Morning
Peter came back to consciousness in waves.
Feeling Norman slide out of him was the first jolt back to reality. He’d felt relieved, but also empty- like he had a hollowness that needed to be filled. His leg had entwined with Norman's, craving the closeness of his alpha and he'd nestled into his warmth to fade back to sleep.
In the early hours of the morning when little kisses peppered his jaw, Peter had tilted his head back to welcome them. The older man's musky scent filled his senses and his throat rumbled in happiness at this new kind of attention.
But when he awoke in the morning the bed was cold.
Peter sat up and stared down at the empty spot beside him. The duvet was folded back, as though Norman had fled only moments earlier. He swallowed and sunk back down, hoping that he would return soon. There was no sound of running water in the bathroom- and even the clothes that the alpha had discarded the night before were gone from the floor.
Had he left?
Peter’s chest started to ache almost as much as his used hole. He reached between his legs to trace his fingers against it, still a little unable to believe that he'd taken something so big.
As pleasurable as the experience had started out, it had ended intensely.
Too intensely.
A few minutes passed and the omega lazily moved to pull himself out of the bed. He stared down at the messy sheets and wondered if he should clean them himself, or leave it to the cleaner. His cheeks heated at the thought of someone knowing that he'd had sex.
But that was what he was for, wasn't it? They already knew that.
As he pulled his robe back on and fastened it, he stared at himself in the mirror. He was supposed to feel different now, wasn't he? His spirit certainly felt like it had been tainted in some kind of way. His virginity had been taken and he could never get it back.
But that was okay.
It had been his choice and he was determined not to regret it.
He twisted on the spot, feeling a burning pain in his rear and debated doing a few stretches in hopes of easing the strain. He prayed that he wasn’t torn inside. This would heal as quickly as all of his other injuries, right?
Being Spider-Man had its perks.
"Dad?" A voice called from the hallway and Peter froze as he heard the door handle beginning to turn. His heart dropped and a dizzying horror overwhelmed him at the thought of being caught in such an obvious state.
"No. It's just me!" He didn't recognize his own panicked voice and he prayed that the words would be enough to stop Harry in his tracks.
But the door still slid open.
The omega tugged the material of his robes around himself tighter and stared down at the younger Osborn's feet. A wave of shame rose up inside of himself and he considered forcing him back out.
He needed to be alone. He had to be alone.
Harry knew that Norman was an early bird. He knew that he normally left for Oscorp earlier than eight in the morning, yet here he was calling by the house anyway. His father hadn’t been in the living room or kitchen, so the last place to check was the bedroom.
What he hadn’t expected was to find Peter standing in front of him.
The alpha’s eyebrows shot up. His eyes flitted from the other boy to the messy bedsheets and his hand reached up to grip the doorframe as reality punched him in the face.
The stench of his father was overpowering his senses.
Peter looked unkempt and very underdressed.
He felt sick, knowing that he’d walked in on a private moment.
"I'm sorry." He cleared his throat and tried to pass his reaction off as normal. But how was he supposed to do that when he could feel the color draining from his own face? He was certain that he wouldn't have been this freaked out had he walked in to see his mother's ghost.
Was Norman in the bathroom? The door was open and there were no sounds.
No. He was long gone.
Peter forced himself to raise his eyes. If he focused on Harry’s collarbone, or his nose, or his hairline then it would be better than burning a hole into the ground. He needed to pretend that he wasn’t fazed.
"Sorry for what?" He tried to keep his voice flat and prayed that the other boy couldn’t sense his insecurity.
"I-" Harry started before clenching his mouth shut. He shook his head. "For walking in without thinking and..." he motioned at the bed. "...for that."
Peter worried his lip between his teeth and his eyes dropped to the floor again. Why couldn’t he just leave? Why did Harry have to make comment on what had clearly just happened? He wanted him to get out.
He began to walk towards him.
“Harry, you really shouldn’t be- argh..!”
A jolt of pain shot through the omega's rear and his face scrunched up at the shock, forcing him to halt on the spot.
There was the damage he’d feared. He’d just not found it yet.
“You’re hurt.”
It wasn’t a question. Harry could tell by how he’d stalled and flinched. He could tell by how Peter’s whole body had tensed up as though he’d been struck by lightning. He was brave and trying to hide his agony and that made him see red.
Norman.
His father had knocked him about. A growl ripped from his throat at the thought of the older alpha beating him.
“Tell me what he did to you.”
Peter’s eyes widened in confusion at his sudden change in tone. He blinked a few times. Was Harry was being protective of him? Once again he was confused.
How he was treated in the bedroom wasn’t his problem… or his business.
“He did nothing- I knew this was going to happen. It’s fine.” He defended and raised his hands as if to calm the alpha.
The look on Harry’s face was scary. His expression had turned dark. His glare was burning into him and Peter backed towards the desk to lean on the chair. The pain had faded, but that didn’t mean another jolt wouldn’t shoot through him at any moment. He had to be careful.
