Part the Third!
Title: The Difference Between (Sanity and Idiocy.)
Fandom: Marvel eh?
Pairing: Deadpool/Spider-Man
Rating: Okay, it's finally started to get NC-17 up in here.
Notes: It's never quite explained where the dresses come from. Suffice to say, they arrived. Shenanigans ensue.
Peter sighed as he slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment. His pack hung heavy on his shoulder and he dragged his feet along the concrete floor as he moved toward the door. As his hand extended towards the doorknob however, he paused and listened. From within he could hear softly playing music and he cringed, dreading what he was going to find inside as he unlocked the door and slowly opened it.
The result was not entirely unexpected, but it was still enough to let out an exasperated groan and rub at his forehead lightly.
There he found Wade stretched out over the couch in a pose that could best be described as obscene. Whilst he had kept the mask on, he’d also managed to find a burlesque, short-cut dress. It fit oddly well, Peter had to stop and wonder if it had been custom-made, and had a similar pattern to his usual red-and-black garb. But there the comparison ended. It consisted of a fitted corset with a skirt that was entirely too short and accompanied by a large frilly tutu. He also had thigh-high stockings, striped and topped with equally frilly red fabric. He also had elbow-length red gloves over his hands, one of which was splayed on one leg whilst the other propped up his head. In the background he had some ridiculous piano music playing, even whilst the TV was on.
Peter did nothing but stare, so Wade happily started the conversation by lolling his head back and grinning before opening his mouth to speak.
“Draw me like one of your French girls~”
“I-…Wh-…Wade, I don’t even know what to think here.”
Wade grinned behind the mask, turning his head towards Peter and tilting it slightly.
“Aw, come on! I tell you, it feels so good to embrace your feminine side once in a while! You oughtta try it, I really think it’d do you good.”
Peter did nothing but wave a hand and turn towards the bedroom, hoping to get changed and go to sleep until this maniac left. But as he took a step forward, he heard the voice again, this time lower and more solemn.
“Actually? That wasn’t a request. Your outfit’s on your bed, I’ll see you back here in ten, hm?”
Peter continued on to the bedroom like he had said nothing. But as he spotted the blue outfit on his bed, he simply closed the door behind him and walked over to it. He began to wonder just what had gotten into him as he put it on, since Wade had shown up three weeks ago and decided to slowly invade every part of his life. But the worst part wasn’t the orders that kept Wade from telling the world that he was Spider-Man, but the fact that over the past few days he’d taken to obeying them completely and without question. He began to wonder if some part of him was going to accept this over time, that this would become a way of life. But he shook his head; there had to be some way to appease the guy. But for now, he tightened the straps on his own corset, flinched as he caught his reflection briefly in the mirror, and headed back outside.
He was met with a huge grin and Wade quickly switched off the TV, sitting upright and whistling.
“Wow, you carry it off well, Spidey! Give us a turn, hm? Model it~”
Peter obeyed once again, walking into the centre of the living room and spinning around a few times, causing the slightly longer skirt fabric to twirl and splay outward as it moved. Wade made a few appreciative noises and clapped.
“Wow, it really does look good on you! Oh, I outdid myself this time. It’ll be a shame when you have to take it off.”
Peter was thankful that at some point he would be able to take this ridiculous outfit off, but he also had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t be able to do that just yet.
And right he was.
“Now, before we get to the really fun stuff, I’d totally love a sandwich. On you go!”
Peter sighed, but obeyed and headed for the kitchen. He got to making a sandwich, quickly noticing that Wade had decided to follow along and pop his head around the corner to admire him. Though he never turned to face the other man, what else were spidey senses for? …Well, apart from all the crime-fighting blarney.
He finished up, putting the whole thing on a plate and carrying it out. Just before he exited the kitchen however, he heard Wade’s voice once more.
“And make sure you make it look good, sweetie!”
Peter gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to groan, and set about making himself look about as pretty as a man in a short blue dress can. He put one hand on his hip and held the plate high with the other, and strutted out as best he could towards the other man sitting on the couch. He was glad of the fact Wade hadn’t provided matching shoes, otherwise he wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk daintily at all. But he managed, and was met with another noise of approval.
Wade tucked into the sandwich, seemingly ignoring the fact that they were both still in dresses as Peter stood nearby and glared. After he had finished he wiped at his mouth and looked again toward Peter, with a smile that sent a chill down the younger man’s spine.
