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When Deadpool finally found Spider-Man, he was in worse shape than the Merc had dared hope. The explosion that sent them both flying down the alley had burned holes through the arms and back of Wade’s suit and skin, but his healing factor was already kicking in to repair the singed flesh.
It also hit Spidey, who had large swaths of charred suit and third degree burns across one side. He was covered in skid marks, grit, and at least one gash in his side that was seeping blood from where he'd hit the pavement. His mask lay disintegrated next to him, he must have ripped the burning fabric off his face. He sat against a wall with his knees up and head hanging between crossed arms.
"Webs! What a night, right? You okay buddy? You look a bit…extra crispy. Definitely not original recipe. Haha…" Wade tried to make light of the situation, but feared that his friend might be irreparably damaged.
Spider-Man looked up at him.
"Gah! I mean, uh, hello…" Wade was understandably taken aback by Spidey's appearance.
Spidey's eyes were large, round, and completely black, reflecting the burning rubble down the block like little mirrors. He stared at Wade with an unnerving, unflinching expression, but then blinked slowly. His skin, where it wasn't charred and oozing, had a mottled, bluish tint. Tear tracks ran through the grime on his cheeks and his lips hung open, revealing sharp incisors. Wild brown hair framed his face and stuck to it in damp patches of sweat. Wade wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he first glimpsed Spidey’s face, but this wasn’t it.
Wade approached hesitantly, lifting his hands and showing that they were empty. He crouched a few yards away from Spidey, not wanting to alarm him.
Oh, fuck. Just what I need right now. I'm starving and hurting and here's Wade to crack some great one-liners about it. If he compares my skin to food again, I swear…he smells good though. Ug, stop having those thoughts Peter. You can control it.
"I see somebody ordered their spider legs blackened tonight. Mmm, Cajun style. 'Pauvre ti bête*'."
Spider-Man rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Haha, there you are. Tell me what's up, Webs. How are you feeling?"
"Everything hurts, Wade. What do you think? You think I'm just peachy here? I can barely move."
Wade moved a little closer towards Spidey. "Can I…take a look? I might be able to patch you up. Got some gauze and antibiotics in one of these satchels."
"No, I'll be fine. I just need to rest. And some food I think…"
Wade took in Spidey’s inhuman appearance. "You look about ready to go hunting."
"I… get like this sometimes, when I'm in a lot of pain, or fear, or angry I think. Right now I…I just need a really rare steak, that's all."
Wade moved closer again. He extended a cautious hand towards Spidey's face, not touching him yet, like when you hold out the back of your hand for a new dog to sniff, to say hello.
I can smell him. I can smell his blood. His pulse…his wrist is right there. It's exposed. The new skin is soft. It'll break easy. Peter, no, don't…
Spidey's eyes grew even wider. His lips drew back in a snarl as his jaw dropped and his neck craned towards Wade's hand. Then he snapped his eyes and mouth shut and buried his head in his arms again.
"No! Just leave me alone. Don't touch me, please. When I get like this I might…" he tried to hide a quiet sob.
Wade looked down at his exposed wrist, understanding dawning on him like a ton of bricks.
"Oh! You're hungry. I get it. I totally get it. Healing factor's a bitch, huh? It always leaves me craving tacos.”
Spidey sobbed again. Tacos clearly weren’t what he was craving.
Wade continued, hesitating only slightly: “...But blood is full of iron and nutrients and proteins, and probably just what you need right now."
Spider-Man stopped mid-cry to look up at Deadpool. Wet lashes outlined the dark pools of his eyes.
"Wait. You're not totally grossed out? That I'm like…ravenous, like an animal?"
Wade couldn't help himself. "You're probably the cutest little bloodthirsty creature I've ever seen."
A reddish tint bloomed under the blue along Spidey's cheeks.
Wade continued: "I mean, if you want to snack I'm the best option around, right? No innocents hurt. And an unending source of protein. Better than lab grown chicken. Better than Beyond Beef." He extended his wrist a little closer to Peter's face. It was less than a foot away, and the artery was beating visibly under pink, healing skin.
What the hell, Peter. What are you thinking? This is so fucked up. But he's offering. Oh God, it looks so good.
“Have you…have you never tasted someone before? Who knows, you might like it.”
