~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ow. Wade, stop it." Peter grumbles as he shifts slightly in their bed. He had to sleep there where only so Many hours in a night. He couldn't get up and just sleep somewhere else because that would be injuring to the both of them waking up alone. But that didn't mean Peter would willingly let Wade thrash around in his dreams using him as his target.

Peter turns over so he's facing Wade. His eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness to take in the details of his soulmate in the dark room. It had been days since his last episode (that turned out not to be an episode and ended happily and pleasurably for the both of them) so he was aware not to get to close just incase he suddenly decided it was a great time to hunt. Without Wade being awake he just didn't trust himself to get too close to him.

Wade jerks again. This time turning away from Peter. The normally silent sleeper  whimpering in his sleep. Peter notices the smell if blood, he looks down to see it soaked into the sheets making him instantly cast away any doubts that he has to worry about turning on Wade. The arachnid quickly roles off the bed and moves to the other side of the bed trying to figure out what exactly is going wrong.

"Wade? Wade come on wake up." Peter says placing gentle hands on his husband only to flinch away when Wade made a horrifying cry and jerked away.

Peter looks at his bloody hand the scarlet liquid was coming from Wade's ever growing sensitive scars. They had finally worsened and many had torn open from his movements.

"Wade," Peter says more loudly trying to wake his Soulmate from the Nightmare. He quickly moves over to the door  and turns on the light before quickly coming back To Wades side.

The mercenary's eyes opened when Peter called his name again. He gives Peter a terrified look as the arachnid tries to calm him and his breathing.

This had happened once before. A dream where Wade remembered something. Relived his past of torture.

"No don't touch me!"

Peter backs away quickly in alarm. He could feel his other half panic. The animal inside of him grow alarmed not understanding what to do.

"Wade. Wade." Peter repeats quietly.

"No."

"It's okay. I'll make it better. Just calm down." Peter continues.

How are they supposed to be there for each other? How are they supposed to be destined mates? They loved each other yes. They loved each other so much, but how are they supposed to care for each other. Neither of them capable of always being able to take are of one another. What if someday Peter turns on Wade while the other his in the sort of panicked and dazed state? Peter would scar Wade for life. He would connect Peter to the pain he remembers from the experiments and torture.

If Peter haven't been so stupid. If he hadn't gotten bitten then this would have never happened. He wouldn't have to worry about others safety because he might try to kill them. He wouldn't feel guilty and like he had to save people because of the death he caused to strangers and those he loved. So many people would still be alive in his life if he hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

"Wade please." Peter says tears running down his face. This was a mistake. Fate had been wrong. This is wrong. Two people who aren't sane can't care for one another. Can't be dependable to take care of each their through their breakdowns.

.....

Slowly ever so slowly. They both calm down. Crying writhing each other's arms in despair of their frustration. 

Peter should be there for Wade. He should have kept himself in check. Maybe he could have survived? Or maybe from thy beginning he should have looked for for help.

After a long time Peter helped his reluctant, injured mercenary towards the bathroom. Intent on helping his mate. He would soothe his wounds and he would caress him to finally fall asleep despite the pain his lover would be in. He'll call in sick. He would stay home the next few days to help Wade though this constant torture and ignore his own duties and needs to ensure Wade was cared for. Wade was his rock and he needed him to stay that way. They are for each other and despite their doubts they wouldn't separate from each other. They are destined for each their for reasons far beyond their own assumptions.

Wade hisses when Peter puts him in the water. It stings and burns his sores at first.

"I'm sorry Peter. It was worse then normal because I was actually feeling he pain. From the blisters. I didn't-"

Peter shushes Wade gently. "It doesn't mater." He says returning to Gently washing away the blood off the Mercenary's body. "It'll always be okay."

Bleh. Okay. So hope you like it. Kudos to you who read and suffer through it