“Well, now that practice is over, shall we get down to the real thing?”
With that, he picked up a smaller remote, hit a button, and the music changed.
To a sickening bass and soft jazz beat.
It was all Peter could do not to retch with disgust.
He knew the command was coming but even then, he wasn’t quite ready for it.
“Now then. It’s almost a shame; you look so good in that outfit. But let’s have you take it off now. Nice and slow.”
And with that, he leant back into the couch, lounging back on it and waiting.
Peter quickly took the opportunity whilst Wade made himself comfortable to quickly shut the curtains. Whilst he had no intentions of disobeying the mercenary, this was hardly something he wanted anybody else to see.
And then, slowly trudging back to the centre of the room, he began to remove one of his stockings. He was very quickly stopped, however, and he knew the reason why.
“Oh, come on! You can do better than that! I put this music on for a reason, you know.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, but he gave a small nod. He closed his eyes for a few moments whilst ignoring the blush rising up through his cheeks. Then he started to sway. Moving his hips back and forth as best he knew how, he began to roll down the stocking once more, moving slowly, more purposefully. Opening his eyes a moment he found that Wade wasn’t moving but simply eyeing him closely, so he shut his eyes once more and continued. Rolling his stocking down his calf, he let it dangle from his foot a moment before kicking his leg out and sending it across the room. He repeated the process with the other stocking, slowly moving in time to the beat.
He turned around, wiggling his ass for good measure as he began on the ridiculous corset. He pulled at the thin cords, his fingers fumbling on the knot as he kicked a leg out and continued to dance. As the cord holding it together finally came loose he looked over his shoulder. He found that instead of lounging on the couch Wade was now leaning forward on it, having removed his mask completely for a better view. Peter wasn’t sure whether to feel proud but he turned back around and continued on regardless, his eyes closed to save him from some of his embarrassment. He knew it would be pointless eventually though, and as the corset came off to leave him in nothing but the short skirt and matching blue underwear he cringed once more. Working the corset off and letting it slip to the floor, he realised that he may have gone too long without opening his eyes (or turning around, for that matter), and looked over his shoulder once again. His eyes widened when he found Wade missing, nothing but his mask still discarded on the couch.
He was going to turn back around, but he never got the chance. Before he was able to move, he felt himself trapped by a pair of strong arms, the hands winding around his torso like snakes. The gruff voice was low and speaking in his ear.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I know you’re not supposed to touch the goods, but whadda you think I was planning, hm?”
“W-wait…Wade…”
“Ssh, it’s okay baby. Just go with it.”
Peter was going to object to being called “baby” but Wade was quick to sink his teeth into Peter’s neck, earning him an agonised groan as the younger man squirmed in his arms. Wade responded by wrapping his arms around him tighter, supporting part of his weight as he moved up along Peter’s neck, now nipping lightly at his ear. He continued this for several moments more, before his arms suddenly dropped lower to grasp at his crotch through the fabric. The effect was immediate; even through the embarrassment of the last hour, Peter had little control over his body at the moment and could not help but curl up slightly, groaning softly. Wade grinned, his hands splayed across the thin strip of blue fabric that remained as his fingers ran across it continuously, earning him several more groans from the younger man as he continued to writhe beneath him. Then Wade took a step towards Peter, their bodies pressed against each other, and began to sway in time with the slow beat of the music. Peter followed suit, and soon the pair of them were a part of one of the silliest slow dances ever contrived. But by this point neither cared, and their hips swayed in unison as Peter led them around the room. He almost felt at ease, relaxed in the knowledge that he didn’t have to care about anything else for the time being.
The two of them continued to sway, and as Peter rolled his head back against Wade’s shoulder and closed his eyes he felt the blush rising up through his cheeks. He thought little of it however, and focused on jutting his hips out more to ensure Wade would follow suit. As he did, Peter could feel the odd angles and heat pressing against him, and Wade hissed as Peter stepped back onto it. Wade wrapped his hands tighter around Peter’s middle, one of them straying down to the pale blue panties Peter still had on. There, his fingers curling around the bulge, he pulled lightly around the fabric and caused the younger man to groan. Peter attempted to double over, but Wade kept a firm grip and let one hand curl up his chest, running over the smooth pale skin there as Peter continued to let out the same small noises.
