Fic: Victory At Last

[melworks]

Fandom: Marvel Comics
Rating: Adult
Archive: Sure, just give credit where it's due.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and aren't making any money off them.
Notes: Ever wonder what Norman Osbore would do if he had Spiderman in his clutches???

VICTORY AT LAST
“Admit it, Spiderman. You knew you would end up in this position.”
Norman Osborne towers over his captive, one hand sliding over his bare abdomen. In his other hand, Osborne holds the trigger for the monowire collar strapped around Spiderman’s neck. All Osborne has to do is press a button and the collar will contract, the monowire will slice through flesh and bone and Spiderman will be very dead.
In the back of his head, Spiderman wonders if death might be better than what’s before him. Osborne’s cock is fairly average. It rises from a thicket of rust-colored curls, and drifts to the right. His balls are drawn up close to his body.
Obviously, thinks Spiderman, Norman’s sex life hasn’t been hurt by becoming head of HAMMER.
With his free hand, Norman reaches for his cock. His fingers slide over the ruddy flesh and Spiderman watches as a single bead of milky precum appears on the head. With his thumb, Osborne spreads the precum over his cockhead.
“What?” Osborne smiles down at the kneeling hero. “No witty banter, wallcrawler? No zippy repartee?”
He moves his hand away from his cock, lifts it up, takes the slick thumb in his mouth. Spiderman watches Osborne slip the thumb in his mouth, clean it. It’s one of the creepiest and most seductive things that Spiderman has ever seen.
Beneath the cowl, Peter Parker swallows. He can feel the heat rising in his face, knows that if Osborne takes off the mask, he’ll be beet red.
“This is your life now,” says Osborne, wrapping his fingers around his aching cock. He flicks it, precum sliding over his fingers.
“This is your God.”
He pushes his hips forward, pressing himself against Spiderman’s masked face. The fluid pouring from his erection stains the fabric of Spiderman’s mask. Despite himself, Spiderman flinches away.
Osborne’s hand descends on Spiderman’s head, holding it in place. “Life the mask,” he growls.
Spiderman hesitates. Osborne chuckles. His grip on Spiderman’s head tightens. Despite the veneer of civility, despite his thousand dollar suits and media spin, Norman Osborne is no ordinary man. He’s fiendishly strong.
“Not all the way,” croons Osborne. “I don’t care about your real identity, Spider. I just want your mouth.”
With trembling hands, Spiderman pushes up his mask, exposing the lower half of his face. Norman’s hand leaves his head, slides down Spiderman’s cheek to trace his jaw line. Calloused fingers brush Spiderman’s lips.
“Such a mouth,” murmurs Norman. “Lips like pillows.” His grip slips to the back of Spiderman’s head, draws it forward.
“Suck me,” hisses Osborne.
It’s a turn on for Osborne, to see the wallcrawler hesitate. To watch those pretty, plump limps part with uncertainty. In the back of Osborne’s head, the Goblin is quiet for the first time in weeks, waiting and watching.
“I’ve never done this before,” says Spiderman.
Osborne’s smile is glacial. “That’s all right, Spider. I can make allowances.”
“I. . . .”
“Suck me,” repeats Osborne. “Now. Or I’ll go walking through Manhattan and grab the first little boy with a Spiderman T-shirt and use him in your place.”
Beneath the mask, Peter Parker’s eyes well with tears. He lowers his head and leans forward. Above him, Norman Osborne sighs as his manhood is enveloped in wet warmth. His hand moves to Spiderman’s head again, gently this time, almost paternally. Clumsily, Spiderman sucks him and Norman Osborne smiles, contentedly. Whatever happens after this moment doesn’t matter. As far as Norman Osborne is concerned, he’s won.

Comments

[nightwing-subs.livejournal.com]

Fiendish, awesome, and hot. :)

[melworks.livejournal.com]

Thanks! ;)