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Spider-Man and Deadpool were almost done patrolling through the city. They've been on the move for hours now, swinging from place to place where someone new needs help. Spider-Man with the intention to save as many people as possible and Deadpool with the intention to impress Spider-Man as much as possible, which probably wasn't very effective paired with all the comments about his ass that Deadpool made. Can't blame a man for pointing out perfection.
Now they were just about to call it quits and go their seperate ways when suddenly a villain attacks innocents on the Times Square. So they rush to where the screams came from as fast as possible. Guess their break has to wait.
The fight takes forever, even together because it turns out that the villain could clone themselves. Once they took out a clone the next one shows up and replaced them. Every. Single. Time.
Peter shoots web after web at the clones to stop them but more waves of enemies just keep swarming them until his web fluid is completly used up. Oh how fantastic.
"Great timing.." He mutters to himself before hitting a clone straight in the face with his elbow. Time to get physical, just like Deadpool. Maximum effort as he would say. The merc has been able to defend himself aswell so far. He's holding up strong actually even without using his rather very deadly weapons. They have no idea how human their enemies are.
But more and more clones appear and end up cornering the two heros, as if they were a mob of braindead zombies.
"Any bright ideas in that smart brain of yours, Webs?"
"Can't you have any ideas for once, 'Pool?"
"I can shoot them!"
"No! No shooting people!-" Suddenly Peter notices something in the corner of his eyes. He looks towards it and sees the villain standing on top of a billboard, far away from them. The original. Of course they're not in the mob, they're just controlling it.
The heros take more steps back while the clone-zombies approach them. The one on the billboard has...something. Peter can't really regognize what it is but the clones don't have it. One thing he can see is that it's blue.
"Shoot the blue thing on them up there!" He points towards it and Deadpool doesn't hesitate for a second. His aim is precise and just like every other time he shoots something, he doesn't miss. It all happens so fast that the villain couldn't even react until the force of the shot knocks them over, making them fall down on the rooftop behind the billboard.
From one moment to the other all the clones begin melting and turned into sad little water puddles on the floor before they could reach their targets. Peter has never seen something like this before.
"Strike!" Deadpool shouts and Spider-Man claps for him. Peter doesn't wish any of his enemies that they become a target of the mercenery. His skills are really impressive and even more lethal. But he promised Peter he will be better so maybe the omega doesn't have to worry about that.
Anyways, they still need to catch the villain. They run across Times Square towards the building the villain passed out on and climb up the fire escape. This would be over so much faster if Spider-Man had any webs left but it is what it is. After some minutes they make it to the top. Finally.
The villain is completly knocked out but at least not bleeding. That must have been a hard hit. Honestly it's deserved but Peter doesn't say it out loud. But Deadpool does.
"Hah! Deserved for all the bullshit you put us through!"
"Come on, let's tie them up before they try this again."
"Ohh, kinky. Didn't know you were a freak like that, Spidey. I'd let you tie me up.."
"If you try to grab my ass again, I will."
"Is that a promise?"
Peter can't help but sigh. "Come on, let's just finish this quickly. I'm so tired of this for today."
"Aye, aye captain!" Deadpool takes out a long rope from one of his pouches and ties the villains arms and legs together. A nice present for the police.
Meanwhile Spider-Man checks out the blue thing the villain had. He picks it up, looks closely at it. It looks similar to a gun but that's all he can say about it now...
"Finally this shit is over. I mean, I love spending time with you Webs but this was too much evil villain action. Can't these guys just take a break or something.." Deadpool keeps rambling on in the backround but the omega is much more focused on the blue thing.
Hmmmm, how does this even work? It's broken right now, thanks to the bullet stuck inside of it. Maybe he can repair it once the police are done using it for investigations. The technology inside of it looks very tricky, seems like a good challenge.
"And I'm super hungry now, I swear I could eat a whole fucking hourse. I wonder how hourse meat tastes like. Honestly, if I had the chance to eat some I totally would, you know what I mean dude?"
"Mhmm."
