[ We're going to have to move. ]

( Why?)

[ We don't want her just knowing where we live. She could tell S.H.I.E.L.D about the location.]

( I thought they already knew?)

" That was the last apartment Whitey." Wade sighs as he walks back into the bedroom, the shifted having been sent on her way out the door.

[ Sadly it's probably the first time it's opened in a month or two...]

( Instill don't think we should have just left laying out in the hall.)

" It was for our protection. I'm not going to leave her there all the time. But as long as she ant reach the handle she can't get in here. Hence we won't wake up half dead tomorrow."

The door shuts behind him softly before his gave goes back to Peter. The sky outside still dark besides the glowing light pollution of the city.

He notices that Peter isn't laying on the best rather sitting at the edge. Peter looks up at him with a disturbing smile. None of the normal warmth flowing from Peter coming from the expression. The rare, odd glint in the teen's eyes when the Merc continues to come closer.

Before Wade is allowed to say anything Peter gets up and walks over to him. His demeanor and attitude off as he comes up close to Wade. His small smile is almost unnerving to the Merc as Peter gazes at him, pupils blown wide with a hard lust.

" Wade." Peter greets as he pushes right trough his Soulmates space to lean right into him. Brushing up against his side before moving to stand In front of his Mercenary.

[ Well... This is an odd turn of events. I thought this story was done porn wise?]

Peter pulls Wade down slightly so he can gain access to Wade's neck. He stands on his toes to his neck against Wade's in a odd manner. Not that they Haden't ever done it, but the way he approached the Merc was off putting in a way. The situation wasn't right.

[ He must be in another sort of phase. What else would explain this... Odd situation. ]

( Oh do you feel that thing against our thigh! This little spider is in the mood for a mating session. )

[ I thought this was just a feeding habit thing.] Yellow says seeming to want to back away from the younger male. The idea of not being in any control setting off a partial flight response the mercenary pushes aside.

" What do you want Baby Boy?" Wade asks not moving into any of the younger's advances. Perhaps hoping it would make the teen more lucid if he isn't.

Peter responds with a slight Hum without actually pausing to answer before he grabs Wade's suit and turns them around, pushing the larger man back while looking up at him. His normally bright eyes dull and dangerous.

Peter pushes him down onto the bed a little more forcefully then called for but Wade didn't complain.

( Always have liked Peter when he gladly takes charge and makes us all his.)

[ But this isn't Peter anymore. ]

( Our dick doesn't know that. He looks like Peter, feels like Peter, and sounds like Peter. It's happy.)

" Don't talk about it like its a thing that has senses."

( Oh. But it does.) White says more for the ability to use a creepy tone rest her them any form of truth behind the statement.

Distracted momentarily with the thought boxes he doesn't notice Peter had started to remove his weapons and pouches until they where set carelessly on the floor next to the bed.

" Hey. Peter come on. You have to talk." Wade says ever so slightly nervous as moments of the past start to nudge his mind into remembering the Horrid occurrences. " Peter, you're not like this. "

Wade tries to shift to sit up but his stopped with a firm warning of strength as the spider stops his motions to pin him back down with force, giving a warning look before returning to trying to remove the mercenaries clothing.

" No Peter. " Wade says pushing the arachnid away before scooting up the bed.

Peter gives his soulmate An odd looks before he moves forward again, causing the larger to tense in the expectation of being forced down again. Instead the arachnid climbs up onto his lap, straddling it before pressing his soft pink lips to the dry ones owned by the Merc.

Wade relaxes ever so slightly with the change. The kiss being more controlled and calm. Until it's not. Peter making it fast and hot. No feelings being transferred in the act as the arachnid hurriedly works to start at the seam of Wade's pants while maintaining the domination of the kiss.

Peter's knees are positioned on the Merc in such a way to pin his wrists to his sides. Super strength being used to ensure no other disruption.

" Peter stop. " Wade says.

[ He can't hear you. ]

( Why won't he wake up? )

" Please." Wade says, his voice changing in slight panic as the pressing memories start to press past his line of defense and leak into his conscious mind.

( No. Not again.)

[ We didn't you stop this?]

( I don't want to feel the pain again)

The count down has started. Only a week to go until this story should be over 😁

How do you think this will go down?