Peter wakes early the next morning. Silently holding Wade to his stomach as he replays Wade's words from the night before as he looks at the golden band on his ring finger. He's blessed with such a wonderful husband. The man so dedicated to Peter, even though Peter is aware that Wade has a past with other.... Intimate mates. I can't shake the knowing feeling that he had never loved them like he loves Peter. They had all cast Wade out because the man wasn't good enough for them, only useful for a quick fuck.

Peter would never treat Wade like that. Wade meant far to much. He loves him. Loves him so much.

. . .

And he he can so easily hurt him. Can so easily sink his fangs into his textured, scarred skin. He looks at Wade's bare shoulders. The scars inflamed and angrier looking then they had been before. Not as bad as Wade had been the first time this has happened but that didn't mean it wouldn't get worse in the next few days.

Peter carefully sits up, sure not to disturb Wade as he does so. He walks out of their room and to the bathroom. He's quiet as he starts to take out supplies he'd gone out to make sure he'd have in stock for when this happened once he saw the warning signs.

He opens a drawer under the counter. He pulls it out enough to expose what he wants. He takes out a specially medicated moisturizer made for burn victims but Peter thought could very well be something that could help soothe Wade's skin. And if not then it would still be a Lotion that could be used by the mercenary.

He also grabs a small container and fills It with warm water before grabbing a soft wash cloth and making his way back towards their room.

Wade is still asleep when he gets back. He sets his supplies down on the dresser before making his way over to Wade. The Merc had kicked the blankets off in his sleep like he commonly does. It tends to leave Peter sometimes taking up cold but with a warm Mercenary to snuggle up to it was never a severe inconvenience.

All Wade is wearing is a pair of baggy sweatpants, leaving a good portion of his skin conveniently exposed to Peter. Peter grabs his supplies again, deciding to move them to one of he bed side tables. He grabs the wash cloth and dips it in the warm water before wringing it out. He climbs back onto the bed and kneels next to Wade. He watches him sleep for a long minute before starting to carefully Dab the inflamed scars. Some blood gets absorbed by the light colored cloth as Peter starts on Wade's muscular arm.

Wade does wake, though he doesn't start up alarmed, calm and confused is what he is as he turns to look at what the weird wet feeling on his arm is. His heart warms when he sees his Spider so delicately taking care of him like before. Peter's movements light and calculated as he works.

Wade remains silent as Peter continues. Moving from his arm to the other. He goes and rinses out the red hand towel before coming back and lightly doing Wade's face and torso.

Peter moves and grabs the lotion he had gotten. It didn't have a scent or any real noticeably special color. It had a bit of a purple tint to it but they didn't mean much.

The smooth lotion cools Wade's warm skin in a comforting feeling. His sores being numbed lightly by temperature change of the cool gel like substance.

"Thank you." Wade hums hoarsely.

"Anything to make You feel better." Peter says as his smoothed hands spread the lotion on Wade's abs and chest.

Wade smiles as Peter tells him to turn over so he can do his back. The mercenary doesn't object as he does so. His sores object but he ignores the pain. Peter is gentle with each scar. Giving each one special care. Being so delicate.

Peter leaves once again to once or the washcloth. When he comes back be applied the cooking lotion to Wade's back before looking at Wade's sweatpants before back at the Merc who was watching from the corner of his eyes.

"Do you want me to do the rest?" Peter asks tentatively. Knowing the Mercenary could be nervous with Peter being behind him exposed when he wasn't confident in his knowledge of what Peter was doing though most of the reaction was created by Peter's own guilt for what he had almost done.

"Yeah it's fine." Wade says sounding unconcerned.

Peter smiles at the trust given to him as he mobs to carefully remove Wade's sweats. The Merc obviously wasn't wearing anything under the garment. Peter doesn't hide the fact that he admires Wade's body. He truly barely noticed the scars for what they are. He sees them when he looks at Wade but he could so easily see through them, able to see the truly desirable aspects of Deadpool.

Peter starts to gently work at his task again. Not wanting to get himself too distracted.

"I love you." Peter reminds his soulmate as he works. Speaking words softly and with meaning.

"I love you too baby boy. So much." Wade says, his appreciation clear in his voice.

Fifteen minutes late. I'm sorry.