🕸 The Chase 🕸 || Miguel x f!Spider
Summary: She was the perfect prey. And he was a natural predator. And Miguel's getting sick of her games...
A/N: Please let me know if I use Spanish incorrect. I"m not a native speaker and appreciate any feedback!
Like most other days, today quickly started turning to shit for Miguel O'Hara. Lego Spiderman, one of his best, was recently admitted to the MedBay for Lego related injuries (not funny Lyla). Morales and his gang of hooligans had botched yet another simple mission. Peter B. was giving him lip and wouldn't stop droning on about Mayday. And Hobie…?
Ugh, Miguel didn't even want to think about Hobie.
And worst yet, his own body was driving him crazy. His fangs ached so terribly. The gums around them reddened and tender. His head was fuzzy, and every fiber in his muscles ached, begging to be let free.
"I see you're still working well into the early hours of the morning." A soft feminine voice remarked from the shadows. A lithe Spiderwoman walked up in front of the numerous monitors and screens in front of him.
Miguel grunted. Without any windows in headquarters, he hadn't even noticed the hours passing by. "Hard not to when you have Miles Morales fucking everything up around here."
The Spiderwoman rolled her eyes in fond exasperation. It was obvious even to those who weren't close with Miguel, that he was starting to lose control of himself. He'd be driving everyone crazy for nearly a week. Snapping at the smallest insult, berating the poor new recruit, and worst of all (in Peter B's opinion) refusing to look at the newest reels of Mayday's baby pictures.
In her opinion, Miguel needed to get control of his attitude. And she knew just the fix.
"Miguel, you are too hard on that poor Morales kid. He tries his best and means well."
"Yeah? Well he screws up every single operation I send him out on." Miguel soldiered on, continue to bury himself in his charts, figures, and a figurative stack of reports.
The Spiderwoman hummed. As one of the first ones to be recruited by Miguel into their "Spider society", she's seen Miguel transform from headstrong "One and only" Spiderman to the supreme leader of an elite and deadly Spider Society. Though it was always hard to tell what that man was thinking, she hoped that he would consider her a friend.
She always hoped that he was never too peeved whenever she called him out on his bullshit.
"You seem more stressed than usual." Before Miguel could interrupt her to claim otherwise, she finished. "How can I help?"
Miguel momentarily paused in his work. Their eyes connecting for the briefest moments through the transparent screens that separated them. He faint stress lines on his forehead made the poor man appear older than he deserved. Several strands stuck out from his perfectly gelled hair, no doubt from the numerous times he ran his fingers through his hair. It seemed, at least from her view, that he had so much he wanted to say. Or maybe, it was her heart that yearned for Miguel to finally say what he had been holding back for so long. His shoulders softened at her smile.
"Nah, you've done enough work this week." He averted his eyes away from hers. "Go get some rest before you get too cranky for tomorrow's meeting."
The corners of her lips dipped down in frustration. She didn't need Spidey-senses to be able to tell how the waves of stress rolled off of his tight shoulders in waves.
"How about you and I do a training session together tomorrow?" She asked suddenly. "It's been a while since you got out of your tall pedestal."
His fingers paused in their typing as if he was actually considering it for a moment. The itch under his skin begging to be addressed.
They quickly resumed their work. Miguel let out a frustrated sigh. "I just told you that I'm up to my ears in work. And besides, if it weren't for that Morales kid-"
"I know, I know." She placated. "I know you find it hard to believe, but I do listen to what you tell me."
Miguel scoffed, clearly not believing her.
"Well, I think you could use some training tomorrow. When's the last time you got some fresh air? Really let those…instincts run while."
They looked at each other in the eyes again, this time without the blue-green screens separating them.
Besides Lyla, she was one of the few Spiderpeople to understand how badly the spider DNA affected Miguel. She herself was bitten by a particularly nasty spider and often appeared more animal than human. Miguel tried to pretend otherwise, using temporarily serums and DNA injections to stave off the worst of the symptoms but….
…it was hard hiding that part of himself from someone like her.
Their "training" wasn't…traditional. It was very private, very secret affair that they told no one with the sole exception of Lyla who was bond by code to secrecy. Miguel really doubted what they did together to be counted as training at all. But Miguel and her…were…uniquely biologically disposed in similar enough ways that they could find solace in each other and bond over their more animalistic sides.
Still, didn't make it any less awkward to explain to outsiders.
He was the one to break eye contact first. Looking away, he again pretended to busy himself with silly work.
"Can't." He grunted. "Like I said, I’m busy."
He couldn't help but notice how her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Some other time then," With a small wave of her hand, she disappeared into the darkness, and Miguel naively thought that they could put the conversation to rest.
