Chapter Text
I just want to feel good
I just want to feel (I just want to feel good)
Can you teach me how to feel good?
I just want to feel good
Feel Good
Bo Burnham
Moon Knight sighed at the beeping, pressing on his ear piece to pick up the call. "What's up?" He asked, looking through the window for any signs of the vampire cult from a few nights ago.
"Working, Moony?" Wade said with a clear amused smile. "God, it seems like every night you work? You gotta have some R & R, I'll bring my Switch over one day and we can play Animal Crossing!" Wade was standing before Reese as she was on her phone reading something, which the merc could only assume porn cause what do people read on their phone if not that?
She looked at him, feeling his stare and gave him a friendly smile. Reese just really wanted Marc to come back to the Midnight Mission so he can hang out with his friend and she can go home. She got into a new video game and really wants to play it. Calling out would not make sense, she’s a vampire how can she call out sick? But with Deadpool around, maybe Marc would be ready to come home. She didn’t know too much about the man in red and black but from what she read online and saw on TV, he was a wild card. But Reese felt like her boss needed something in his life that wasn’t all doom and gloom, the guy was seriously messing with the vibes in a good way. There’s a thin line from being a brooding super hero to a depressed thirty something year old and Marc was really crossing the line to depressed. Therapy seemed to not be working in his favor. But the goofiness of the other hero seemed to lighten the mood.
"Unfortunately there is no rest for the wicked." Moon Knight answered as he tried the window, frowning at the lack of give from the tight lock. "If I have to take the fight to Dracula, I'm gonna be pissed." He joked as. he dropped to the ground to look for a door.
"I'm guessing you're gonna be out for a while?" Wade asked, disappointment hung in the air as the other hero hummed in acknowledgment. "Guess I'll drink the coffee then.” He waved goodbye to Reese and she gave him a nod with a frown as he walked out of the building with his shoulders dropping. Come on dude, you cannot expect anything. Stop acting hurt over nothing! “You know if you tell me where you are, I can come help.” Wade smiled, trying to force his mood for the better. It came with ease of practice over the years. “I also know where Dracula lives, we can TP his castle!”
"You really want a teamup, huh?" Moon Knight opened the door, feeling the room's temperature shift from the pleasant night spring weather to cold. Ugh, great. "How do you fare with ghosts? Cause I fucking hate them."
"Ghosts are rough."
"They're such weirdos." He started, keeping an eye out for any moment. "They stare."
"I rather have them stare than Ben Franklin being a perv, the things I saw him do really opens your eyes to history." Wade chuckled as he thought back to his haunted apartment.
Moon knight froze in confusion. "What?"
"What?"
Marc shook his head with a chuckle. "Is coffee the only reason you called?"
"Well…" Wade hated how much he liked hearing Marc chuckle as he cleared his own throat, come on DP! Stop acting like a pre-teen stalking her love interest during gym time and getting your panties in a twist at those short shorts. Oh no... Moon Knight in short shorts and his mask. AND A GARTER BELTS?! Why!? GOD! WHY!? "About the other night…" He added shyly, trailing his words off, feeling uncomfortable with the image he conjured up. HOLD ON?! MEEE!?!? Don’t let the writer fool you guys! He’s the one that started this! He came back to add the garter belts!
Marc sat behind some crates, frown taking over his face. "Go on."
"It was fun," He said as if treading deep waters, as his voice cracked just a tad at the end, carefully thinking his next words. "I was wondering if you… If you’re busy, you know, fighting vampires and ghosts? You fight werewolves also? Anyways, maybe later I can tak-"
Marc's heart dropped to his stomach, feeling the panic take over. Sex was probably a mistake, drunken sex was diffently a mistake even though it was fun like Wade mentioned. "Look, Wade," He sighed as he interrupted the other before he could finish his ranting sentence. "I'm not interested in dating anyone. I'm not in a good place right now."
"Oh." Wade frowned. Who am I kidding, we literally started hanging out and a one night stand was all that was. Goddamn it, I knew this was a bad idea. Alcohol is horrible.
Marc frowned. Fuck, he sounds upset. I can't do this shit right now. "I had fun, a lot of fun." He added swiftly. "And… If you want-" He glanced over the crates to make sure no one was around, it was all clear. "We can have fun again."
" Oh? " Wade said, sounding less disappointed and more interested. "I can do that. I mean that what I was aiming for, I don't expect anyone to want to date me. Plus this is way more fun and less awkward dating to get to know you! Barely know each other now anyways." He let out a nervous laugh, “Other than you're, like, almost eight inches long?" Marc facepalmed, blushing at the statement. "My ex-wife was a monster queen and she left my ass for a nerd. Dating seems like a waste of time. Too old for that shit." Wade let out another laugh, it sounded a bit weird to Marc but he concluded he doesn't know the other mercenary well enough to read into it.