"Honestly, there's so much stuff out there I wanna eat, your ass included but you know that already. Anyways, I think about getting some waffels with bacon or something..."
Peter is barely listening. He keeps staring at the blue thing from every possible angle. Hmmm...
He can't wait to go home and get out of this suit. He feels he's suffocating in it at this point, why did he think making it so skin tight is a good idea? His skin needs air. Especially his neck, his scent patch is getting itchy. It's probably soaked in his scent now and pretty much useless. Great.
He sighs and slips a finger under his mask to let some air in and scratches his gland for a small moment. Then he retracts his hand again.
"Honestly waffels taste way better for dinner than on any other time of the da-"
Hmmm...maybe that thing can do- why is Deadpool suddenly quiet?
Peter turns around to check on him and is surprised to see the mercenery just standing there, staring at him with wide eyes, completly still. Strange.
"You okay there, Deadpool?"
The merc takes a deep breath but doesn't answer.
"... Deadpool?"
Peter approaches him, now very concerned. This never happened before. The omega tries to touch his shoulder but before he can do that, suddenly Deadpool grabs his wrist tightly and growls lowly. Peter jumps back in confusion, freeing himself from the strong hold.
"This is not fun-"
Then it hits him. The alphas scent reaches his nose and the smell is stronger than anything he every smelled before. Intense. Smokey leather, gun powder...and an obvious answer to Deadpools condition.
He's in a rut.
A deep, sudden rut.
How did this even happen? Maybe he can bring Deadpool to an emergency rut clinic. It's better than having him suffer through it alone.
The alpha growls again and breaks Peter out of his thoughts. And then without any warning Deadpool lunges towards the omega. Peter dodges but trips and falls on his back, dropping the villains broken weapon.
"Fuck- what the-"
"Omega."
Peters blood runs cold, his body feeling frozen on the spot, Spider Sense running wild while Deadpool slowly crawls towards him on all fours. Peter can feel his predatory stare through the mercs mask, how it's locked on him. And the omega realizes he needs to leave. Now. Or else he will end as the alphas prey.
He quickly jumps on his feet before Deadpool reaches him and runs across the roof. The mercenery growls again, stands up and runs after him. Shit. This roof is too small honestly.
So Peter jumps on the next rooftop and keeps running. Stupid web shooters! Why did this have to happen today! Shit! The feral mercenery successfully jumps after him and keeps up the chase. Great okay- just keep running.
Down in the streets the people are walking peacefully, completly clueless about their friendly neighbourhood Spider-Mans situation. He intends it stays this way. He needs to keep Deadpool away from other people, for their and the mercs safety.
The omega jumps on the next roof, the alpha following soon after. What is he supposed to do?
"Omega! Omega, stop running!"
Deadpool shouts atfter him. He was never supposed to know Peter is an omega in the first place. That's why he puts on patches. How did the merc figure that out? No, Peter needs to focus on running. Maybe he can tire out the alpha. Yes, there's no way he can keep up with Peter.
"Come on! Catch me if you can!"
Deadpool growls in response. The chase is officially on now. May the best win.
The next building is a bit taller than the one they're currently running on, perfect opportunity to force some space between them. Deadpool is too close to Peters liking. The omega jumps, hands catching onto the rooptops edge and pushes himself up until he's crouching on the edge.
"Up here!" He yells down before sprinting to the other side. It takes Deadpool longer to climb on the roof. When he finally stands on it Peter is already on the next building. "Over here! What are you waiting for?!" It spurs the alpha on. He keeps rushing after the omega.
"Omega!"
"You want me, come catch me!"
Just keep running. From roof to roof. Peter looks behind. The alpha is still desperately chasing after him-
"FUCK- OH!" He has to take a deep breath. He almost fell from the edge. Shit. He needs to look at what's in front of him. He has to recover from the shock but it doesn't last long because Deadpool is coming too close. Dangerously close. Great.
Just keep running. From roof to roof. Peter doesn't slow down, always sprinting as fast as he can. He's sweating a lot, it's making his suit stick to his skin in a very uncomfortable way. But he ignores the icky feeling. He has bigger problems.
