Meet again
It was the Prowler Hobie.
Miles' body became rigid in an instant. He held Hobie 's arms loosely and intended to escape, but Hobie 's hands were firmly on him; eventually Miles could only put his hands on Hobie 's chest in a resistant position, trying to push back against the other side.
"You know that when you crying , you look like a baby deer Bambi. How do you like the nickname, suit you innit?" The prowler continued to ignore Miles' resistance, arms around Miles so that Spider-Man feet off the ground, and then a little forward, until he trapped Miles in his arms and intended to escape. This is the second time you took me as someone else. Should I be jealous?"
The prowler's claws gently pressed against Miles' face to wipe away his tears; the water stains disappeared and were replaced by blood from the metal claws that had cut his cheeks. The prowler brought his hand to his face and slowly licked away the blood and tears mixed with it.
Miles felt the slightest pain, but the only thing he cared about now was how to escape.
"How did you get here??" Miles tried to suppress his panic, he regretted not bringing the spider web launcher, and from a moment ago he smelled a sweet smell in the air, probably from the device on Hobie 's wrist, that made him a little dizzy, and his power was losing a little. Miles wasn't expecting to have the same luck as last time he'd waited for someone to find him, so he was relying on himself; he could break the prowler's equipment by electroshock, but in the short time they'd been together, less than a day, the prowler seemed to have figured out his tricks and was clutching his wrist tightly at the moment; Miles wasn't sure, maybe he could go invisible and then, maybe that would make the other guy let his guard down in surprise And he could-
"Yo. let him go."
Miles whipped his head around, shocked to see Punk Spidey in an upside-down position at the window, now nimbly burrowing in through the half-open window.
His Hobie came to rescue him. Again.
"So you did put a tracker on me right? Should I call you snoopy dog? Or Snoop-spider?"Facing Hobie's appearance in such a situation, Miles' subconscious reaction remains to continue his cold humor.
"Relax. I wasn't following you. Not this time at least--You didn't read my message." Spider Hobie calmly unclipped his guitar from behind him and then slammed it at the prowler without hesitation; this action forced the opponent to relax his restraint and allowed Miles to seize the opportunity to Miles moved his wrist and found five separate tiny red scratches that must have been made by the prowler; he raised his hand in passing and found that his watch did indeed have an unread message on it: "Hobie: I got nothing to do:
Hobie: I got nothing to do today. wanna hang out? i'll come by.
Miles looked at Hobie, who had gotten into a fight with the prowler, and his face showed an obvious look of embarrassment: "Alright thanks for coming by?You really helped me out here-"
"Yeah. No problem. happy to protect you."
The prowler still watched their interaction with interest:" I mean him no harm... . But seriously," the prowler smirked, blocking Hobie's guitar with his arm as it came at him:Can't we share? You know, sharing is caring."
"By caring, don't you mean I'll smash my guitar on your head so hard that it crash--both the guitar and your head?"
"So aggressive. Wouldn't it be easier to tell us apart, huh Bambi? I'll never be this rough on you...” The Prowler comes to Miles again in between their conversations; he doesn't manage to grab Spider-Man, but he still manages to get close enough to Miles to whisper, clear enough for everyone in the room to hear:" I'll be gentle, tender...or I can be rough if you want, it's just from the last time I kissed you, I found that it seems you prefer to be treated...not so gentle. You seemed pretty excited when I bit your lips...or squeezed your waist and hips really hard, or when I clutched your wrists tightly and pulled you into my arms."
If voice can be included as a type of interaction, the prowler is now basically molesting Miles with his voice.
Miles resisted and tried to escape; partly because of the shame he felt at being harassed by the prowler under Hobie's watchful eye; and partly because Hobie was telling the truth and Miles didn't want to admit or face it for the moment.
The web that Miles shot out stuck to the prowler's bracelet, and he slammed the other man against the wall with a powerful fling; this action would not reasonably cause any harm to Hobie, but his body suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably, constantly changing color and shine. Prowler frowned and lifted his arm from the shattered wall to observe: the feeling of his body being split into countless pieces made him crouch down, unable to recover for a short time.
Spider-Hobie came to them leisurely, carrying his guitar, which he raised at the prowler and made a few golf swings:"Guess you didn't realize how this whole inter dimension travel work. Here's the thing, if you don't go back asap, you'll be dismembered by time currents. Though I'd love to see that."
"That wouldn't be a problem for me. " I already know how to find him. So I'll just find a way to fix all this. And when I'm done, I'll come again.