Peter hesitated. That's what he was afraid of. But it was still such an enticing offer…
He reached out tentatively and wrapped his fingers around Wade's wrist. He drew it closer and held the forearm in his other hand. Wade didn't flinch or flex his muscles, just let his arm hang in Peter's grasp.
Peter looked at the tender inner forearm, deciding where the best spot would be. He saw a blue vein running beneath the soft pink skin. He lifted it to his lips and then looked back at Wade.
Deadpool stared at him, breathing shallowly. He nodded.
Peter sank his teeth in and blood quickly filled his mouth. The taste was strong, umami and salty and metallic, and it mixed with the smell of Wade's unique musk. His eyes rolled up in his head. He swallowed once, but the experience was so intense, he swayed and almost fell over.
Wade moved to grab him to keep him from falling on the pavement and getting more grit in his wounds. "Woah, whoa. I got you. I…sorry, I hope that's all right."
"It's fine, yeah," said Spidey in a high, breathy voice.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Wade moved behind Spider-Man as he pulled him up. His knees framed Spidey's and offered guardrails to fall against. But Spidey collapsed back against Wade's chest instead.
Wade wrapped one arm around Spidey's non-burned side, avoiding a gash and holding his chest carefully. He lifted the other arm back in front of Peter's face. Peter took it in his hands and sank his teeth in again without hesitation. His body relaxed and shuddered at the sensation of blood in his mouth.
"Shh, it's okay. I've got you," Wade mumbled into the back of his head.
Peter bit in, chewing to release more liquid and flesh.
The pain was tolerable, Wade thought. More so than it should be. Was there a warm, numb sensation spreading on his arm? It felt tingly where Spidey sank his teeth in.
Spider-man made a little noise, like a hum. “Mmm-mmmmm.”
Wade was utterly helpless at that noise. He nuzzled the back of Spidey’s head, right where it curved down between the two ridged muscles of his neck. Spidey moaned again, a little louder, and arched his head back towards Wade. Wade brushed masked lips through Peter’s hair.
Peter gasped, and released the grip of his teeth for a moment, suddenly embarrassingly aware of what he was doing…and how Wade was responding…
“I…uh…I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Wade’s voice was low, a whisper at his neck that sent shivers down his spine. “Nah. Feels great, actually. Tickles a little…but in a good way. Bite as hard as you want.”
Peter moved up Wade’s arm and sank his teeth in again, relishing the feeling of breaking fresh skin.
“You’ve got, uh…an anesthetic in your bite, do you know that? It…ahhh…it’s really nice.”
Of course I would. Like some kind of weirdo monster.
But he was too far gone to let self-deprecating thoughts distract him now. He pressed back against Wade, grinding his feet into the pavement and clutching Wade’s forearm tightly.
Wade brought his lips to Spidey’s ear and whispered, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Maybe.
. . .
Spidey lay asleep in Wade’s arms. After he’d satiated himself he’d passed out without a word. His skin had cleared to a more human hue in his sleep. Wade watched him, and watched the burns heal themselves slowly. It wasn’t as fast as Wade’s own healing, but if you watched, for a while, you could see the little fibers growing and connecting, the fresh skin pushing scabs and grit out.
Wade wasn’t tired, his own healing factor took a lot less work. But the anesthetic from Spidey’s bite had left a warm feeling in him, pleasant and floaty, not drowsy. Always up to explore a new chemical experience, he bathed in it before his own healing factor kicked out the foreign substance.
Sirens and shouts from the firefighters working the burning rubble echoed down the block, but they were safely tucked behind a dumpster and no-one had noticed them yet. Wade could try to move Spidey, but he wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea, so he just held him and breathed him in. This was nice.
Finally, Spider-man stirred, and looked up at Wade. His eyes had cleared to a soft brown, with actual pupils and irises. His voice rasped. “Uh…thanks…for staying with me. I don’t remember falling asleep.”
Wade didn’t move but smiled. “You passed right out with your teeth still in me. I had to extract them.” He held up his arm, which was back to its normal whorl of scars. “But see? No harm done. And your little anesthetic trick…that was great, Webs.”
Peter felt suddenly, insanely embarrassed. He jumped up to his feet, grabbing the remains of his mask. “Well, ok, I’ll see you around I guess…”
Wade just looked up at him. “I sure hope so. Let me know next time you want to…grab a bite…”
Peter blushed and shot a web, and in a second, he was gone.