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New York was the City that Never Slept. Peter Parker knew that to be true, as he was up at all hours of the night, fighting crime all over the vast metropolis. Sticking horizontally to the side of the Chrysler Building and clad in his red and blue spandex, Spiderman was on patrol.
He was just contemplating calling it a night, when a loud scream reached his supersensitive ears.
Leaping off the wall, he plummeted straight downward, firing off a webline twenty meters before the ground and swinging off in the direction of the screams. It took him less than a minute to reach the source.
A young blond woman was holding onto her purse with a death grip as a middle-aged man with a scraggly beard tried to rip it from her. A red headed male was lying unconscious on the pavement next to her, clearly a victim of the mugger.
"Leave me alone!" the woman shrieked, "Somebody, help me!"
Peter swung down beside them in a blur and grabbed the mugger's right arm in a steel grip.
"Didn't your mommy ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" he asked in a deceptively casual voice.
"Fuck off, freak!" the thief replied, trying to rip his arm from Spider-Man's grasp to no avail.
"See, now that's just rude," Peter said, smirking beneath his mask, "I guess your mom never taught you manners either." And with a casual twist, he snapped the mugger's arm in two.
A second bloodcurdling scream echoed across the street, one that Peter didn't need superhearing to pick up.
The thief dropped to the pavement with a howl, clutching his broken arm in shock, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.
Snatching up the purse, Peter handed it back to the girl with a mock bow and swung up into the night sky, leaving the screaming thief below him. As he swung up to the top of a different tower, he heard the sound of sirens approaching the injured thief.
Hanging from the side of the building, Peter thought of the blond girl. He'd managed to help her, saved her from the mugger.
He hadn't managed to save Gwen. The memories of that horrible night flooded back into his brain.
Harry's twisted face laughing at him from inside that battlesuit.
Gwen's final scream. The sick thud of her body hitting the ground. Her cold body in his hands.
Rage mixed with grief in Peter's heart and more than anything, he wanted to break something. He wanted to make Harry pay for what he'd done to Gwen. The Osborne heir had avoided jail time entirely, paying off a judge to acquit him without trial.
Peter hadn't seen Harry in the two months since Gwen had died, but rumour has it that the billionaire was still undergoing experimental treatments to try and purge the additional venoms that had entered his system.
The sound of breaking glass brought Peter out of his thoughts and he shot out a line, swinging towards the sound of the break-in.
After stopping a half-dozen more muggings, foiling three bank robberies and catching an escaped convict for the police, Peter found himself feeling oddly empty and unsatisfied. Normally he felt a strong sense of accomplishment at having saved people's lives and fortunes, but tonight he just felt unhappy.
Abruptly he fired out a webline and swung away from the skyscraper. Swinging through the maze of steel towers that was NYC, Spider-Man traversed the metropolis easily and before long he found himself facing the tallest tower in the entire city.
OsCorp
He webbed up to the very top of the building, where he'd defeated the Lizard over a year ago. Captain Stacy had died on this very rooftop, helping Peter to defeat Connors and save the city. His daughter had died a year later, helping Peter to defeat another enemy and save New York from yet another disaster.
Grief welled up in Peter's heart and he ripped his mask off and threw it aside. Falling to his knees in sorrow, he began to sob. He'd lost the woman he loved more than anything in the world and he was completely alone.
After a couple minutes of quiet sobbing, he heard soft footsteps behind him and quickly webbed his mask back to him, pulling it on without turning around. Once it was secured, Spider-Man spun around and came face to face with Harry Osborne.
"Peter?" Harry asked, in genuine curiosity.
Peter Parker said nothing, shocked at the sudden encounter. He hadn't seen Harry in person since that horrible night, thought the billionaire didn't seem too different. His skin had returned to it's normal pale colour, and his face and body seemed to have gone back to normal. He was a tad thinner, though he had already been rather slim to begin with.
"I...what do you want, Harry?" Peter asked angrily.
The Osborne heir raised an eyebrow, "Shouldn't I be asking you that, seeing as you're standing on top of my building?"
Peter glared at his traitorous friend, somehow conveying his anger through a full face mask.
Harry smirked at him, "Still fighting the good fight, huh Peter?" When Spider-Man made no reply, Harry's grin twisted into a sneer, "Too bad you couldn't save your girlfriend."
The anger that been slowly building in Peter erupted into sudden action and his fist moved in a blur, connecting with Harry's jaw with a satisfying crunch.
The Osborn heir staggered backwards in pain and collapsed on his back on the hard metal roof.
"Fuck!" Harry hissed in pain, "You bastard," he growled, "I think you broke my jaw, you son of a bitch."
Peter moved in a blur and stood over his former best friend, straddling Harry's slim body. A warm feeling of satisfaction rushed through his veins and he reached up to tear off his mask. He wanted Harry to see his face, to see the rage and exultation on Peter's face.
"Fuck you, man," Harry hissed, "Get the fuck off me." The young billionaire tried to push Peter off him, but had no success. His lithe arms were no match for the super-strength of Spider-Man.