Spider-Hobie locked eyes with his counterpart, sharing almost all information except his identity, so when confronted with the prowler's threat and offer, Spider-Hobie understood his partner's intentions almost immediately.
"... I don't object what you're implying.But you have to let HIM choose." Hobie finally put his guitar back behind his back and spoke softly.
"Sure." The Prowler grins:" I don't think he'll reject."
"Umm...what's happening right now??"Miles felt the eyes of both Hobbits focused on him at the same time, and for once his spider-sense, his instincts and his sanity were all telling him something was wrong.
"It's okay Peter Pan." / "Relax Bambi."
The two Hobbys slowly approached him, pinning Miles between them and saying in unison, "You're gonna be alright."
Miles' desire to escape was completely overwhelmed by another strange desire at this moment.
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"humm..ungh ha......"
Miles' eyes were covered by a pair of hands; he couldn't tell who it was, the prowler had deliberately removed his gloves as he closed in on him; someone was kissing him, but Miles couldn't tell which one, and that happened to be the rule of the game:he had to tell which one was the one kissing him to end it all.
Miles could only feel that the hands covering his eyes had a broad-rimmed metal ring on the pinky finger, with an uneven pattern engraved on it; he thought it belonged to Hobie, Spider-Hobie, but he still couldn't tell who was the one kissing him.
The kiss was so long that he was desperate, Miles almost suffocated; a little deprived of oxygen rather than the ecstasy of the process, for the person kissing him was gentle, the other's lips rubbing gently against his mouth until Miles' lips began to swell with shame before he slowly reached for his tongue; Miles felt the tip of his tongue graze his teeth, except for the hands that pressed against his eyes and deprived Everything was near perfect except for the hands that pressed against his eyes and deprived him of his vision.
If this had been any other moment, Miles would have relaxed wholeheartedly; but now he had more important things to do, and he needed to get out of this situation-
He's now actually in the dark, so...
"Is that you.... Is that you... ...Hobie from Earth-138, spider-Hobie?" Miles spoke hopefully, his wrist gripped by another hand, which began to tighten as he heard his answer-
"Wrong." The Prowler turned to Miles, his lips were clinging closely to Miles' ear:"Told ya, I could be gentle."
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Miles took another two guesses, wrong at both time; he thought the gentle, tender kiss was Spider-Hobie, he was wrong; he thought the rough one, the one that kept biting his lips and tongue and grabbed his waist really hard was Spider-Hobie. He was wrong again.
It's like the two of 'em had a deal, to deliberately mimick each other and thus tricked Miles.
Miles cannot do it anymore. He's choking on these kisses, he's lips are swelling, he's currently sitting on one of the Hobies' lap and his waist is being held tightly, he can hardly think straight, and he's gonna pass out--
There's gotta be some way to get him out of this situation.
When the next kiss came, Miles finally knew what he had to do: his spider-sense didn't work with two people so close to him, but he knew other ways -
Miles quietly turned his palm at the moment of the kiss so that his fingers could touch the wrist of the person clutching him; he came across a round object, a dial-type item with rivets on the wristband. It belonged to Hobie, Spider-Hobie.
The kiss was also like his Hobie, without any desire, simple skin to skin, so much so that at the end of the moment they parted Miles even had the idea of fondness, reluctance to end.
But he had to stop.
Miles took advantage of his wrist shackles loosened a little when quietly clutching the corner of his body, leather touch to increase his confidence: "It's Hobie.... . Spider-Man Hobie, my Hobie, right?"
Silence.
"Bingo."
The darkness in front of them dissipated. Miles expected a momentary dizziness from the amount of light entering his pupils, but he reflexively squinted to find Hobie pressing his forehead gently in front of him, blocking most of the light for him: "You got it right this time."
Miles looked back just in time to see the image of the prowler's body twisting again; but the other man's expression looked unconcerned.
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It was a relief to everyone that the Prowler was willingly ready to return to his old universe; Hobie 's eyes never left Miles', much to Spider-Punk's obvious annoyance.
Moments before the prowler stepped through the portal, he suddenly ripped the bodysuit across Miles' chest and kept pulling the other man to himself; Spider- Hobie tensed up and looked like he wanted to punch the other man; but he finally chose to trust Miles and resisted the urge.
"I know you and your boyfriend cheated Bambi." The prowler nibbled on Miles' ear:'S alright. I'll see you again."
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