Harry Osborn
When Norman shut the bedroom door behind them, Peter could still hear smashing on the other side. The older omega had lost it and now was taking his emotions out on the fancy decor in the hallway.
Norman shot a quick message to his security guard and was relieved to hear that the man was already on his way up. He sighed at his phone.
Peter bit his lip and tried to ignore the awkward tension. He eyed his alpha, wondering if they were going to carry on as though nothing had happened.
Norman clenched his jaw, took a few deep breaths through his nose, and tried to calm himself down.
"I caught him in bed with one of my board members. Another alpha. I just want you to know that that's one thing I won't tolerate. You're mine. That's the whole point of this deal."
Norman got it though. Omegas were horny devious little things- but he wanted them to come to him. He wanted to be the one to shower them with attention and gifts. He'd had this happen to him twice now. It couldn't happen again. He reached out and brushed Peter's hair back and gazed into his eyes, hoping to find some sign of understanding there.
Peter could see the worry in his alpha’s eyes and forced a smile. He could see the distaste in his face and honestly, he kind of agreed with him. Cheating was bad. This may just be a contract, but he'd signed it and intended to keep his side of the bargain. He owed Norman that much, no matter what the temptation was.
“I promise I won't ever do that to you. I'm yours.” Peter leaned up to give him a chaste peck.
What could happen in three years?
-
Peter leaned back on his bed and stared at his surroundings. The room was decorated in warm shades of browns and reds with beautiful wooden dressers and shelves. It screamed royalty. The four-poster bed made him feel like a prince and that he was part of a fairy-tale.
Maybe he was.
He pulled more of the plush cushions towards him, feeling grateful that Norman had provided him with so many. Before leaving, the alpha had offered to get rid of the bed to create a nesting room- if that’s what he’d prefer. Peter had only seen them on TV and from what he knew, only the elite had them. The floor would be lined with soft padding. The covers and blankets were made of silky material. It would feel like the perfect place to cuddle up, away from the world.
It sounded like a dream, but he didn’t want to give into his omega nature too much. Sometimes holding it back was a good thing.
The boy slid his phone from his pocket and decided to send Wade a message. He knew his friend was worried about him and he'd promised to check in as soon as he could. It was strange to think that the mercenary he’d found so annoying at first had gradually become his best friend.
All is good. My new alpha is Norman Osborn. He seems nice I guess - PP
Peter closed his eyes and let himself relax on the soft mattress. He pictured Wade reading it and then a moment later his phone gave a ding and lit up. He smiled, not having expected a response so quickly.
Happy for you Baby Boy <3 - WW
So… have you done the sweet deed? ;) - WW
Peter rolled his eyes. It was so Wade to pry about that. He let himself grin as he typed his response out. He felt giddy just talking to him. Maybe Wade’s stupid humor had finally rubbed off on him too.
No. Not yet. He said we have three years to get to know each other so there's no rush. I kind of like that - PP
It's looking more and more like I don't have to shish kabab him then. Let me know if you change your mind – WW
I'm happy for you <3 - WW
Deadpool's last message felt fake somehow and Peter knew it was because the mercenary secretly, or maybe not so secretly, had liked him. He wasn't sure if the age thing had put him off, or if his friend had just repressed his feelings for a while.
Having a second life as a hero was weird and Wade had fallen for Spider-Man hook, line and sinker while knowing nothing about Peter Parker. He supposed it was complicated.
Thanks Wade - PP
He heaved a sigh and rolled over, getting ready to sleep.
Tomorrow he would go shopping. He'd call off at May's house and tell her the good news. He hoped she wouldn't be too mad at him for doing this. She'd raised him to be as equal as an alpha as possible. It might break her heart to find out he'd ended up the ‘concubine’ to one of New York’s most powerful alphas; because that’s how she’d see it.
Peter placed his phone on the bedside table, stripped down to his underwear, and then buried himself under the bed sheets. Strangely, he could smell his alpha's scent and he wondered if Norman has slept in here a couple of nights prior. Had he done this deliberately so that he'd become more comfortable around him?
Peter wasn't sure if he was happy about that, or if it made him uneasy. If anything, he decided that it was thoughtful.
He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
-
The next morning, Peter didn't wait for Norman to come to get him. He got up, took a shower in the little en-suite bathroom, and made his way downstairs. He noticed how a display that had previously been filled with beautiful ornaments was shattered and the contents missing. The other omega really had smashed up the whole hallway. The carnage continued down the stairs and into the hall.
He felt for him. Everyone made stupid mistakes, right?
But he felt for Norman more.
Peter explored a gorgeous living room, a library, and a home office before he was stumbling into the kitchen. A man who was mixing a bowl of ingredients turned when he heard him enter and gave him a smile.
"Hello. You must be Peter?" He offered, placing the bowl down and moving over to shake his hand. "I'm Adrian. The chef, and occasional caretaker."
Oh. Of course Norman would have staff working for him.
Peter’s hand now felt dirty from contracting flour and he dusted it off on his robe. Little specs of white sprinkled to the floor and he hoped he wouldn’t mind the mess.
