Kidnapped, or is he?
Something is off, he can feel it. Slowly coming back to the world, Peter opens his eyes. Total darkness. It takes some time for his eyes to adjust. He starts to make out shapes. Crates are stacked in the corners of the room he’s in the middle of. He sits on a chair that feels cold, his hands and feet are clad in chains. Carefully he gauges them. They look strong. He tries to break them. It hurts.
‘I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.’ A southern drawl comes from behind him.
Great. Tied up in a warehouse with a thug. Nothing he hasn’t done before. ‘You know you could’ve made this more original by tying me up in - I don’t know - a forest or something? Why does it always have to be a warehouse?’
‘Oh, original it will be, Mr. Parker.’
The man circles him, staying in the shadows. Something in his voice makes Peter’s skin crawl. ‘What do you mean?’ He didn’t want to ask, but the words just come out.
‘You’ll see, darlin’.’ Something in the way he moves and talks is familiar. Very familiar. Peter’s eyes widen. The man chuckles. ‘I see you’ve connected the dots, Mr. Parker. Took you long enough.’ He steps out of the shadows.
‘Ha- Harley?’ Peter is at loss for words. Why is Harley here? Chuckling like a b-villain in a bad superhero movie?
‘Yes, Harley. Stupid little Southern pushover. The kid no one really sees. The kid whose place you took.’ Harley slowly makes his way over to Peter.
‘What? What do you mean?’
‘You took my place at Stark’s. That intern position was mine.’
‘But-‘
‘You took what’s mine. And I don’t like people taking what’s mine.’ He’s dangerously close now. ‘So now I’m going to take something that’s yours.’ Peter feels his breath when he leans in even further. ‘And to prove I’m not as bad as you are, I’ll let you choose. I’ll take either your life or your virginity.’
‘Please, no. Not that. Anything but that.’ Peter’s eyes widen.
Harley swallows a grin.
‘Too much?’
‘Let’s just say you’d do great in a porn movie, Mr. Innocence.’ They chuckle and Harley leans in to kiss him. ‘Now stop messing up my scene.’
Peter nods. ‘Please, Harley. Anything but that.’
Harley whips out his half-hard dick and swipes it over Peter’s cheek, resting its tip on his lips. Peter opens them slightly and has to stop himself from licking it.
And then all goes to hell. The sound of repulsors whines through the window.
‘What the f-‘ Before Harley can finish his sentence, he’s being restrained and pushed on his knees. He feels his wrists being tie-wrapped. Looking back, he sees a very angry Natascha looking at him.
Peter can’t process what’s happening as gentle hands pry off his restraints and help him up. He’s pulled into a hug.
‘Kid, we’ve got you. You never need to feel bad about this.’
Peter wants to talk, but his words won’t form.
‘Oh, kid. I- I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. I’m so sorry he hurt you.’
‘Hurt me?’ He parrots dumbly
‘Shush, kiddo. He’ll never hurt you again.’
Shock wearing off, Peter’s finally able to answer. ‘Hurt me? Harley would never hurt me.’
‘Oh, underoos. I should’ve seen this. Even now you’re still protecting him.’
‘I’m not pro-‘
‘Kid, you’re showing all the signs of being in an unhealthy relationship. We’re gonna take care of this, okay? But first we’ll lock up Harley where he can’t hurt you anymore.’
‘He’s not-‘.
Tony ignores him and yells at Natascha to take away Harley.
‘Mr. Stark, please listen.’ Peter feels his anger bubble up.
‘One moment, kiddo. Yeah, take the jet, Tasha. Anything to get him out of my sight as quickly as possible.’ Natasha yanks Harley up.
Why isn’t anyone listening to him? Suddenly he feels like he’s about to explode. ‘STOP IT, NOW! ALL OF YOU!’ Peter yells. The room stills. All eyes turn to him. ‘I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but Harley and I have been together for half a year.’
He sees Tony nod and mutter ‘unhealthy relationship. I knew it.’
‘Not an unhealthy relationship at all. Harls and I… We like to… experiment.’ He feels mortified confessing. He looks at Harley for support, who watches him with a shit eating grin. ‘A little help, here?’
‘Nah, you’re doing fine, darling.’
‘Fucker. I’m not the one standing with his cock out of his pants and the worlds deadliest assassin behind me, am I?’
Harley barks out a laugh. ‘What my cute little boyfriend’ Peter shudders, he’s never called him that in public. But boy, does it feel good, ‘is trying to say is: we’re kinky fuckers and y’all walked in on a scene. One, which I might add, I spend hours on creating.’
The silence in the room deepens.
‘Oh…’ Tony recovers first.
‘Yeah, oh. Now if y’all kindly fuck off, I’m very specific about proper after-care.’
‘Ah. Good. Aftercare is important.’ Tony agrees absentmindedly, like he’s discussing a grocery list. He looks dazed, keeps shaking his head. ‘Yeah. I’ll just be… off then. Yeah.’
Peter groans and buries his head into his hands. He’ll never hear the end of this. Ever. When everyone has left, and it’s just Harley and him, Harley pets his hair.
‘Alright, darlin’?’ Harley gives him a tender kiss on his forehead. ‘It’ll pass, okay? And if Tony’s going to be a big shit about this, I’ve got enough leverage on him to make him stop.’
Peter smiles softly. ‘Thanks, Harls.’
Harley wraps his arms around Peter and draws him closer. ‘Anything for you, doll.’
They stand like that for what feels like ages. Peter feels loved and content. And -fucking hell, there must be something wrong with him- still aroused. He looks innocently at Harley. ‘Hey, Harls?’
‘Hmm?’
‘I choose you taking my virginity.’
Harley looks puzzled for a moment. ‘Darlin’, ain’t nothing virgin about that ass of you- oh!’ His gaze shifts and turns heated within seconds, Peter feels Harley’s dick swell in sync with his own.
‘Oh no! Please!’ He leans in and whispers: ‘it’s a good thing Tony cut away those restraints. Now you’ll have to catch me first.’ He grins as he pushes Harley off him and darts off. One last look at Harley’s feral gaze sends shivers down his spine. He can’t wait to get fucked by his kinky boyfriend, so he’s not going to make the catching very hard. It’ll be a good night.