"Omega! Gonna knot you, omega!"
That problem for example. Just fantastic.
"You- hah- You can try!"
How is the alpha not even a teeny tiny bit exhausted? They've been running for god knows how long now and Deadpool should have passed out from exhaustion long ago. Is his rut pushing him this far?
Meanwhile Peter can feel his legs starting to hurt. This is quite the workout even for him but he won't give up so easily. Even if his mouth feels dry and his breaths become shorter. He can do this.
Just keep running.
Just don't stop running.
But his feet start feeling heavier with every step, with every jump, with every landing. They even hurt slightly.
"Come...hah..Come on! C-Catch me!" He's panting. His throat hurts. And if that wasn't enough, suddenly his side also hurts. Shit. Come on, you can do this Peter.
Just keep running.
The omega doesn't even realize how much he slowed down. His body is getting tired of running away. He can do this. He can keep pushing.
Just keep running.
He coughs. Doesn't matter.
Just keep running.
"T-this way!"
Just keep run-
Suddenly he trips over his own fucking foot and falls onto the hard, cold rooftop. He tries to push his body up but he can't. It hurts. His legs hurt. His feet hurt. Everything hurts and aches.
So he just lays there.
"Omega."
He smells Deadpool before he hears him. Fuck his scent is so strong. Blocks his other senses for a few moments even. It calls out to him, to his omega side. After just a few whiffs of it he can feel his rapid pulse slowing down and his Spider Sense that has been relentlessly ringing in his ears quieting down.
That feels so much better. Lighter.
This urge to run away is slowly replaced by something else.
Meanwhile Deadpool stands in front of him and stares at him with hunger. Yes, probably hunger. He's starving. He crouches down, grabs Peters waist and pulls at the fabric until it rips. The omega whimpers when the cold air suddenly touches his sweaty, heated up skin. He can't even protest, he's already forming slick from anticipation.
Deadpool groans in approval at the sight. Guess he likes what he sees.
Then the omega can hear the sound of fabric tearing apart a second time but this time it's not his own suit. It's Deadpools. He looks back over his shoulder and...
Suddenly a big cock slides inside his pussy with a single thrust. Peter moans loud, it caught him completly off guard. And he doesn't have any time to adjust to the huge size of it because the alpha drapes his body over the omegas and starts thrusting in and out at a fast pace.
Not that Peter can complain. He gasps and moans, all previous thoughts leaving his head. Deadpools cock is so big and stretches the omegas cunt to its limit, the tip kissing his cervix over and over again.
"Omega..Omega! Breed omega!" Deadpool groans into his ear. Peter moans, feels a load of slick suddenly gushing out of his already dripping pussy.
The alphas body pushes him down and the thrust make him roughly scrape his own body across the hard floor, but the hero barely registers the pain. No, he only feels pleasure from being fucked so good. It's the best cock he ever had.
"...al-alpha.." He murmurs into his damp mask...stupid mask. Stupid, uncomfortable suit. Peter hooks his hand under his mask and pulls the sweat soaked piece of fabric from his body, revealing his head. The air feels so good-
Deadpool huffs against his neck, presses his own masked face against the omegas scent gland. He tries to lick it through the mask but his way is obviously blocked.
Taking the mask off would be risky. What if he bites down? Then they would be mated together and they don't even know their real identities! But Peter wants to feel the alphas tongue on his skin so badly...so he reaches behind and slowly pulls the mercs mask off, while the thrusts don't stop. They should never stop.
And then finally Deadpools head is free aswell and he buries his nose in Peters neck, tongue instantly licking over the skin. The omega moans. The alpha feels so warm, his skin is almost burning at this point.
"...alpha!"
Peter should be ashamed. Moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for an alpha but in this moment it just feels right. Maybe it's just all the alpha pheromones making him pliant and submissive or maybe it's the amazing cock that's currently filling his pussy over and over again.
Deadpools pace becomes even faster and rougher. The wet slapping noises are so loud and filthy, just like the noises coming from Peters mouth...hopefully no one spots them here...
