The moon hung low over the city, casting long shadows between the towering buildings. The air was thick with tension, a quiet moment before the storm broke.
James Potter, masked as Spider-Man, swung from rooftop to rooftop, his body moving fluidly through the air as he chased down the villain. His heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline surging through him as he closed in on the target. Tonight felt different—something heavy was hanging in the air, more than the usual pressure of a fight.
He landed on a rooftop, crouched low as he scanned the streets below, catching a glimpse of the masked criminal darting through the alleyway. Before he could react, another figure appeared—swift, agile, and dressed in the same familiar suit. Another Spider-Man, one that moved with the same ease and precision that James did, but… he was dressed in all black which was slightly different. His movements were smoother, calculated, as if he had been doing this for years.
James narrowed his eyes behind his mask, watching the stranger intercept the villain with practiced ease. His body tensed, unsure whether to be relieved or wary. He wasn’t used to running into others in this version of his world, especially not someone dressed exactly like him.
The fight between the villain and the other Spider-Man was quick and brutal, both moving with the speed only enhanced reflexes could allow. James took the opportunity to jump in, webbing the villain’s arm and yanking him back toward him. The criminal cursed, but James’s focus wasn’t on the man anymore. His eyes were on the other Spider-Man, whose mask was still firmly in place, concealing everything but his sharp, intense movements.
As they subdued the villain together, there was an odd tension between them—an unspoken understanding, maybe curiosity. The villain lay defeated, bound in webs, groaning from the alley floor. The city was safe again, but the two Spider-Men remained still, eyeing one another from across the alley, their chests rising and falling in sync with the post-fight adrenaline.
James couldn’t help himself. The words came out before he had time to think.
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
The other Spider-Man turned his head slightly, the white lenses of his mask narrowing as if assessing James for the first time. He stepped forward slowly, his movements deliberate, almost predatory.
“And you are?” The voice was smooth, deeper than James expected, with an air of cool confidence that sent a shiver down his spine. Even through the mask, there was something undeniably magnetic about him.
James reached up, fingers brushing the edge of his mask. His instincts screamed at him to be careful, but something about the night—the tension in the air, the quiet pull between them—made him ignore the warnings.
In one swift motion, he pulled his mask off, revealing his face to the stranger. His brown eyes glinted in the dim streetlight, his hair tousled from the fight. He stood tall, waiting, daring the other Spider-Man to do the same.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, almost teasingly, the other man reached up, tugging at the edges of his mask until it slid free. James’ breath caught in his throat as the mask fell away to reveal a sharp, aristocratic face with strikingly familiar features. The man’s black hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes, dark and intense, locked onto James’ with a hunger that wasn’t just about the fight.
Regulus Black.
James’ mind reeled. Of course it was him, the infamous bad boy of the university, always lurking in the shadows, always out of reach. The one person James had never been able to figure out, always keeping everyone at arm’s length. And now here he was, standing in front of him, breathing hard, looking every bit as dangerous and alluring as he did in the classroom.
“Regulus?” James’ voice was a whisper, but it was all he could manage.
Regulus’ lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, his eyes never leaving James’. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until their chests were nearly touching.
“You figured it out, huh?” Regulus’ voice was low, teasing, and it sent a jolt of heat through James’ body.
James swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as the tension between them thickened. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, but his body had other ideas. There was something primal, something dangerous in the air between them, and it was pulling him in, erasing all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen.
Regulus’ hand came up, brushing against James’ jaw, his touch light but deliberate. “You’ve been watching me all night,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “Why?”
James could barely breathe, his thoughts a jumbled mess of want and confusion. “Because…” He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. The truth was, he didn’t have a reason. He just couldn’t take his eyes off him.
Before he could say anything more, Regulus moved, faster than James could react, pinning him against the wall of the alleyway. The rough brick scraped against James’ back as Regulus pressed against him, their bodies flush against each other. The tension between them snapped, turning into something darker, more dangerous, as Regulus’ mouth hovered inches from James’.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Regulus whispered, his breath hot against James’ lips. “I already know what you want.”