"I like hanging out with you, Wade." Marc said with a smile. "Dating is just something I can’t do right now…”
“Gotcha." He added fast. "Seriously, makes total sense.” Wade nodded, throwing the coffee out as he walked past a bin. Fuck, this is awkward. Why do I make shit awkward?
“We can still do stuff though, if you’re into that?” Marc added carefully.
Wade froze with a blink. “You wanna be fuckbuddies?”
“If you want.”
Wade hummed in thought. Well, I have done that in the past. I can totally keep it up and keep the feelings away. Just a stupid crush cause someone gave me the time of day since I’m a lonely fucker. “Is this some kind of bi awakening for you? Moony, baby, you gotta find yourself a hot guy cause, bruh, I know you were drunk but I am not hot.”
“You really think I would have cum down your throat if I didn’t think you were a little hot?” Marc chuckled. There was rustling nearby and Marc stopped short in his laugh, looking over the crate again seeing a few people walk around. “I gotta go. If you want, we can hang out later, talk about the arrangement, I should be ready around three in the morning if that’s not too late.”
“Oh? Alrighty, Moony, I’ll stop by.”
Moon Knight hung up to go fight some vampires while Wade stared at his phone with a smile.
Wade found himself back at the Midnight Mission with his Hello Kitty backpack, doors were locked and the lights were off. He frowned, wondering if Marc forgot about him as he sent a text saying he brought his Switch. He gets a text telling him to go to the back and go through that door. He does, keeping in mind for next time as he walks up the stairs and sees Marc leaning on the doorframe wearing white cotton sleep pants that rested low on his hips and his mask. No shirt… Wade swallowed thickly as he took in the tan skin with bruises and scars littering his body, down to his abs, and the cut V shape- Oh lord.
"So, R & R?" Marc said, moving out of the way for the other to enter the apartment straight into the living room. "You want to play video games," He moved to the couch and spread his legs wide towards Wade, "Or something else?" Even with the mask it was clear that Marc was grinning.
"We should probably talk about the arrangement?" Wade said thickly, cursing himself mentally that he has to be the responsible one right now. Not fun, fuck me side way! God, why is this so fucking hot?
Marc motioned for him to sit next to him, which Wade did but kept a slight distance to mostly not distract himself too much. The man in white sighed and turned to face him. "I have never done this before…" He confessed, shoulders slumped as he sighed.
"I have some idea, not that it worked out in the past but I know what we should do." Wade said, leaning back to get more comfortable on the couch. "We should set up some boundaries, like things you're not okay with. Sexually. Or just boundaries in general. Gonna be honest, I don't really have too many hard limits. I heal from everything so everything is generally okay so if you want to experiment, I'm down. Just like shit and piss stuff is gross, die enough times and it loses its appeal, ya know? I can do with some blood play but if you end up killing me, just… Stay with me till I wake up." He shrugged with a frown.
Marc grimaced in thought. "I wouldn’t want to try any of that… Maybe we should set up safe words?"
Wade grinned, "Hell yeah! Mine is gonna be Deathstroke!” He hummed in thought for a moment, then jumped slightly in his seat. “Wait no! What if we decide to roleplay DC stuff, shit! I can’t control my mouth sometimes so maybe a safe word isn’t the best… Oh! I know! We can do the traffic light system! That is pretty good! Though that would limit us to not roleplaying as Daredev-“
“I’m not going to want to roleplay as people we work with.” Marc interrupted, “I’m fine with the color system.”
“Fine, I will not bring over my Spider-Man cosplay…” Wade pouted, “But we cannot rule out roleplaying completely!"
"Okay…” He chuckled. “I’m going to keep my mask on. You can take yours off but I just… I don’t… I would like to keep mine on.” Marc settles on, not wanting to get personal with the fact he just cannot stand to see himself.
“Mask kink, I likely.” Wade chuckled, Marc rolled his eyes at that. “Okay, I guess we can just bring up something and see if we’re okay with then and just fuck?”
The other let out a chuckle, “That seems like a good idea.”
“Sounds good to me,” Marc moved over and then eased into Wade's lap, pulling his mask up and over his nose and pressed his lips against the red mask with a hum. It felt weird, he wasn't even sure why he did it but Wade joking about a mask kink made him want to try it and the way the other buckled up made him wonder just slightly if Wade was the one with the kink. It didn't matter though as Wade gripped his ass and grind up, they both moaned at the sensation. "You know what idea sounds even better?"
