#ottopeter

Otto: And you didn't trigger the fire alarm?

Peter: *sarcastically* Ha-ha. Sit down.

*the two sit and have breakfast*

Peter: So... How is it?

Otto: Really good. But the eggs are a bit burnt...

   Before the scientist could say anything, the sensation of something soft and familiar touching his shoulder made him stop. Peter’s lips, pressing lingering kisses against his skin, from one shoulder to the other; even the actuators reacted with him, turning to Peter with interest, but lowering as if relaxed. The scarred skin around the back brace Otto carried with himself all the time was much more sensitive and Peter knew that, but with his lips, the young man wasn’t as careful, allowing Otto to feel all of it.    Otto loved that sensation more than anything in the world.

otto octavius/peter parker | rated T | 4k words | complete

It’s like time has frozen. Maybe it has—it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen today—but then May jumps back, away from the hovering object, and Peter realizes what happened. It’s Osborn’s glider, the one he was riding on the bridge. And clamping down on it is one of Octavius’s mechanical tentacles.

(Or: The one where Otto stops Norman Osborn from killing May, and Otto and Peter go to Peter's old apartment to recuperate.)

Another chocobox fic!!

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