James’ hands moved on their own, grabbing Regulus by the waist and pulling him closer. The heat of Regulus’ body against his own was intoxicating, and he could feel his control slipping, the lines between them blurring as the desire took over.
Regulus’ lips ghosted over James’, teasing him with the promise of a kiss before pulling back, his eyes dark with hunger. “Take off the suit,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
James’ breath hitched as Regulus’ command cut through the night air, his voice leaving no room for question. His body responded instinctively, fingers fumbling with the suit’s zipper, but his mind was still spinning. Regulus pressed closer, not giving him the space to think, and the feel of his solid body against James’ sent a jolt of electricity through his veins.
Regulus’ lips hovered close, brushing against James’ with the faintest hint of a kiss. His hand reached out, gripping the front of James’ suit to help him tug it down. “You’re taking too long,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent heat straight to James’ core. He was in control—completely—and James couldn’t do anything but follow his lead.
Once the top of James’ suit was peeled away, exposing his bare chest to the cool night air, Regulus’ eyes darkened with approval. His fingers traced the line of James’ collarbone, featherlight touches that barely grazed the skin but left a burning trail in their wake.
James could feel his pulse racing, his body already reacting to every little movement Regulus made. The sheer power Regulus held over him was intoxicating, overwhelming, and yet James found himself wanting more—needing more.
“You want this, don’t you?” Regulus’ voice was a purr, his lips ghosting over James’ ear as his hands moved lower, resting on the waistband of James’ suit. “I can feel it.” He pressed his hips forward, grinding against James with slow, deliberate pressure.
James bit back a groan, his head falling back against the rough brick wall. The friction of their suits rubbing together sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him, and he could feel his control slipping, his body betraying him as his hips bucked involuntarily toward Regulus.
“Please…” James’ voice was barely a whisper, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He hated how desperate he sounded, but the need coursing through him was too strong to hide.
Regulus smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Already begging, Potter?” he taunted, his hand slipping beneath James’s waistband to toy with the edge of his underwear. “We’ve barely even started.”
James’ breath hitched again, his body tensing under Regulus’ touch. He could feel the heat pooling low in his stomach, the ache growing stronger with every teasing movement. Regulus knew exactly what he was doing, pushing James to the edge without letting him tip over. It was maddening—and utterly exhilarating.
Regulus’ mouth finally found James’s, capturing his lips in a rough, demanding kiss. James melted into it, his hands grabbing at Regulus’ waist, desperate for more contact. Their mouths moved together in a fevered rhythm, tongues sliding against each other as the heat between them built. James’ head was spinning, his body alight with need as Regulus took control, dominating the kiss with a mixture of raw hunger and calculated precision.
As they kissed, Regulus’ hips pressed harder against James’, the friction between them driving James wild. His hands roamed over Regulus’ back, tugging at the fabric of his suit, desperate to feel more of him. But Regulus was in control, dictating the pace, and he wasn’t about to let James have everything he wanted—not yet.
Without breaking the kiss, Regulus reached down, grabbing James’s hand and guiding it to the bulge in his own suit. James’ breath hitched again, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the outline of Regulus’ hardness. Regulus let out a low moan, his head dropping to James’ shoulder as James’ hand moved against him, rubbing through the fabric with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fucking hell,” Regulus groaned, his hips bucking into James’ hand. “Don’t stop.”
James’ heart raced, his body buzzing with a heady mix of desire and power as he pleasured Regulus. The tables had turned, if only for a moment, and the sound of Regulus’ breathless moans sent a surge of confidence through him. He tightened his grip, his strokes becoming more focused as he worked Regulus through his suit, feeling the tension coiling in the other man’s body.
But Regulus wasn’t about to let James take over for long. With a low growl, he pulled back, grabbing both of James’ wrists and pinning them above his head against the brick wall. James’ eyes widened, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts as Regulus leaned in, their noses brushing.
“You don’t get to touch me like that,” Regulus murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Not unless I say so.”
James swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears. The commanding tone in Regulus’ voice sent a shiver down his spine, and he nodded weakly, his body trembling with need.
“Good.” Regulus’ lips ghosted over James’ once more before he dropped to his knees in one swift, graceful movement. James’s breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling as Regulus tugged his suit lower, exposing the hard length of him to the cool night air.