Wrapping a single hand around Harry's throat, Peter gave an experimental squeeze and abruptly cut off Harry's next sentence.
"You're so weak, Harry," Peter said with a smirk, "I could kill you right now, if I wanted to." His grip tightened for a moment and Harry's eyes went wide with fear.
Peter grinned tightly and relaxed his grip, letting Harry gasp for breath desperately.
Leaning back, the young man released his former friend's trachea. "I should kill you," he said coldly, "You killed the woman I loved."
A look of guilt flashed across Harry's face and he spoke in a soft voice, "Pete...I'm sorry, I didn't mean for her to get hurt."
Peter's eyes flashed with fury and before he knew it he was pushing Harry down against the gravel on the rooftop, both hands wrapped around the rich man's throat.
"Don't fucking lie to me," Peter hissed, his grip tightening ever so slightly, "You knew exactly what you were doing." Harry's eyes bulged with desperation. A low gurgling sound emanating from his throat.
Peter didn't let go, enjoying the pain and fear in his former friend's eyes. "You were mad because I wouldn't help you," he said coldly, "Because I chose Gwen over you." His muscles were shaking with his anger, "I should kill you right now," he growled, "Get Gwen the justice she deserves," and then there was a loud crack.
Peter let his friend go with a jerk, scrambling backward in fear.
"Oh fuck oh fuck, oh fuck," he swore, and Harry just lay there motionless on the rooftop, his neck looking a bit twisted with red handprints on his trachea.
After a long moment, the young billionaire slowly reached up and rubbed his neck.
Peter was on his feet, mask lying forgotten to the side, "Oh God," he whispered, "Harry are you ok?"
The billionaire tried to back away from Peter, feebly raising his hands to try and defend himself from another attack.
"You bastard," he wheezed, "Why don't you just finish it."
When Peter looked like he was going to cry, Harry laughed weakly, "You're still so weak." He chuckled to himself, "No wonder you couldn't save her."
The billionaire staggered to his feet, still laughing, "You couldn't save her, and now you can't even avenge her. So pathetic." Harry turned towards the exit and in that moment Peter moved.
Grabbing Harry by the shoulder, he slammed him against a large generator on the roof and then pressed his lips against Harry's in a vicious kiss. Digging his fingers into his ex-friends body, Peter pinned Harry against the metal and shoved a knee between the billionaire"s legs, forcing them apart.
Harry groaned against Peter's lips and the young hero abruptly pulled back and with a single gesture shoved the young man to his knees.
"You were always such a slut," Peter hissed, "You've probably been spreading your legs for different man every night."
Harry's eyes grew hard at the accusation, but he didn't deny it. Peter growled angrily and forced Harry's face towards his crotch, sliding the spandex down to his knees, letting his hardening cock spring free. Apparently Spider-Man didn't wear underwear beneath his suit.
"You wonder why I chose Gwen over you," Peter hissed, "it's because she was a good person, a decent human being that actually cared about others." His hands grasped Harry's head and forced his jaw open, shoving the hard member inside.
"You're just a slut who cares only about himself." Peter thrust hard into Harry's mouth, "Well, this is all you're good for to me, so start sucking."
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, and then he obeyed reluctantly. Peter groaned a bit at the sensation of Harry's tongue against his impressive length. Gwen had done this a couple times, but she'd been pretty clumsy, whereas Harry was clearly an expert.
The billionaire's skilled tongue circled Peter's cock, swirling and sucking enveloping Peter's genitals in a wet, warm sensation. Harry's tongue swept along the underside of Peter's cock and the superhero groaned in pleasure, fisting a gloved hand in Harry's hair, the other hand grasping the young man's jaw tightly.
Harry circled his cock again and then ran his tongue against Peter's underside in a slow repetitive motion that built up to a climax. With a loud groan of pleasure, Peter came, pumping hot come into his former friend's mouth.
Peter thrust deep into Harry's throat one last time and then pulled out, letting Harry fall back against the metal wall with a soft whimper. Tucking himself back into his pants, Peter pulled them up and webbed his mask back to his hand.
"Don't think that this changes anything," Peter said angrily, his dark brown eyes affixed on Harry's crumpled form. "I still hate you for what you did," he said, "But I'm not like you." He pulled the mask over his head and looked at Harry one lat time, "I won't kill you, Harry," Spider-Man said coldly, "But I'm still going to make you pay for everything you've done."
Turning his back on his former friend, he leapt off the rooftop and webbed away into the city.
Harry watched him swing off into the distance, only rising to his feet when he was sure that Peter was gone. Then he pulled a small glass vial out of his pocket and carefully spat Peter's come into it, making sure to get all of it out of his mouth. Taking a close look at the test tube, Harry sealed it, satisfied that he'd gotten enough for his scientists to test.
Putting the test tube back into his pocket, Harry looked out at the city with a smirk. "You're still too predictable, Peter," he said to himself, "I told you I'd get your DNA," he fingered the vial in his pocket, "One way or another."
Then Harry Osborne turned and exited the rooftop, his smirk resorted to full smugness.