#mythicalmen

it had been easy-- far too easy-- to trick spider-man into falling into his trap. it barely cost adrian anything to get help fabricating a believe story about a massive heist, featuring countless works of art stolen to be sold and traded for stolen military grade weaponry-- something that would have piqued any heroes interest, not just spider-man's, if they really wanted to keep their neighborhoods safe. he thought his plan was going to cost him a decent amount but it turned out he wasn't the only one that wanted to get even with the spider; though his way of getting even might not been what other's had in mind. when the hero found his warehouse abandoned, adrian ambushed him and the two quickly fell into their usual song and dance; fighting and biting at each other with cutting remarks and commentary. eventually, taking longer than he would have liked to admit it did, the man finally had spider-man where he wanted him. with one arm pulled tight around the heroes neck, just beginning to threaten his air intake, this time he used his other hand to keep the heroes wrist trapped behind his back as adrian pinned the hero to the floor beneath him; his ample bulge resting heavy against the curve of the heroes behind. they had been tangled together like this before but this time adrian wasn't going to let him get away.

"easy now, spider-man," he taunted as spider-man wriggled beneath him, his voice low and rasped as he spoke against the side of his rival's mask; his lips brushing against the shape of the other's ears. "i don't plan to hurt you-- anymore at least. i did all this because i want to make you a deal," adrian offered, the tone of his voice making this almost sound genuine only for the man to betray himself as he cruelly laughed in the heroes ear; as he ground his hips down against him and tightened his arm around his throat a bit more. "i've seen the way you look at me, that damned mask of yours doesn't hide anything. you've been pulling your punches too, and letting me get my hands on you more and more. you like this," he taunted, his words hissed through clenched teeth as he began to harden in his jeans. "so i'll make you the offer you clearly want. i'll leave your neighborhoods alone, and even help you clean up and get rid of some of these other creeps, and all you have to do for me is be the good bitch i know you want to be and admit i'm right. come on," he growled as he ground against him again. "you've made it clear this is what you want, but now i need to hear you say it. be good and beg for my cock..."

The city never really went quiet. That was something Vincent had learned early on. There was no such thing as silence up here, just a different kind of noise. Distant traffic, the low hum of a building breathing beneath his feet, wind cutting between towers. He'd started coming up here to think and had long since stopped pretending that was still the primary reason.

Vincent had his usual spot. Corner of the ledge, back against the water tower, legs stretched out in front of him. Comfortable in the way that took weeks to earn. The sound came before the figure did. The familiar rhythmic snap of webbing, the brief silence of a long arc, and then the soft landing a few meters away. Vincent had stopped flinching somewhere around the second week.

He didn't look up immediately. "You're late."

It wasn't an accusation. If anything there was the faint pull of a smile at the corner of his mouth, eyes still fixed on the sprawl of the city below them. He'd learned that too, that Spider-Man was easier to keep around when Vincent didn't make too much of his arriving. Like a stray that would bolt if you moved too fast.

He was getting better at patient.

"Rough night?" He asked. While their encounters were frequent, Vincent knew better than to think of them as nothing else than two men blowing off some steam. And by the determined look of Spider-Man's walk, tonight there was a lot of steam to blow off.

They had never kissed, the mask wouldn't allow it, but Vincent had provided plenty of bite marks along Spider-Man's neck. His scent, something beyond human, lulled Vincent into a lustful trance every time he breathed it in. It never took much before his pants were gone, before Spider-Man himself straddled him with nothing in mind but sitting on Vincent's hard cock.

Changing positions, Vincent knelt on the cement of the roof, and aimed for Spider-Man's hole once again. Mere seconds had been enough for his cock to miss the warm embrace of the hero's velvety insides. The walls of which received him with an ease Vincent had never felt before.

The heavy clang of steel echoed through the nearly deserted holding block as Vincent made his way toward the final cell, each measured footstep carrying the quiet authority of a man who had spent far too long trying to complete this mission. Catching Spider-Man had required patience, instinct, and more than a little luck, but now the masked vigilante sat behind reinforced bars with nowhere left to swing. Vincent stopped outside the cell and studied him beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, broad shoulders filling the narrow corridor as he folded his arms across his chest. There was no smug victory on his face, only the cold certainty that this conversation had been inevitable.

“You’ve spent a long time slipping through everyone’s fingers,” Vincent said, his voice low enough that it barely disturbed the silence. He retrieved the key from his belt and turned it slowly between his fingers, never taking his eyes from the young man on the other side of the bars. A faint, knowing smile touched the corner of his mouth as he stepped closer. “Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to show you exactly why.”

The bulge in Vincent's police uniform was already prominent as the man reached out to unlock the entrance to the jail cell. He stepped through, locking it right back up once he was inside. He turned to the masked man who had been handcuffed to a beam in the cell, a devious grin on his face.

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He never should have tried to take Tyrant on alone but Cinder was arrogant enough to believe he was more than capable of handling some "old man" without having to run to his team for help. The boy barely lasted fifteen minutes before the man made him eat his words and proved just how outmatched and outclassed Cinder was.

Honestly, he was glad he didn't have any backup and that his team didn't know where he had run off too on his own. The sounds he was making as Tyrant handled him were humiliating enough.

Whimpering, his costume-- save for his mask-- long abandoned on the villain's office floor-- his usual sarcastic quips and inflammatory remarks were reduced to hushed, needy sounds as Tyrants powerful, strong hands gripped into the boys bubbled, ample cheeks before moving to his hips as he bounced him on his thick, girthy cock. "J-just," he barely managed to croak out between gasps and grunts, "j-just so you know, this doesn't-- this doesn't count as you beating me..."

To the victor, the spoils. An unfortunate code to live by for those who travelled light like the elven mage who'd seen fit to try and fight his way out. Usually, he and his men were amicable, work off your time if you didn't happen to be worth anything. Elsewise making a living would be impossible in the world. And Christopher had warned the man that there would be some consequence should he still take the actions he aimed to.

Even now, the calls of his men dying down after he'd at least seen fit to drag the mage behind the cover of his cabin. Bringing the other's body in close before the fabric was torn asunder. One arm quick to lock around the other's now exposed midsection, while his face pressed in close to the other's neck.

"Breathe, little elf, I'd rather you not pass out." The arm not keeping the other secure against his chest shifted slowly, reaching up to curl fingers in to Lavellen's hair, to tilt his head to the side.

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"look what the cat dragged in."

Magnar entered in the room all by himself. So high up, the city beneath was an aglomeration of yellow lights that he could see far, far ahead. But that night, Magnar was not looking outside. The wonders of a modern world were always beautiful to him, but not as beautiful as a young bounded man with his perky ass exposed and ready to be touched and fucked.

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Having Peter as his employee had been genuinely great, every day Darren was more and more impressed by how quickly the younger man picked up the ropes and learned about his business. He was just a joy to be around, a sweetheart with a smile that lit up the entire store with his presence. It also had never hurt that he was the hottest thing that Darren had ever seen, he flirted with the sweet young man every chance he could get but had been so careful to try not to cross too many lines when he did… today that final line was being crossed like never before.