“Well, he clearly did something. Omegas don’t just cease to walk after they’ve had sex, Pete.”
Or maybe they did. Harry wouldn’t know. He’d never been with one of them.
He watched the other carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. Were omegas really that delicate? Was that why they were babied by society all the time?
Was this why he had an overwhelming instinct to keep him safe?
“It was just…” Peter grimaced, unable to believe he was having this conversation with the man’s son. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, yet was in a strange way feeling trusting of Harry right now.
He was only prying because he cared.
“It was just my first time…”
Harry’s eyes widened.
His heart sank.
Then his emotions were twisting into something ugly.
He was going to kill his father when he saw him next.
“…so I think it’s supposed to hurt.” Peter continued and looked back at the bed, oblivious to the other boy’s horror. “I just woke up and didn’t expect him to be gone.”
And that was why Harry was here. If he could make him see that Norman had left, then he would quickly go too. This moment of feeling vulnerable would be over.
But it seemed that the alpha only wanted to dig deeper.
“That’s why you cost so much, isn’t it?”
The words felt heavy in Harry’s mouth. The room had gone silent. He couldn’t hear the distant city bustle through the window anymore, or the faint chinking of dishes downstairs as Adrian cleaned them.
It was as though the world had stopped.
“They were bidding on your virginity.”
Peter nodded and his eyes followed to where Harry was staring.
The wine glasses.
“For what it’s worth, I chose to drink that myself.” The omega explained. His mouth was dry and he considered finishing the small amount that was left in the bottle. Norman’s glass still stood on the bedside table untouched.
“But that’s another reason why he’s been trying to dose you up with drugs... isn’t it?” Harry was going to be sick. He could feel nausea rising. All of Norman’s other omegas had been older than Peter and far less naive. Things were starting to click into place and now it made sense why his father was so adoring of him.
He’d been a prize to be ruined.
Peter’s innocence had been the main attraction.
Peter ignored the observation and walked towards the bottle, only to tense again as another jolt struck him. He clenched his teeth together as the pain spread to his abdomen. There was definitely a tear and it was from the knot. It would get better throughout the day, but god was it going to be hard to ignore.
He took another step and felt a dull pounding ache spreading through his body.
“Pete… just…” Harry’s forehead wrinkled and he rushed forward to grab the other boy by the arm, fearing that he would keel over from the pain. The agony was written across his face. He needed to take control.
“…What’s going to happen is that you’re going to get into bed in your own room and I’m going to make you some coffee and breakfast… and then I’m going to find my father and have a talk with him about not being so rough with you…”
He was going to kill him.
He was going to fucking murder him for this.
“Harry, I’m fine…” Peter tried to convince him. “I need to go to the lab and help Doctor Connors with this experiment and-” All of his protests were shut down when the other boy scooped him up into his arms. He yelped and threw his arms around his neck. “Harry!”
This must be how civilians felt when he lifted them up as Spider-Man. He kicked his legs and tried to hide the burning flush that was filling his cheeks.
He buried his face in the alpha’s shoulder, hating the familiar tingle that was niggling at his chest.
He didn’t need to be rescued! But why did he like Harry fussing over him so much?
It was stupid. It was dumb. He should shut it down, yet he didn’t want to.
“For all he’s done, he shouldn’t have left you this morning.” Bitterness swelled in Harry’s voice as he carried Peter down the hallway and to his room. Norman’s scent cloaked the boy and he wrinkled his nose, willing it to be gone.
After breakfast, he’d run him a bath. He’d pour all of that fancy bubble stuff in that he knew the past omegas had been so fond of.
It wouldn’t completely erase the retched smell- that would linger for a few days- but it would make it tolerable.
And it would save Peter the shame of being paraded around like a newly fucked trophy; because Harry had a horrible feeling that that was what his father would want to do tonight.
The mattress felt soft and familiar when Peter was placed on it. His eyes locked with Harry’s before he pulled back and he gave him a bashful smile.
His heart fluttered as he caught the gold specks in his chocolate eyes.
The corners of the alpha’s lips were turned up into a small smile and Peter felt a strange gravitational pull toward them.
He hated this feeling.
But god he loved it so much too.
“You’ll be okay, Pete.” Harry’s hand came up to push his hair back and inadvertently brushed his cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”
He’d care for him. He’d force his father to treat him better. If he couldn’t have him in this lifetime, then this was the least he could do.
“Just get some rest.”
He broke away and turned to leave, ignoring how his own heart hammered against his ribcage. His mind felt clogged with pollution. His stomach was a few churns away from heaving.
How could he live like this?
“Harry?” Peter called as he watched him about to disappear through the doorway. The older boy paused, gripping the doorframe like he had done before, his knuckles turning white.
The omega swallowed when he looked back to meet his gaze.
“I just want to say- thank you…” He gave him a bright smile. “For everything.”