Wade seemed to be fed up with pressing himself against Peter quickly however, and he let go of Peter just long enough to spin him around so that they were facing each other. Peter’s eyes were still half-closed, so Wade took the opportunity to tilt his head and lean in, crushing their lips together as he took a small step forward and ground his hips against Peter’s own. Peter responded by reaching a free hand down between them, pushing aside lacy fabric with ease and taking Wade’s erect member in hand. The mercenary responded with a growl, grinding his hips against Peter’s and attempting to continue along to the slow pulse of the music. Peter’s hand stroked against Wade’s shaft earning him another groan, before moving up to circle the head, where precum was already slowly leaking. The other man then slid his own hand between them, his other arm still wrapped around Peter’s middle and enticing him to keep swaying, cupping both their erections and giving a firm stroke. Peter moved his hand to accommodate, and groaned as he felt Wade’s fingers against his cock.
He leant his head in to rest on Wade’s shoulder, breathing heavily as the older man ran his hands along both their erections. It wasn’t long before Peter was groaning in Wade’s ear, Wade started cursing and the pair of them were moving frantically against each other. Wade came first, thick spurts of his come landing on Peter’s torso and over their hands. Peter followed suit a second later, leaning heavily against Wade and panting as he came. The pair of them stood there a moment, breathing hard and leaning against one another as they recovered.
Wade snapped out of it first, curling an arm around Peter’s shoulders and guiding him back to the couch. Both of them sat down, and Wade produced a small blanket, throwing it over Peter and leaning back, his characteristic grin having since returned as he breathed a sigh and nodded slowly.
“See, what’d I tell you about relaxing? Weirdly enough, it was just another case of it being all in the wrist. …Anyway, who’s hungry? I spotted Hot Pockets in the freezer earlier.”
With that he got up, ignoring the stains on his dress and wandering towards the kitchen, still muttering more to himself than to Peter.
“If there’s any drinks left, they’re mine too….”
Wade came back to find Peter asleep on the couch, and resisted the urge to give him a rude awakening. For all that he was, he didn’t see the point in being needlessly cruel. So instead, he left him be, adjusting the blanket and heading back to the kitchen, humming to himself and grinning.
Fandom: Marvel eh?
Pairing: Deadpool/Spider-Man
Rating: Okay, it's finally started to get NC-17 up in here.
Notes: It's never quite explained where the dresses come from. Suffice to say, they arrived. Shenanigans ensue.
Peter sighed as he slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment. His pack hung heavy on his shoulder and he dragged his feet along the concrete floor as he moved toward the door. As his hand extended towards the doorknob however, he paused and listened. From within he could hear softly playing music and he cringed, dreading what he was going to find inside as he unlocked the door and slowly opened it.
The result was not entirely unexpected, but it was still enough to let out an exasperated groan and rub at his forehead lightly.
There he found Wade stretched out over the couch in a pose that could best be described as obscene. Whilst he had kept the mask on, he’d also managed to find a burlesque, short-cut dress. It fit oddly well, Peter had to stop and wonder if it had been custom-made, and had a similar pattern to his usual red-and-black garb. But there the comparison ended. It consisted of a fitted corset with a skirt that was entirely too short and accompanied by a large frilly tutu. He also had thigh-high stockings, striped and topped with equally frilly red fabric. He also had elbow-length red gloves over his hands, one of which was splayed on one leg whilst the other propped up his head. In the background he had some ridiculous piano music playing, even whilst the TV was on.
Peter did nothing but stare, so Wade happily started the conversation by lolling his head back and grinning before opening his mouth to speak.
“Draw me like one of your French girls~”
“I-…Wh-…Wade, I don’t even know what to think here.”
Wade grinned behind the mask, turning his head towards Peter and tilting it slightly.
“Aw, come on! I tell you, it feels so good to embrace your feminine side once in a while! You oughtta try it, I really think it’d do you good.”
Peter did nothing but wave a hand and turn towards the bedroom, hoping to get changed and go to sleep until this maniac left. But as he took a step forward, he heard the voice again, this time lower and more solemn.
“Actually? That wasn’t a request. Your outfit’s on your bed, I’ll see you back here in ten, hm?”
