Peter was rough, nipping Wade's skin between his perfect teeth while an almost crushing grip forced Wade to lay back stiffly on the cushions of the soft fabric of the tan couch. Thank the lord it isn't white because if the Mercenary was going to take a guess and be all sciency and pretend to be a little pretty twink like his little squint and make a hypothesis then it would be that, by the end of the night there was going to be some shape or form of a bodily fluid on the cushions and they'd have to flip them whenever they planned on using it for such activities vs when it if anyone ever came over. Whether that liquid be saliva, tears come or lube-

[Lube isn't a bodily substance.] Yellow snarked smartly.

"Well fuck you Yellow. It is if it leaks out of my ass it's a bodily fluid." Wade mumbled in mild annoyance with the box. The sudden grip on his jaw startled Wade slightly as wide blue eyes snapped back towards his mate who had stopped sucking on his skin to look down at him with a fiery gaze.

"I don't want a single word to come out of your mouth that isn't addressed to me. Do you understand?" Peter growled as he looked down at the Mercenary who shrunk under the gaze.

"Yes." He answered softly, Whites hypothetical tail wagging side to side in excitement as a shiver ran through their body at seeing Peter so harsh. It had been so long since they'd done anything like this.

"I don't want to hear a single thing that pops into the insane, crazed mind of yours. I want you and your voices to not speak. I want them to be as if they never existed. That you're not a batshit little nothing in this world." Peter hissed, his nose almost touching Wade's own as those precious Hazel eyes gazed at him with something Wade could almost convince himself was a true hate. The soft glow behind the sharp glint of the gaze was what always convinced Wade that these words weren't true or anything but an act. The soft concern and love that could be seen through the harsh acts gave Peter away.

"Yes master."

Peter struggled to keep his composure with Wade's response, trying to hide a fond smile with a scowl as he read the mercenaries connection between seeing what was real and not real between his words was still there, that they hadn't lost it over the time they had been so lost and unfocused on the internal health of their relationship as everything they did was changed and altered all because of Peter's stupidity to not get help the first time he craved blood and looked at passing people like one does looking at various options of meat for their sandwich at subway.

(Subway and Sex... yay, now can we drop the cheep food discussion and get back to what everyone really wants? Seriously.)

[Remember! No talking!]

(Oh right, right. But what about-)

Yellow quite violently hushed White. He wanted to pay attention to what was going on. He didn't want interruptions.

"Strip." Peter commanded the Mercenary as he pulled the other into a sitting position as he moved off. Wade watched Peter walk away, momentarily wondering what he had done to get left on his own before that with Peter he wouldn't need to worry. Peter was no Nathan, nor was he anything like Dylan. He wouldn't have to worry about his soulmate leaving him exposed and at their emotional mercy for hours on end only to return and use him before going off to what ever event they had next.

Wade carefully pulled off his clothing, trying to win Peter's favor as he folded the articles nicely before setting them aside, under the coffee table and out of the way. He stood unsurely in the room not knowing whether he should wait as he was or return to his position on the couch for Peter. He didn't have to ponder the question long before Peter reentered the room, hiding the object he was carrying from Wade's sight, causing the merc to have a mini heart attack as he thought it was the harsh dick trap he had given to Peter not long after he was confirmed stable. Relief flooded his system at the sight of the water based lube he had bought at the same time was the only thing brought out with Peter.

Peter despite himself seemed to gorget what was going on as he glanced at the open blinds on the windows. He walked quickly over and shut them, the blush upon his face at the idea of someone for whatever reason looking in and seeing him causing him to loose character for a minute. You never know when a kid across the street happened to get a new pair of binoculars.

Wade had perhaps been ill fated in suck a way as a child. Of course he hadn't been as objective or horrified nor confused when he had. He also wasn't a child when it happened... he may have been about to shoot the man but thought better if it after half and hour.

Once the blinds where once shut and to Peter's preference the arachnid turned to him once again, character being taken up once more.  "Down." The smaller commands.