"Hi. It's… uh… nice to meet you." He inhaled, trying to figure out what Adrian’s secondary gender was and if he should feel safe around him or not. Nothing was overpowering his senses so he figured he was just a beta. “Should I wait for Norman to have breakfast or-"
“Oh no. He tends to rise much later on Saturdays, so it might be best to eat.” The man motioned to a set of closed doors. “I was just making Harry some homemade pancakes. I could make you some too if you like?”
Harry. The son. He was home?
Peter felt his stomach plummet for a reason that he didn’t understand.
Maybe it was because Harry was around his age and he felt embarrassed that he was going to be paraded around as his father’s pet. Harry would more than likely be uncomfortable with it.
“Um… yes please. That would be nice.” He walked to the door and paused before turning back, feeling like he needed some reassurance. “Will he be okay with me?” He whispered, feeling like Harry’s ears would be burning on the other side.
Adrian tsked to himself as he turned back to the pancake mix. “He might be off with you at first, but he’ll come around. He always does.”
“Okay, that’s- thanks.”
Peter felt sick. His stomach no longer felt like it had a bottom. He turned to the door and tried to swallow his anxiety as he pushed into the dining room.
Whatever happened, happened. There was nothing he could do to change it.
-
Harry Osborn had been at a rich friend’s party last night when he’d gotten the message. Norman had been to an auction. He’d bought another omega. Anotherone. Harry would tip his chauffer for this heads-up when he saw him next.
At least this time he wouldn’t be coming home to find a stupid little thing curled up at his father’s feet again, all placid and sweet and just oh so annoying.
He’d stayed the night, then ordered a ride home during the early hours of the morning. He’d forced himself to stay away from the booze to keep a clear head. He’d made a plan for what he was going to say to the new omega when he came face to face with him. Yet, as soon as he got home, he was reaching for the whisky decanter off the top shelf.
Adrian had shot him a look, but had known better than to say anything.
He poured himself another serving and swirled it around his glass, letting the ice clink against the edges.
When he heard muffled voices in the kitchen, he remained calm and kept his eyes trained on the door. The omega was awake and about to join him. Harry took a long swallow as the door opened. But even the drink couldn’t prepare him for the young man who walked in.
“Good morning.” He tugged on his blazer, knowing he was overdressed, but seeing a suited and booted alpha always worked well to unnerve weak little omegas.
-
“Hello… good morning!” Peter smiled and tried to be chirpier than how he normally acted (which had been another tip that Wade had given him).
He already felt like he needed to put on an act with the man-boy before him. It was eight in the morning and Harry was well groomed and dressed in a fitted suit, looking much older than his years. His wavy brown curls were gelled backwards and he sat at the head of the table, lording over it like he was an aristocrat. Peter took a seat adjacent to him, instead of opposite and gave him a shy smile, hoping that his mature look wouldn’t be reflected in his personality.
Harry’s dark eyes held his gaze and he was surprised when the other boy didn’t flick his eyes away. He was pretty, he’d give his father that. Big doe eyes. Nicely defined cheekbones. A pleasing figure. Pretty fluffy hair.
What he didn’t like was how young he was.
Norman’s previous omegas had been in their twenties. This was the first time that Harry was a similar age to one of them and it turned his stomach.
“I heard you went for quite the price.” He decided to comment, slowly raising the glass up to his lips again. “One million is a hefty amount for a year.”
“Actually, it’s three years.” Peter corrected him and finally looked down at the table. Harry was going to grill him. He hadn’t expected that. “And one-point-seven-five million.”
The alpha looked taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his composure. Norman rarely did long-term, nor did he splash out that kind of dollar. He’d told Harry years ago that no omega was worth more than a million. Either Peter was special in some way, or his father’s ego had been challenged. Harry would find out the reason sooner or later.
“And why would an omega like you need to be here for three years when one would set you up for life?”
A million dollars was all it would take for anyone to be cushy. Didn’t omegas have cute little aspirations? One of Norman’s first boys had bought a cottage in the countryside to live out his days in peace. Maybe this one was more materialistic. Maybe he wanted the prestige of being with a powerful alpha. Maybe he even had plans to try to steal his inheritance, which was absolutely preposterous.
“I just…” Peter trailed off, having realized that Harry didn’t actually care. It was a snooty rhetorical question that was meant to intimidate him.
“What’s your name?” Harry remained serious, although his curiosity had been piqued.
“Peter- Peter Parker.”
“Well, Peter Parker. Whatever your intentions may be… just know that I’ll be watching.” It was a threat, but not a very good one. If truth be told, Harry wasn’t sure how to threaten an omega. What repercussions could he give one when it was Norman who was in control?
Peter bit his lip at that and connected his eyes with him again. He leaned in and frowned, trying to seem earnest.
“If you’re worried that I’m going to hurt your father, I won’t."
The omega caught a whiff of the other's scent and a jolt of electricity shot through him. He felt himself heating up as warmth spread towards his core. Harry smelt like leather and berries. It was an unusual combination for an alpha, but god was it good. Peter's cheeks flushed, yet he stood his ground. "I'm not that kind of person."
Harry sneered at his words with his sharp canines on full display. He tried to repel Peter's bubblegum scent from his nose with a huff. At that moment the door opened and Adrian came strutting in with the pancakes, completely oblivious to the tension in the room. He laid the plates down and the alpha used the distraction to pick up a napkin and unfold it, easing the awkwardness between them.
“None of you ever are.”