~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wade ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wade?" Peter called across the small apartment. The place wasn't nearly as large as their last but it was nice by the least. Without odd stains or smells, interior looking like it was refurbished within the last decade by the least. Soft green walls no longer were the familiar surroundings as the room was a mild but cheerful yellow, making the room almost cheerful in its own way the way the light shone off of it and illuminated the room with a soft glow.

"Yeah?" Wade answered his soulmate as he looked through a celebrity magazine in the couch. This one wasn't nice like their older one. Didn't have small indents and the insides weren't squished just right to consistent Wade's most common position on the couch. He would have to work to get it to the same level of familiarity. There was a particular limp of stuffing in this couch that just didn't feel right. Almost too hard and there was most certainly a weird malfunction in then stuffing machine that made this thing. Upon actually looking down to figure where the lump was he saw it was only one of his glocks which he carelessly tossed onto a side table near him with the lamp he was using placed nicely in the center.

"Do you want to do something?" Peter asked as he padded quietly into the room.

"Like what?" Wade questioned momentarily concerned that Peter wanted to do something that could possibly give them away if it wasn't peer planned. When he looked away from the article he was pretending to be reading, he was honestly just looking at the pictures and titles to get the jist of what was supposed to be written in detail, to have to double check that his jaw wasn't hanging slack at the unexpected sight before him.

Peter smirked softly as he climbed up onto Wade's lap, discarding the magazine to the floor as he straddled his soulmate, keeping the other's hands in his to keep them from moving.

"We haven't gotten to take a moment and appreciate each other truly after everything that's been going on Wade. It's been months. That's far, far to long." Peter said gazing over Wade with a predatory hunger for his Mate. "I haven't gotten to thank you yet after staying with me for so long when I wasn't there to be with you."

White began to whimper, already turning belly up in surrender to any treatment their Arachnid may be interested in giving them. He'd been wanting to be used for so long. He hasn't been given his turn to know that everything was going to be okay, that he had a rock to stay steady on. Here Peter was offering to carry him and he didn't want to object. This was what he hopped to he the new start of their roles. Where they could both evenly hold each other up, carrying their other half when they could make it to the top of the next hill.

Wade's pure eyes looked up at Peter brightly and accepting. He wouldn't need to tell Peter what he wanted, the arachnid could read the words off of him like he was an open book, no page left for Peter to wonder what layer behind it. He was exposed and belonged to Peter willingly, any question Peter could ask would have been answered in a heart beat and Peter knew this. Yet he didn't ask. He didn't ask whom Ellie was, or why Wade cried, begging for an apology from Vanessa or cringed at the word Cable.

No. He wouldn't do that. He reached down and delicately pecked Wade's lips before lifting Wade's shirt slowly. He gently brushed his fingers over rough scars and sensitive skin. Peter lack for clothing already had Wade's attention enough, to the point he was uncomfortable in his jeans after a pitiful, thirty seconds that shouldn't have been humanly possible to accomplish.

Peter's pecking turns to a slow kiss as carefully his hands move away from his shirt to instead undo Wade's unbearable jeans.

"Please Peter." Wade begged the other as the arachnid slowly teased the Mercenary as he lightly glided his fingers over the taunt cotton fabric  covering his pride and joy.

"Can you make us cry?" Yellow blurred out, bypassing Wade's normal filter on the pair.

Peter paused, Hazel eyes staring down at Wade in something that almost looked like concern before slowly nodding. His smirk returned though a little forced as anxieties of the request ran about his mind as he looked down at Wade.

"On one condition." Peter said.

"Anything."'Yellow practically cried out.

"You do everything as I say."

"Yes Master."  

(And so the father's son, slash, master returns.) White sighs in relieve. He had missed his master.