Like most nights, Miguel somehow managed to squeeze in a couple hours of rather fitful sleep. Sleep was just as difficult as any battle for him. Between He padded to his workstation ready to start a whole new laundry list of tasks.
"Lyla, what's the docket looking like this morning." He asked sleepily, rubbing his face with his large palm, careful to not let his claws pierce his eyes.
"Lyla? C'mon I don't have time for your games."
His voice echoed ominously across the empty room.
Slowly dragging his palm down his face, he finally looked up his screens.
Their automatic sensors were off. The backlights dim, and all of his work had been completely reshuffled.
Someone had been here. Funny enough, he had a pretty good guess as to who. Amidst all the tedious paperwork, there was an old-fashioned sticky note attached to his desk.
"Heya Mig, hope you slept well. If you would like Lyla to be up and running again, come and find me for some sparring practice!
Miguel swore underneath his breath in colorful Spanish. She knew he hated that nickname. His fangs were so sore in his gums. His thoughts felt clouded by a thick fog and moved sluggishly. He could feel the rush of biological chemicals running through his veins. He did not have time for this bullshit.
Punching the written number into his watch, he walked through the open portal into whatever dimension she summoned him to. The sooner he get this over with, the sooner he could go back to work.
Instantly, he was met with a blast of humid heat that did not feel good against his feverish skin. Blinking at the stark sunlight, he took stock of his surroundings. Gigantic prehistoric palm levels, staggering cliffs, and dragonflies the size of German Shepherds.
Great. Prehistoric New York. Spider Rex's Earth. Why on earth would she bring him here?
Miguel's neck craned upwards. The offending spider woman was resting in a cozy little hammock made out of spider webbing as if she had all the time in the word.
She was getting on his nerves.
"I don't have time to play games with you." He shouted from the ground, hoping she could hear him. "Get rid of whatever virus you gave Lyla this time, so we can get back to schedule."
She frowned, staring at him from above. "Hm…wellllll I do have this handy dandy UBS, but I'm afraid you'll have to catch me first to use it."
She hadn't even finished her grand speech before Miguel was already climbing up the rock giving chase. His talons sunk into the sides of the cliff, tearing apart the earth beneath him every time he climbed forward.
Reaching desperately, he clawed at the UBS drive in her fingers. Her wrist snapped back. The thumb drive mere inches away from his reach. He growled dangerously. His patience waning.
Her face split into a grin underneath her mask.
"You thought it was going to be that easy?" She teased. She got up from her homemade hammock. She made a big show of stretching her loose limbs. She was calm as if she were a woman warming up before a Pilates class instead of a Spiderwoman about to be hunted down by her very, very pissed boss.
"Give. Me. The. Stick." Miguel's growled, his tone dangerous.
"Only if you catch me." She sang.
Before Miguel could react, she was gone, using the overgrown palm trees above them to sling away.
They did this quite often. They would meet each other in a throwaway universe, they would spar, Miguel would hunt her down, and they would go back to their lives as normal. If someone like Peter B were to find out about this "training" of theirs, they would call it flirting. But her and Miguel knew better. People whose DNAs were laced with spider DNA….there was a part of themselves they tried to suppress, try to hide for the betterment of spider society.
This was one rare moments where they could let out this side of them.
She zipped and zagged through the thick foliage, like an acrobat weaving through fabric. She danced with the practiced experience of a superhero well-versed in her art. Miguel was just as deadly, breaking through the heavy trees, leaving a trail of broken twigs and disturbed underbrush in his way. In his crazed frenzy, he wrecked havoc on the peaceful forest.
The only warning she got was the glint of slitted amber eyes in darkness, before a weight slammed into her in a frenzied blur. She blocked his arm with one hand. The other held the prized UBS stick out of Miguel's reach tauntingly.
They sparred for a while, well-practiced in each other's movements and attacks. Sometimes she would land a well-placed clever blow on him, and other times his claws would come dangerously close to the UBS. Finally, he managed to pin her lithe form into the forest ground. Miguel's lips turned up into a snarl that showed off his pointed incisors.
She couldn't help but whimper.
His bulking, threatening form was pressed on top of hers. With his body so close against her, he could smell her sweet and alluring scent, making something inside him purr with need. Honeysuckle, soft cotton, and the lavender shampoo she always used.
He did his best to ignore it. This was sparring. Nothing more. It would never be anything more. Don't be creepy to your female subordinate.
"You make this too easy." He growled. "Don't lose your edge so fast."
She panted, trying to even her respiratory rate. His clawed hands were so warm, pressing her arms down onto the ground. He radiated body heat. His pinpoint pupils stared her down, pinning her in place. The moment their gazes met, she couldn't look away, captured by those glowing eyes.