Peter continued on to the bedroom like he had said nothing. But as he spotted the blue outfit on his bed, he simply closed the door behind him and walked over to it. He began to wonder just what had gotten into him as he put it on, since Wade had shown up three weeks ago and decided to slowly invade every part of his life. But the worst part wasn’t the orders that kept Wade from telling the world that he was Spider-Man, but the fact that over the past few days he’d taken to obeying them completely and without question. He began to wonder if some part of him was going to accept this over time, that this would become a way of life. But he shook his head; there had to be some way to appease the guy. But for now, he tightened the straps on his own corset, flinched as he caught his reflection briefly in the mirror, and headed back outside.
He was met with a huge grin and Wade quickly switched off the TV, sitting upright and whistling.
“Wow, you carry it off well, Spidey! Give us a turn, hm? Model it~”
Peter obeyed once again, walking into the centre of the living room and spinning around a few times, causing the slightly longer skirt fabric to twirl and splay outward as it moved. Wade made a few appreciative noises and clapped.
“Wow, it really does look good on you! Oh, I outdid myself this time. It’ll be a shame when you have to take it off.”
Peter was thankful that at some point he would be able to take this ridiculous outfit off, but he also had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t be able to do that just yet.
And right he was.
“Now, before we get to the really fun stuff, I’d totally love a sandwich. On you go!”
Peter sighed, but obeyed and headed for the kitchen. He got to making a sandwich, quickly noticing that Wade had decided to follow along and pop his head around the corner to admire him. Though he never turned to face the other man, what else were spidey senses for? …Well, apart from all the crime-fighting blarney.
He finished up, putting the whole thing on a plate and carrying it out. Just before he exited the kitchen however, he heard Wade’s voice once more.
“And make sure you make it look good, sweetie!”
Peter gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to groan, and set about making himself look about as pretty as a man in a short blue dress can. He put one hand on his hip and held the plate high with the other, and strutted out as best he could towards the other man sitting on the couch. He was glad of the fact Wade hadn’t provided matching shoes, otherwise he wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk daintily at all. But he managed, and was met with another noise of approval.
Wade tucked into the sandwich, seemingly ignoring the fact that they were both still in dresses as Peter stood nearby and glared. After he had finished he wiped at his mouth and looked again toward Peter, with a smile that sent a chill down the younger man’s spine.
“Well, now that practice is over, shall we get down to the real thing?”
With that, he picked up a smaller remote, hit a button, and the music changed.
To a sickening bass and soft jazz beat.
It was all Peter could do not to retch with disgust.
He knew the command was coming but even then, he wasn’t quite ready for it.
“Now then. It’s almost a shame; you look so good in that outfit. But let’s have you take it off now. Nice and slow.”
And with that, he leant back into the couch, lounging back on it and waiting.
Peter quickly took the opportunity whilst Wade made himself comfortable to quickly shut the curtains. Whilst he had no intentions of disobeying the mercenary, this was hardly something he wanted anybody else to see.
And then, slowly trudging back to the centre of the room, he began to remove one of his stockings. He was very quickly stopped, however, and he knew the reason why.
“Oh, come on! You can do better than that! I put this music on for a reason, you know.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, but he gave a small nod. He closed his eyes for a few moments whilst ignoring the blush rising up through his cheeks. Then he started to sway. Moving his hips back and forth as best he knew how, he began to roll down the stocking once more, moving slowly, more purposefully. Opening his eyes a moment he found that Wade wasn’t moving but simply eyeing him closely, so he shut his eyes once more and continued. Rolling his stocking down his calf, he let it dangle from his foot a moment before kicking his leg out and sending it across the room. He repeated the process with the other stocking, slowly moving in time to the beat.
He turned around, wiggling his ass for good measure as he began on the ridiculous corset. He pulled at the thin cords, his fingers fumbling on the knot as he kicked a leg out and continued to dance. As the cord holding it together finally came loose he looked over his shoulder. He found that instead of lounging on the couch Wade was now leaning forward on it, having removed his mask completely for a better view. Peter wasn’t sure whether to feel proud but he turned back around and continued on regardless, his eyes closed to save him from some of his embarrassment. He knew it would be pointless eventually though, and as the corset came off to leave him in nothing but the short skirt and matching blue underwear he cringed once more. Working the corset off and letting it slip to the floor, he realised that he may have gone too long without opening his eyes (or turning around, for that matter), and looked over his shoulder once again. His eyes widened when he found Wade missing, nothing but his mask still discarded on the couch.
