Wade said running his gloves fingers up and down Peter's sides, tickling him.

"No! Wade not that!" Peter begged, starting to writhe under the weight of Deadpool. "A-Aunt May will hearhahaha!"

"Oh will she? You mean the aunt that I saw leaving this apartment building with a date? Don't lie to me Peter, it won't end well."

Wade started digging his fingers into Peter's armpits, ruthlessly forcing squeals out of him.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPPPPPPLEAAAAAASSSEEEEWADDDEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHMERCYYYYYYYY!" Peter begged through his shrieks and violent laughter.

"Not until you admit you let me win sweetie pie." Wade said in a sickly sweet voice, still incessantly tickling Spiderman.

"OKOKOKOKok-" Peter screamed, then lay panting as Deadpool stopped the tickling. "I...let you...win."

"Thank you Petey, that's all I wanted to hear." Wade said giving the man a peck on the lips and then leaning back on his arms while still straddling him.

After a few seconds of just lying there sweaty and panting, Peter spoke.

"That. Was. Torture."

"Trust me Pete, that was not torture." Wade stressed, amusement in his voice.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Dumb thing to say."

"Don't worry about it, it's all in the past. Francis is one dead motherfucker." The mercenary leaned in and started kissing Peter on the lips and grinding his hips into his. Wade hadn't realised but he was also rock hard, probably from the suggestive position that they were both in.

Something in Peter buzzed with joy at being dominated by Wade. With his life revolving around the power he possessed, having it stripped away from him and being completely commanded by someone did things to him.

Then, as if reading his very thoughts, Wade grabbed Peter's wrists and pinned them up over his head, while still kissing him passionately. The lad stifled a moan as Wade moved down his neck and sucked a red mark onto the base.

Wade rubbed his hands down Peter's arms, sending an electrifying jolt of pleasure to Peter's crotch when he passed a mark on both arms just below his wrists, causing the Spider to shudder.

Peter had discovered these little slits a few days after he became Spider-Man; he assumed they were what would have been his web spinners, had he not been a human. When caressed they gave a similar sensation to when Peter was...doing...certain things, but a lot more intense and slightly more ticklish. Deadpool hadn't yet discovered his external g-spots but when he did, he was sure they would be exploited to the max.

"What was that?" Wade asked at the violent shiver.

"What? Oh nothing...er...you just nudged my side."

"Yeah...no I didn't." Wade said. Before Peter could protest he ran his hands back up his arms making Pete shudder yet again as he passed the sensitive slits.

"Ohhh. This is a spider sex thing isn't it?"

"No-" Peter was interrupted by an uncontrollable moan as Wade dug his fingers into the holes.

Deadpool's eyes glistened mischievously. "This is so a spider sex thing. Kinky."

Wade kept stroking the dips and revelled in his view of the brunette beauty beneath him closing his eyes, breathing heavily and moaning his name. Peter - almost instinctively, it seems - kept trying to hump his crotch against Wade's leg like a dog, desperate for the sweet release of orgasm.

"W-Wade oh WADE! KEEP GOING! Please!" Peter was desperate for the merc to take off his red gloves. The material felt amazing, but skin on skin would feel heavenly. "Your gloves, take them off, please..." He whimpered.

Wade was rock hard at the sight of his desperate, sweaty, horny lover trapped beneath him, with his every touch manipulating his senses like a marionette.

"You want me to take my gloves off?" The older man teased cruelly.

"Yes! PLEASE!" Peter screamed as Wade dug his fingers in further and harder.

"Ok...but let's get your top off first." He grinned, letting go of Pete's wrists and pulling off his pyjama top. The absence of the pressure on his weak spots felt like a void was opening in Peter's heart: until he orgasmed, Peter realised, the need for touch consumed him like a drug addiction.

Now that Peter was shirtless underneath him, Wade slowly tugged off his red gloves as Peter watched desperately, tugging at his own hair to stop himself from fiddling the holes himself.

"Ready?" Wade asked, wiggling his finger in the air as if he was about to tickle Peter again.

"Yes, please YES!" Peter cried. Wade followed his orders and dug his bare thumbs into the pleasure points, the bumpy and scarred skin of his thumb only making the touch more pleasurable.

With skin on skin contact it felt like a circuit was complete to Peter. Millions of volts of pleasure zapped to his throbbing cock that was poking out of his pyjama bottoms and drizzling with precum; he felt levels of ecstasy he had never before felt; it was almost overloading his brain.

Deadpool leaned over him, still exploiting the new found g-spot, put Peter's plump right nipple into his mouth and sucked. That one boost of pleasure was all Peter needed to push him over the edge. His bright red cock exploded with more cum than Deadpool could have ever imagined. The white, hot liquid squirted all the way up his suited chest and Peter's as well. At this messy, orgasmic sight, Wade came too, the pressure of his suit on his dick too much to handle. His underwear was flooded with so much semen that a wet patch had appeared on the crotch of the red material.

Spider-Man lay there, soaking wet and glistening on the bed, gasping for air like he had been choked.
His orgasm had lasted for well over 30 seconds, and he had previously thought that wasn't humanly possible.

"Oh my GOD! That was the most intense thing I have ever experienced!" Peter reached for Wade's hot face and stroked the cheek staring longingly into his big brown eyes. "Thanks Wade."

"Thank me? I didn't do shit, you should thank your kinky little spider holes."

Wade lay down next to Peter and they just stayed there cuddling for a while, Deadpool's suit rubbing soothingly on the side of Peter's bare chest.

After a while Deadpool spoke up.

"Hey Petey? Can I show you something tomorrow? Not something sexual. Well, not sexual between us, but I'm not ruling it out." Wade chuckled. "No, I think you'll really enjoy what I have planned..."

"I'm in, unless I need to go save New York or something..."

"Oh shut it you little golden boy. Meet me at 8:00pm at the gates to the Avengers compound, and make sure you aren't seen."

"I'll be there."

Wade got up off the bed and walked to the window, leaving Peter missing his embrace above the covers of his bed.

"I'm outta here then, Spidey. See you tomorrow." He poked his head out of the window. "Perfect timing, your aunt's coming down the street; I guess her date didn't go too well. Better get that cum off your chest quick. Adiós mi amor!" And he was gone.

Peter's eyes widened in realisation that he was still covered in his own release, and he was so panicked that he didn't even say goodbye.

He ran to the bathroom and just about got all the sticky globules on his chest off before his aunt got back.

Just as he was leaving the bathroom Aunt May came into the apartment. Peter froze when she walked through the door and she stood there with a puzzled look on her face. Why was her nephew sweaty, shirtless and acting shifty in the bathroom?

"What are you-" She began, only to realise what was going on, or, what she thought was going on. "Peter. Peter I want you to know that what you are doing, it's very natural, it's very natural..."

Peter looked puzzled, then horrified.

"Ew! No! No no no no no no! That's not what I was doing!"

"It's just part of growing up; every guy your age does it. We really should have had the Birds and the Bees talk sooner." She carried on, ignoring him.

Peter was redder that the devil. He clamped his hands over his ears.

"Lalalalalalalala! I'm not listening! I'm not listening! Are you still talking? 'Cause I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala!" He ran away and into his bedroom and slammed the door.

"I'm here for you always!" Aunt May shouted through the door, then walked away, feeling happy with how that went.

Peter jumped face first onto his bed, the awkwardness of the situation still clinging to him.

"The one time I'm not actually jacking off she finds me." He said to himself. "Typical."