"Animal Crossing?" Wade whispered, moving his mask over his nose before placing his hand back on Marc.
Marc froze, blinking down as Wade smiled at him, and then let out a laugh. “Video games?” He pulled back slightly, resting his hands on Wade’s pecs.
Wade’s hands squeezed again as he leaned up, closing the distance between them. “You play video games and I suck you off? You’re the one that can’t relax.”
“I can relax.” Marc frowned, wrapping his arms around the other. “Sex is relaxing.” Then he grinded his hips downwards, “And more fun.”
He let out a whimper, flexing his fingers before moving them up to Marc’s hips to hold him still. “I wouldn’t say sex is relaxing when you’re fucking my face… Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“It sounds like you want me to play Animal Crossing more than with you.”
“It’s my ploy to get you to clean my island while I service you.” Wade winked, pushing Marc onto the couch with him on top.
Wade set up his Switch on Marc’s TV while he made a rum and coke for himself since the scarred up man declined, then showed him the basics to clean up the island, do the daily chores, and how to fish and grab bugs that he has neglected to do for a year since it lost his attention after 500 hours. He settled between Marc’s legs, pillow below him, and just watched the other play and drank for a bit just to see if he got a handle on playing the simple game and getting comfortable himself as he removed his leather gloves, tossed his belt nearby to the right, and removed his jacket to expose a black undershirt. Licking his lips, he turned around and looked up at the other as he pulled at the waist band of the white sleeping pants. Marc jumped as he finished his drink, forgetting what the original plan was as Wade pulled and removed his pants, spreading his legs to get between them again. Marc looked down and saw Wade winked even though his mask was still on.
Marc’s cock was barely interested in what was happening, which Wade was fine with since having a growing dick in his hands or mouth was a more exciting venture. Fingers lightly teased the side of the soft dick, feather-like brushes from the tip to the base, circling from one side to the other as he watched it twitch with interest. Wade would pause every so often to look up at Marc to make sure he was focusing on the game more than him, watching his face flush slightly under the white mask as he chewed on his bottom lip, and then went back to the soft teasing. Marc was mostly silent, other than the occasional huff and a whisper of a whimper when Wade’s fingers would circle the tip, watching the pre-cum seep out as he swiped his finger across the leaking hole and spread it around. It was a bit too intimate but the way it felt was too good to ask Wade to stop and just get on with it. So, he allowed himself this. He just wanted to feel something that wasn’t the consent reminder of his life is shit and a complete mess. Wade was making all the buzzing thoughts fly away with every soft touch.
Wade hummed, starting to get bored with the teasing and glanced up to make sure Marc was focusing on the game, and then leaned in closer to lick. Marc jumped again, earning a chuckle from Wade as he took the tip into his mouth as his hands stroked the rest. Swirling his tongue around the crown, he hummed and sucked while enjoying the feel of the twitching cock in his mouth. The other’s hips moved, trying to fuck into Wade’s mouth to get more of the wet warmth over him but Wade pulled off.
Marc let out a disappointed whine, looking down at him. “ Come on .” He didn’t notice he was begging, watching Wade press his tongue flat over the head as he licked.
Wade chuckled again, shaking his head. “I’m trying to make you feel relaxed , baby.”
“Cumming will help me relax.” He added annoyed but groaned as Wade’s hand closed over the end and twisted, his annoyance dissolving for a moment as he let out a moaned curse.
“Too much teasing?” Wade smirked, still twisting and keeping focus on the tip. “What I really want to try is more fun and it involves ropes. You did mention you like shibari.”
“I was just jo-“ A loud moan left his lips as his hips buckled into the warm mouth. “Fuck, Wade!” Marc tried to close his legs around the other as he felt the vibration from Wade’s chuckling, feeling his hands move down to caress his sac. Marc grunted, trying to buckle his hips up again but Wade pulled his mouth off completely again with a gasp. “ Wade. ” He warned, glaring down at the smirking man.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. ” Wade huffed with that damned smirk growing, pressing his fingers down perineum as Marc tensed up and raised his hips just a bit more for Wade’s fingers to trail down. Wade hummed, keeping that thought locked away for now as he stood up to undo his leather pants. “I love sucking you off but I wanna try something else .”