"Omega.." The alpha groans. "..gonna breed omega...carry..my pups.."
"Yes! Hah...Please!"
"...my omega."
Peter never thought about any of this before. Being claimed and bred...he never had any particular desire for it. But now he wants nothing more in the entire world then get knocked up by Deadpool of all people.
"Please, alpha! Please! Breed me! Want your..your pups!" He resorts to begging, even though he knows he doesn't need to. He just wants to.
Deadpool grunts and kisses all over his neck again while his huge cock keeps sliding in and out the omegas tight, wet cunt. Peters thighs are drenched in his own slick at this point. So far nothing but air has touched his tiny cocklet but he doesn't mind at all, his breeding hole getting stretched so far feels so much better. Oh he wants it filled to the brim with fertile cum, until his womb is overflowing-
What's gotten into him?
"Fill me up, alpha! Fill me with your seed! Please! Please!" Peter must look like a complete mess. Hair ruined and sticking to his forehead, knees bruised, skin glistening from so much sweat and slick. The sun is already down, the wind is cold but their bodies are so warm, they don't even notice the temperatures around them. They only have eyes for eachother.
Deadpool speeds up one last time. How is that even possible? Who cares. He drills into Peters tight and very, very wet hole with his huge cock and laps at the omegas scent gland with his tongue until finally his knot begins to form.
It's slow. Peter can feel his hole stretching a little bit wider with every thrust. It makes him whine and whimper desperately. So close, they're so close. It keeps growing-
"Omega!" "Alpha!"
They both moan loud, Peter almost screams even, when the big knot fully breaches into the omegas cunt, locking them together. Peters orgasm hits him right away, his little cocklet squirting onto the rough floor under him.
And then finally, Deadpool grunts while his cock shoots load after load of fresh, warm cum straight into Peters womb. The omega sighs in relief, all tension leaving his body. He's never felt so at peace before. Finally...
That feeling doesn't last long because suddenly Deadpool groans in pain. The hero swiftly turns his head around as far as he can to check on his alpha and- He bit in his own arm.
"...huh?"
Only then does he finally take in Deadpools face. All covered in scars, not a single strand of hair on that bald head. But it doesn't look bad at all. He hopes Deadpool likes how Peter looks too.
Wait, but back to the actual important things right now: The merc bit his own hand.
"..are you okay?"
Suddenly Deadpool loosens his jaw and lets his arm pop free.
"Am I okay? Are you okay, Spidey?! Fuck- I'm so sorry, I swear! I don't know what came over me!"
Wait...is his rut over?
"...'s okay."
"No it's not okay! You didn't want this, Webs-"
"Peter."
"..what?"
"Peter. My name...is Peter. Parker. Peter Parker."
Deadpool stares at him, completly confused.
"..are you in shock?" The alpha asks after a few moments.
"I don't think so."
"Then why would you tell me your name?"
"Don't you wanna know the name of the omega that's gonna carry your pups?"
Peter can feel Deadpools cock twitch.
"Fuck- don't say that...no, but be honest...was this really..okay? If I hurt you I will never forgive myself, I'll do everything I can to make it up to you! I swear!"
"You scared me at first but...your cock was very convincing..This was the best sex I've ever had before."
"Oh...alright, Peter. Oh, I'm Wade Wilson by the way. Very lovely to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine...so, is your rut over now?"
"Nope, just quieted down for now because of the knot. I'll go back to being feral later."
"...you wouldn't mind having some company, would you Wade?"
"Pete, you don't have to do this.."
"I want to...and if I don't give birth to a whole litter of pups in nine months I'll make your life hell, Wilson. I swear, I will."
Wades dick twitches again.
"Fuck- you're so fucking hot, Peter."
They somehow manage to make it to Wades apartment without anyone seeing them. They spent the next few days fucking without end (in an actual bed), Wade shooting load after load into Peters cunt. And once his rut was over they thought they were finally free to try getting to know eachother properly...
Well, turns out Peter's been on this breeding trip because he was in pre-heat, which now developed into a full heat. So they had to fuck even more.
They both had the time of their lives.