James’ chest heaved as he watched Regulus, his mind buzzing with anticipation. He wanted to say something—anything—but his voice seemed to have abandoned him. All he could do was watch as Regulus wrapped his hand around him, stroking with maddening slowness, a teasing smile playing at his lips.
“You’re so easy,” Regulus purred, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “I barely touched you, and you’re already falling apart.”
James groaned, his head falling back against the wall as Regulus’ hand continued its slow, torturous movements. He could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, but Regulus wasn’t about to let him have his release—not yet.
With a wicked grin, Regulus leaned in, his mouth hovering just above the tip of James’ cock. He blew a soft breath over the sensitive skin, watching with satisfaction as James’ body tensed, a low moan escaping his lips.
“You want this, don’t you?” Regulus teased, his lips brushing against the head in a featherlight kiss.
“Yes,” James gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, Regulus.”
Regulus’ tongue flicked over the tip of James’ cock, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through him. James groaned, his body straining against the wall, desperate for more. But Regulus wasn’t in any rush. He smirked up at James, watching him unravel, knowing exactly how much power he held over him.
With deliberate slowness, Regulus’ mouth enveloped James, his tongue swirling over every inch as he took him deeper. James’ knees buckled, his hands grasping for something to hold onto, but with his wrists still pinned by Regulus’ iron grip, all he could do was tremble and moan, completely at his mercy.
“Fuck,” James gasped, his body overwhelmed by the heat of Regulus’ mouth. He could feel himself nearing the edge, but the way Regulus moved was maddening, pulling back just when the pleasure became too much, keeping him suspended in a state of agonizing anticipation.
Regulus moved with a slow, deliberate pace, drawing out every moment, watching the frustration build in James’ eyes. He leaned in, pressing their bodies together, his breath hot against James’ neck as his hand slid lower, just grazing the waistband of his pants. James’ breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation, but Regulus wasn’t in any hurry. He was enjoying the way James squirmed beneath him, the way he struggled to maintain his composure as the heat between them continued to rise.
“You’re not used to this, are you?” Regulus murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of James’ ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Being the one who’s out of control.”
James clenched his jaw, trying to hold on to whatever remained of his composure, but the way Regulus’ hand moved over his skin—just light enough to tease but not enough to satisfy—was driving him wild. He could feel his control slipping with every passing second, and it was clear that Regulus knew exactly what he was doing.
Regulus’ fingers traced agonizingly slow patterns across James’ abdomen, just above the waistband of his pants, teasing him with the promise of more. James’ breathing grew heavier, his body instinctively arching toward Regulus’ touch, desperate for the contact he was being denied.
“Tell me,” Regulus said softly, his voice filled with a dark amusement. “What more do you want exactly, James?”
James’ throat tightened, his pride warring with his desire. He hated how much he wanted this—how much he wanted Regulus—but the longer he held back, the more unbearable the tension became. His entire body was on fire, every nerve alive with need, and Regulus seemed to revel in keeping him right on the edge.
“You know what I want,” James muttered, his voice low and strained. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, but the way Regulus was looking at him—those dark, knowing eyes—was almost enough to break him.
Regulus’ smirk deepened, his fingers sliding lower, finally brushing against the growing hardness beneath James’ pants. The contact was brief, just enough to make James gasp, but then Regulus pulled away again, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.
“Say it,” Regulus demanded, his voice quiet but firm. “I want to hear you say it.”
James groaned, his head falling back against the wall as he fought to keep control. He could feel Regulus’ body pressed against his, the heat between them palpable, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“Please,” James finally whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please, I need you, Regulus.”
Regulus’ smirk widened, clearly pleased with James’ admission. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against James’ as he murmured, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Without another word, Regulus’ hand slid into James’ pants again, wrapping around him with a firm, deliberate grip. James gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as the pleasure surged through him. Regulus stroked him slowly at first, setting a maddening pace that left James trembling and breathless.
James’ hands gripped the fabric of Regulus’ suit, his body leaning forward as he pressed into the touch, desperate for more. But even now, Regulus was holding back, teasing him with slow, measured movements that left him aching with need.