Marc tossed the joycons to the side without care, not even realising he has been holding onto them like his life depended on it, watching Wade toss his pants behind the couch. His eyes locked onto the pink boxer briefs with unicorns and rainbows with a very noticeable bulge and a large wet spot. Wade bent over to grab his belt, opening one of the many pockets pulling out a small bottle. “Do you just carry lube with you?” Marc asked, his cock twitched at the thought of the other man bringing this just for him. It was a little silly to think that but it oddly warmed him to be thought of.
Wade flashed a tooth grin, pulling his boxers off and tossing them towards his pants. His dick looked just as painfully hard as Marc’s despite Wade not touching himself. “You never know,” He snapped the cap open and squirted some of the lube into his hands as the scent of apples took over the air around them. “When you need to wait for your legs to grow back and you need to wait a few hours on a random rooftop.” Marc rolled his eyes, but eyes snapping downwards as the other hissed as he stroked himself. “Or when your new friend wants to fuck around.” He added, tightening his grip at the base as he watched Marc unconsciously spread his legs even wider. “Lay back, baby.” Wade purred.
If Marc moved too fast, neither of them acknowledged it as he moved to lay on the couch, legs widening once again as he watched Wade with anxiety building up as the other moved between his legs while wet hands grabbed under his knees to pull him closer with a possessive growl, setting the mood to be completely different from the other night before. It was exciting to let someone else take control, setting the pace, and being on top of him.
Eyes widened behind the white mask as he gasped, feeling Wade’s thick cock poke at his own hardness and watched him squirt more lube directly on them. He sighed at the cool liquid dripping down, the scarred man rolled his hips against his. Marc grabbed at the black shirt and yanked Wade down to capture his lips into a closed mouth searing hot kiss. Wade was more than happy to oblige, rocking his hips against the other below him as he snaked a hand between them to grab both their erections. He devoured the low moan that left the other, grinning as Marc moved his grip to the sides of his face, finger tips teasing under the red mask, kissing him like his life depended on it. Wade grunted, pulling back just enough to gasp, but Marc pulled him back in and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Dominating the kiss, Marc explored his mouth and tongue as both muscles slipped against each other. Wade was pretty sure he never kissed anymore like this before, so raw and tense, as if the other man was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t piece it together as they moaned into each others’ mouth.
Wade tightened his hold, fucking into his hand and against Marc’s hot pulsating hardness, trying to imitate the same emotions from the heavy and desperate kissing. Wade didn’t think the other would last long from all the teasing before. He pulled back with gasp, earning another whimper from below. Licking his lips, Wade took in the view. Marc’s face and neck as red as he panted in a lust filled haze, he turned his face away, covering his eyes with his arm to avoid the gaze from Wade’s white masked eyes, but Wade moved his eyes downwards to his heaving chest that was slightly flushed compared to the sight above. Wade jerked his hips against him again, watching Marc’s abs tighten, his hand twisted upwards to both leaking tips as he then let go, lazily moving his cock against the other to cool Marc off a bit just so they could last longer.
“You know,” Wade croaked out, voice thick as he cleared his throat before starting up again. “You look really good under me.” He wrapped his hand around just his own length, the back of his knuckles pressed against Marc’s but he only focused on himself for now. His other hand stroked Marc’s stomach, feeling the muscle tense up as it trailed downwards, fingers dipped into the pool pre-cum on Marc from the steady flow, grinning as a hitched moan got stuck in Marc’s throat. “The sounds you make? Fuck, I could listen to them all day long.” He muttered, circling his finger around to spread the wetness up towards his navel. “It makes me wonder about the sounds you would make when I fuck you.” Marc shuddered, removing his arm from his eyes to look up at Wade.
“ Please. ” Marc breathed out, grabbing Wade’s shirt again to pull him back in, wrapping his legs around him finally to keep him close.
“Hold on, baby.” Wade grunted, feeling the build up of pleasure with one last stroke and removed his hand to grab the couch. Marc repeated the please again, sounding even more desperate. “I got you.” Grinding his hips against him, Wade snapped his hips roughly, leaning down to flick his tongue against the flushed neck. “No more teasing.” He promised with a mutter against his skin, taking Marc’s hand into his own and wrapped his hand around them.
