The next morning Wade wakes up to Peter moving next to him. He recalled memory's from the night before. He remembers the kiss, and the way Peter insisted that Wade needed to stay with him which ended with the two Supers to fall onto Peter's bed. The owner of the apartment naturally becoming a small spoon against Wade much to White's Delight.

( That should be a desert. White's Delight. )

' I have an idea as of what it could be.'

( I like the way you think.)

' White's delight will have to wait a while for now.'

( We'll dream about it. )

" Wade?" Peter asks sitting up and turning to look down at Wade.

" Yes Baby boy?" The Merc asks not opening his eyes.

" I'm sorry I didn't mean to drag you in her I was just so-" Peter starts but Wade cuts him off.

" No it's fine. I'm happy you did," Wade says snaking his arm around Peter and pulling him back down gently because damn, the October was cold and Peter's shit apartment either needed better insulation or a donation to the heating department.

[ Freaking cold.] Yellow growls in his normal ' I just woke up' tone.

Peter slumps back down next to Wade willingly moving closer into the warmth because Body Heat.

" Why is it so Freaking cold in here?" Wade asks accidentally letting Yellow slip out.

" This place would Dry up Stark's well of money to keep it warm," Peter says tracing a scar lightly with his finger on Wade's bare chest." Nothing in the walls and a fortune to hear in the first place sort of ruins the point."

Wade open his eyes slightly to look down at Peter laying against him. " Is that why your fingers and feet are always so cold?"

Peter stops tracing scars to press said freezing hands fully against Wade's torso, feet sliding up to intertwine to share the cold.

" Are you so warm because you live in a well heated home?"

" Another plus side of the healing factor. I'm sure if I still had my looks I could retire in a year with the business of $1 hugs simply because I'm warm and would look cuddly."

" You are cuddly."

( Damn right )

[ All this touching is weird. Make it stop]

" Your just saying that," Wade says not able to deny the pink hue he could feel on his face.

( You're so close. Just touch the butt. See if the booty feels as good as it looks. Nice and firm when he tenses and soft, and kneadable like dough when he's all relaxed. Feel it, kiss it, spear it.)

[ What if Peter is more of a spearer rather then a speared?]

' If there's anyway he had any desire to get it on with me of all people I'm not objecting to anything he wants to do.'

" What are you thinking about?" Peter asks.

[ I want to see how you get yourself out of this one champ.]

" How did you know I was thinking? "

" You kinda stare off at things and look like your listening to something. You where smiling this time though," Peter says.

" Oh,"

" So what where you thinking about?"

" To be brutal honest with you, I was having a conversation about you and your little tush, whether you're a top or bottom, and wondering if I'd ever be allowed in that equation." Wade answers.

[ The honesty has fought me off guard. Prepare for some sort of rejection in three, two, one-]

" Conversation with who?" Peter asks momentary unconcerned with most of what Wade just confessed.

( Mkay that one threw me off too.)

The Merc falls uncharacteristically silent not wanting to answer. " Your not concerned with my very perverted thoughts?"

" Not at the very second. I want to know who your conversing with." Peter says.

" What if it's no one,"Wade states turning over so he's pinning the younger in hopes to worry him into forgetting about the question.

" I know your hiding something Wade. Can you just tell me?"

[ Don't let him know,]

( Disney princess did this once to her family and it didn't work out for her. Whoa! Wait! Your going to break this carefully balanced trust of a relationship that took forever to build!)

" Lust," Wade states ignoring White and dipping down to start kissing up Peter's neck.

( No!) White cries. ( Your ruining it!)

" Wade." Peter says pushing him back up and away from himself. " Your eyes say your lying. And Im saying no to this." He says pushing Wade back over to his own side of the mattress before sitting up to give Wade an unimpressed look.

Wade falls back to the bed, letting out a deep exhale as he uses one hand to cover his eyes. " I'm sorry."

" Wade what are you hiding? I know you have voices okay? I can put two and two together. But why are you trying to avoid it?" Peter asks gently.

" You'll think I'm crazy, and I am. I have so many problems Peter it's not funny." Wade says.

" No one thinks it's funny,"

" But they do. They really really do Peter. Take the avengers for instance. They think it's funny. All of them except for maybe Clint and Cap. But Cap is nice to everyone and Clint puts up with me because we play video games with one another on our free time."

" I'm an avenger." Peter says. " If they think they can continue to be like that when your around then I'll just have to talk to them alone."

" Oh and your going to just openly tell the avengers your soulmate is the one and only Deadpool. One of the must ' untrustworthy' and ' Dangerous' people openly known and allowed to walk around."

" You're not. "

" But I am," Wade responds.

" I trust you."

" Then your the only one." Wade says before getting up to look for his bloodied shirt he had the decency to take off before laying on Peter's clean sheets.

He finds it and picks it up, pulling it over his head before picking up his mask and belt, strapping on his Katanas.

" Wade."

The Merc stops as he's about pull on his mask. He looks over at Peter waiting for what ever they teen is going to say.

" What are we?" Peter asks looking over at him.

" I don't know."

" What do you want us to be?" Peter asks quietly.

Wade stares back at Peter with a sad look before glancing away.

" Peter... I-"

So whatcha think??