“Is this what you wanted?” Regulus asked, his voice low and teasing. “Or do you need more?”
James let out a shaky breath, his body trembling as Regulus continued to stroke him with that infuriatingly slow pace. “More,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “I need more.”
Regulus hummed, his lips curving into a pleased smile as he tightened his grip just enough to send a wave of pleasure through James’ body. But even then, he didn’t pick up the pace. He kept it slow, controlled, driving James to the brink but never quite giving him what he wanted.
James’ breath hitched, his chest heaving as he fought to keep himself from completely losing it. Regulus had him wrapped around his finger, and the knowledge of that—of how easily Regulus could break him—was almost too much to bear.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Regulus asked, his voice soft but filled with a quiet authority. “Do you think you deserve to finish, James?”
James bit his lip, his head swimming with need and frustration. He could barely think straight, could barely breathe with the way Regulus was driving him wild. “Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, Regulus, I can’t take it anymore.”
Regulus’ eyes darkened with satisfaction, his hand finally picking up the pace, stroking James with a firm, deliberate rhythm. James let out a ragged moan, his hips bucking forward as he chased the pleasure that Regulus was finally granting him.
“That’s it,” Regulus murmured, his lips brushing against James’ ear. “Let go of the power and control, James. Give in.”
And just like that, James’ control shattered. His body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as the overwhelming pleasure surged through him, finally reaching the breaking point. He came hard, his body trembling as Regulus’ hand continued to stroke him through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until James was left gasping for breath, completely spent.
Regulus smiled down at him, watching the way James’ body trembled in the aftermath, clearly satisfied with his work. “Good boy,” he whispered, his voice filled with dark amusement.
James could barely move, his body still reeling from the intensity of it all. But even in his dazed state, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something more—something deeper—beneath the surface. Something that he didn’t quite know how to put into words.
But for now, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way Regulus was looking at him, the way his touch had broken down every last wall he had, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in the best possible way.
James was still catching his breath, mind spinning from everything that had just happened. He had known of Regulus Black—how could he not? They were both Spider-Men, each patrolling their own corners of the city, their paths crossing every now and then. He’d seen glimpses of him before, masked and swift, always just out of reach, a rival from another universe. But he had never expected this—never thought the tension that simmered between them would erupt into something so intense, so raw. Now, as he looked at Regulus, mask discarded, body still humming from their encounter, he realized he didn’t really know him at all. But suddenly, James found himself wanting to know everything.
His voice was a little shaky as he broke the silence, heart still pounding from the weight of the moment. “Regulus,” James murmured, his gaze searching the other man’s face, “I… I want to see you again.” His fingers tightened slightly where they rested on Regulus’ arm, hesitant but resolute. “Or… maybe just your number? So we can… get to know each other.” The words felt almost foreign on his tongue, but after everything that had just happened, he couldn’t shake the thought of wanting more, of wanting him.
Regulus raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he studied James. The tension between them had always been palpable, but now it felt like a live wire, sparking in the aftermath of what they’d just done. He hadn’t expected to unmask himself tonight—or for James to be the one standing there when he did. But now that they were here, the offer felt… intriguing.
“You want to see me again?” Regulus teased, his voice smooth, though there was a glint of curiosity in his dark eyes. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to get attached, Potter.”
James flushed slightly but held his ground, meeting Regulus’ gaze with determination. “It’s not that. I just—” He hesitated, then shrugged. “I want to know the guy behind the mask.”
Regulus tilted his head, as if considering the weight of James’ words. After a moment, he pulled a sleek phone from his suit’s hidden pocket and tapped a few keys before tossing it to James. “Fine,” he said, a lazy grin on his face. “Put your number in first. Maybe we’ll see how things go.”
James caught the phone, relief and excitement mixing in his chest. “Deal,” he replied with a crooked smile, his fingers tapping away as he added his contact. When he handed it back, their fingers brushed, and for a second, James felt that same electric spark all over again.
“Don’t think this makes us friends, Potter,” Regulus added, though his tone was softer than before. “But… maybe it could be something.”