Taking the hint, Marc jerked them off in a fast pace, needing to cum. He became hyper aware of Wade’s panting against his neck, the warmth of the other man’s body, the wet sounds from them as he felt them both leak all over himself, the twitching of his own cock trapped under Wade’s pulsing one, and the sharp sound their skin slapping against each other. He never been fucked before and the thought of Wade possibly doing that to him in the future made him groan and buckle upwards. He imagined the thick, scarred up cock inside him as he cliched at nothing but the idea. Wondering what Wade was doing now, fucking into his hand rough and hard, would feel just as good or better. Marc let out a cry as he came, squirting between them in thick ropes, his hand stilled for a moment as his mind blanked out. Wade wrapped his around Marc’s, closing his hand to grip again and jerk them off. He let out a whine, as his hands slipped over them, feeling sensitive from being forced to milk himself and stroke Wade to release. He felt tears fall from his eyes, getting soaked into his mask from the overstimulation. He let out another cry, as he writhed under the other, wanting to get away from the pleasure that was slowly turning to be too much.
Wade grunted, cursing against his neck before biting down hard and groaning as he came. He let go of Marc’s hand, grinding his hardness against Marc’s softening cock. He pressed his forehead against Marc’s shoulder, looking between them to see the white mess of cum between them. He huffed with a smile, trying to move to not squash the other but failed with his body trembling. Wade gave up as he relaxed, not caring for the sticky mess between them as he snuggled against him.
They both kept panting for a while, waiting for their heart rate to drop.
Marc licked his lips, realising his arms were wrapped around the other, he smiled feeling content but then frowned. “We should clean up.”
“Five more minutes.” Wade muttered, rubbing his face against Marc’s chest, moving his hips slightly which earned him a weak wack at the back of his head.
Marc didn’t think he had five more minutes as he felt the drying cum cool all over him. “If we clean up now, you can cuddle in bed with me.” He offered.
Wade hummed, “You drive a hard bargain.” He groaned as he lifted himself up, sitting between Marc’s tired legs, before moving to stand up as his joints cracked. “Fuck, I’m getting old.” He stretched, wincing at the gross feeling of needing to clean up now that he was up.
Marc also groaned with his eyes shut as he sat up, “Don’t you have super healing? How are you in pain?” He asked, blinking his eyes open and looking at Wade’s hand to help him up. He smiled, taking the hand as he pulled up and close to the other. He led them to the bathroom, not letting go of the other’s hand.
“I’m always in pain. Growing pains, old age pains, cancer pains... You name it, I got it.” Wade shrugged.
Marc opened the bathroom door, frowning at the words as he turned on the light. “I didn’t know you had… Have…?” He stopped himself from continuing, letting go of Wade’s hand to grab the hand towel and soak it in warm water.
“You worked with the Avengers and they never mentioned how I got my powers and why?” Wade blinked, watching Marc clean himself up in the mirror as he leaned against the wall behind him with his arms crossed. “Not really surprising, I just figured they would tell you why I am a sexy zombie.” He joked with a sad smile.
Marc glanced up, eyes locking with Wade’s in the mirror as he rinsed the towel off and handed it to him. He opened the medicine cabinet, ignoring his meds as he grabbed the mouth wash. He shrugged.
“Meh, we can circle back to the origin storylines another day.” He wiped himself down as Marc spit, watching Marc’s hands go to his mask but paused. Wade glanced away, looking down at himself to continue cleaning up and then looked back up at Marc’s still masked face. Wade pulled his mask off with a grin and sparkling deep blue eyes, handing the towel back to Marc who didn’t react to his face as he tossed it into the bathtub. “But the more important questions are at hand.” He took the mouth wash from Marc, watching the other turn away to pull his mask off and run his fingers through brown shaggy hair that looked soft even though slightly matted and sweaty from wearing the mask all day.
“Oh?” Marc asked, placing the mask back on but still leaving his nose and mouth exposed as he turned to the other.
“Are you a pancakes kind of guy?”
Marc chuckled, a soft smile taking over his face and Wade broke out into a huge grin, he shook his head as he pushed Wade out of the bathroom. “I’m not peeing with you in the bathroom.”
“I literally just suck your dick.” Wade pointed out.
Marc rolled his eyes so hard as he closed the door. “To answer your question, I do like pancakes.”
“I knew there was a reason why we are friends.” Wade’s voice was muffled by the closed door. He listened to a soft chuckle that caused him to still smile, feeling an odd tinge in his chest. “If you have any pancake mix, I can make some in the morning.” He offered.
Marc opened the door with a frown. “I don’t cook much, so there’s barely anything in the kitchen.” Moving towards his bed as he stretched with a groan.
“Ah, doordash some pancakes then.” Wade nodded, tossing his mask towards the couch, not watching where it landed, as Marc dropped himself into his bed and made room for Wade. “How do you feel about morning sex?” He asked, wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows.
“Sounds fun.” Marc yawned, snuggling into his bed as he faced Wade as he did the same. “Slumberparty and sex, teenage me would be jealous.”