Wade's head was held carefully in place my Peter's hands as his mouth was fucked, Peter's length sliding down his throat making himself sore but all the more happy to take it. Peter hadn't been this rough before. Wade was slowly suffocating on Peters's pretty pink cock as the smaller didn't relent or end the burning within the mercenary's throat as he continued to use Wade. The Anti-Hero's lungs cried out for air but he knew he could take it. His healing factor wouldn't let him be harmed by this, he knew that, Peter knew that even when he pulled away from Wade's wet warmth.

His soulmate gasped at being allowed the lungful of oxygen before pitifully whimpering and chasing the prize with his gaze before he tried to follow the pink head that had retreated from his mouth, his saliva cold against sensitive flesh after retreating from Wade.

"No." Peter growled, putting a hand out to stop Wade from being able to capture Peter's tip in his mouth, wanting to suck on it proudly like it was the best sucker and person could ever hope to ever have to chance tasting.

Wade looked up at his master with Hurt blue eyes as he was denied his wants.

"I'll only give what I know you'll take, that being only what I want from you, you little slut." Peter hissed as he pushed Wade's face away. Wade didn't resist the small motion of rejection as Peter moved away, walking behind Wade where he knelt in submission on the carpeted floor. He didn't look up at Peter as the arachnid slowly walked in a circle around him. Wade could practically feel the sneer being directed towards him as he closed his pristine eyes that reminded Peter of the beautiful and extravagant  blue glaciers you see in documentaries. Wade's we're where no less breath taking to look at.

"That's all you are isn't it, Deadpool." The other said softly, having bent to speak quietly, sadisticly in Wade's ear. "You're just a toy, an object. Something I could pass around to all my friends and brag about how good you are, how pleasing. " Peter continued. Wade could feel the soft brush of Peter's skin  just hardly grazing his own as he shrunk away from the words. It's what he always told himself he wasn't, for Peter he had been telling himself that he meant something, that he wasn't just to use, he was a person and was made to be loved and that's what Peter did and he returned it. But here Peter was now telling him different. The headspace being created making Wade feel small an insignificant in the world.

Yellow was pleased despite the small feelings of despair crawling through Wade. White despite his interests no longer completely fazed with the atmosphere of sex but becoming wary and distant as his own emotions where slowly being pricked at.

"Luckily for you I don't have many friends." Peter said. Wade could feel him smiling. "But even if I did I wouldn't share a single glimpse of you to them."

White seems to relax ever so lightly with the additional sentence.

Peter pulls away from Wade again before pulling the other to rise. Wade dared to send a glance up at his master, wondering to what degree he would be allowed to gaze at Peter or I the other was going to punish him for any acts.

"Come." Peter said turning from Wade in expectation for the other to follow while giving Wade a mouthwatering view of his perfect ass.

"Peter I know I'm super human but not even I can come on demand with little to no attention. We aren't in that sort of porno."

Wade expects a slap but only receives an amused look before it is quickly squashed in hopes of keeping composure. Peter had fallen out of practice of being able to stick to character but Wade would give him credit as it's been...

(It's Been to god damned long.) white snapped.

"Follow." Peter rephrased as he walks towards their bedroom, leading the vulnerable Mercenary in as Yellow rested them, shifting away the disturbance in their head space Wade had created when he decided it was necessary to interrupt the mood.

Wade didn't disobey, laying on the bed as instructed in the traditional position, ready to take it like the little bitch he is.

"You're perfect. Laying here like this is just what you were made for. Nothing else. You weren't made for anything else. For anyone else. I'm all you'll ever have, the only one who will accept and put up with your scars that so many see as horrid and disgusting. The see you as a monster." Peter said as he slowly climbed behind Wade. The Mercenary had his face hidden in a pillow as he listened. His chest clenching tightly in convulsing pain as he listens to the true words. "After everything you've done to him yourself, greedily trying to save your life have you Learned your lesson? Did you Wade?"

"Yes," Wade answered in a small tone.

"No. No you didn't. You kept tempting and playing with fate. Look where it got you Wade. At the merciless hands of your soulmate. The soulmate you hurt time over time again."

That time Wade couldn't tell if the harshness in Peter's tone was real or not before two fingers forced him open.