He was going to turn back around, but he never got the chance. Before he was able to move, he felt himself trapped by a pair of strong arms, the hands winding around his torso like snakes. The gruff voice was low and speaking in his ear.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I know you’re not supposed to touch the goods, but whadda you think I was planning, hm?”
“W-wait…Wade…”
“Ssh, it’s okay baby. Just go with it.”
Peter was going to object to being called “baby” but Wade was quick to sink his teeth into Peter’s neck, earning him an agonised groan as the younger man squirmed in his arms. Wade responded by wrapping his arms around him tighter, supporting part of his weight as he moved up along Peter’s neck, now nipping lightly at his ear. He continued this for several moments more, before his arms suddenly dropped lower to grasp at his crotch through the fabric. The effect was immediate; even through the embarrassment of the last hour, Peter had little control over his body at the moment and could not help but curl up slightly, groaning softly. Wade grinned, his hands splayed across the thin strip of blue fabric that remained as his fingers ran across it continuously, earning him several more groans from the younger man as he continued to writhe beneath him. Then Wade took a step towards Peter, their bodies pressed against each other, and began to sway in time with the slow beat of the music. Peter followed suit, and soon the pair of them were a part of one of the silliest slow dances ever contrived. But by this point neither cared, and their hips swayed in unison as Peter led them around the room. He almost felt at ease, relaxed in the knowledge that he didn’t have to care about anything else for the time being.
The two of them continued to sway, and as Peter rolled his head back against Wade’s shoulder and closed his eyes he felt the blush rising up through his cheeks. He thought little of it however, and focused on jutting his hips out more to ensure Wade would follow suit. As he did, Peter could feel the odd angles and heat pressing against him, and Wade hissed as Peter stepped back onto it. Wade wrapped his hands tighter around Peter’s middle, one of them straying down to the pale blue panties Peter still had on. There, his fingers curling around the bulge, he pulled lightly around the fabric and caused the younger man to groan. Peter attempted to double over, but Wade kept a firm grip and let one hand curl up his chest, running over the smooth pale skin there as Peter continued to let out the same small noises.
Wade seemed to be fed up with pressing himself against Peter quickly however, and he let go of Peter just long enough to spin him around so that they were facing each other. Peter’s eyes were still half-closed, so Wade took the opportunity to tilt his head and lean in, crushing their lips together as he took a small step forward and ground his hips against Peter’s own. Peter responded by reaching a free hand down between them, pushing aside lacy fabric with ease and taking Wade’s erect member in hand. The mercenary responded with a growl, grinding his hips against Peter’s and attempting to continue along to the slow pulse of the music. Peter’s hand stroked against Wade’s shaft earning him another groan, before moving up to circle the head, where precum was already slowly leaking. The other man then slid his own hand between them, his other arm still wrapped around Peter’s middle and enticing him to keep swaying, cupping both their erections and giving a firm stroke. Peter moved his hand to accommodate, and groaned as he felt Wade’s fingers against his cock.
He leant his head in to rest on Wade’s shoulder, breathing heavily as the older man ran his hands along both their erections. It wasn’t long before Peter was groaning in Wade’s ear, Wade started cursing and the pair of them were moving frantically against each other. Wade came first, thick spurts of his come landing on Peter’s torso and over their hands. Peter followed suit a second later, leaning heavily against Wade and panting as he came. The pair of them stood there a moment, breathing hard and leaning against one another as they recovered.
Wade snapped out of it first, curling an arm around Peter’s shoulders and guiding him back to the couch. Both of them sat down, and Wade produced a small blanket, throwing it over Peter and leaning back, his characteristic grin having since returned as he breathed a sigh and nodded slowly.
“See, what’d I tell you about relaxing? Weirdly enough, it was just another case of it being all in the wrist. …Anyway, who’s hungry? I spotted Hot Pockets in the freezer earlier.”
With that he got up, ignoring the stains on his dress and wandering towards the kitchen, still muttering more to himself than to Peter.
“If there’s any drinks left, they’re mine too….”
Wade came back to find Peter asleep on the couch, and resisted the urge to give him a rude awakening. For all that he was, he didn’t see the point in being needlessly cruel. So instead, he left him be, adjusting the blanket and heading back to the kitchen, humming to himself and grinning.