No, no, stop. Don't go there. He was her coworker. Her boss. Her boss with enough emotional baggage to rival any other Spiderperson. This…training they had between them was for professional use only. A way to get the edge off. Like yoga, or boxing. No romance involved.
Her spider instincts said otherwise. It took everything in her to ignore her body that was screaming to get as close to Miguel as possible.
Her voice was raspy with need. "Don't worry, Miguel, I have still have a few tricks up my sleeve."
And with a flick of her wrist, her web trap sprang to life. Without any Spidey senses, intricate sticky web ensnared Miguel in place. She deftly rolled out of his grasp, free again to gloat at another tiny victory. She hovered closely, the eyes on her mask innocent and curious as she observed him.
He growled. His muscles straining against the restraints. "Oh you'll pay for that one, chica."
She tried to hide her giggles behind her hands.
With a quick flex of biceps, the spiderwebs ripped apart. His bulging muscles and claws easily shredding through her webbing like paper. Though he was only caught for a few seconds, it was enough of an opening for her to slip away. Miguel sprung to life lunging after her with clawed hands.
She dodged easily, already slinging away.
He huffed. Infuriating woman. He chased after her retreating form. His blood was pumping hot in his veins. "You know, this is only eating away at the time I have available for all my stupid paperwork." His voice lacked any real heat behind his words. He tried to swipe at her with his talons, only to find her just out of arms reach.
She languidly dogged his arm as she swung on her webbing. "Hmmm. Your work? I did it for you already last night."
Miguel's heart skipped a beat. He almost lost his footing. "Y-you…you did?"
She twisted her body back to face him as she swung backwards with ease. "I did most of the stuff I could do without your explicit approval, with Lyla's help of course." Miguel managed to grab onto her ankle. She broke through his grasp with well-practiced dexterity. "Everything else on your desk is just waiting for your signature."
She didn't have to do his busywork. In fact, Miguel highly discouraged it. She was far more useful in the field. Her competency shouldn't be wasted on tasks that were benefit her. Still, it didn't stop the warmth blooming in his chest.
They flew through the air, going through the motions of this well-practiced dance they had between them. Perhaps it was accidental or more likely it was on purpose, but eventually her pace faltered as she momentarily lost her balance running from Miguel.
It was enough for Miguel.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he finally caught her. He slammed her roughly against the nearest rockwall, perhaps too roughly for anyone else that wasn't a Spider. The forceful impact cracking the wall behind her. It shuddered as rubble fell on top of the both of them. Using his back, Miguel shielded from from most of the debris.
He removed his mask from his face, starved for as much oxygen as he could get.
"Parece que finalmente gané (Look's like I finally won)." His voice was rough with exertion.
Pulling off her own mask She gasped for air. Her hair, sticky with sweat, clung to her face and eyelashes. Her eyes were blown wide from a mixture of adrenaline and exertion. She jutted out her chin arrogantly, or maybe invitingly. "Are you here to collect your prize?"
With a grin on Miguel's handsome face and darkened eyes, he pinned her arms above her, trapping her against the wall. There was no doubt in his mind, that if she truly did not want this, she could easily break free from his grasp. There was a flash of sharp fangs as Miguel loomed over her possessively. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, minds pulsating with animalistic need, he leaned down to kiss her. The prized UBS drive now entirely forgotten.
His lips were so soft and contrasted so nicely against the hard contours of the rest of his body. She eagerly melted into the kiss, wrapping her legs around Miguel's waist to get closer to him. He smelled of sweat, musk, and sandalwood. She struggled not to get drunk off of his scent. Clawed fingers carefully reached up to cup her face, caressing it so gently.
His sharp canines accidentally nicked her bottom lip. Before he could pull away and apologize, she whimpered with need, her tongue darted out, licking at the broken skin. She looked wild, entirely animalistic, giving into her most base urges. Miguel was sure he looked the exact same.
Miguel's fangs latched onto the soft skin of her neck, piercing. She keened, basking in the pleasure. Miguel had enough restraint to at least hold back from injecting her with paralytic venom but as her hands roamed over his pectorals greedily, it was getting harder and harder to stop himself from claiming her.
"Miguel, please." She begged against his skin. Her throat already bruising with love marks, there was two obvious puncture wounds left by Miguel.
The rational, stressed side of him froze at the sight of her. She looked like she'd been attacked by…some monster. What on earth was he thinking? This was his subordinate, someone he respected. Someone who sat right next to him during boring conference meetings. This was wildly inappropriate. Trapping her and just having his way with her.
He pulled back almost scalded. He can't believe he let it get this far.
Seeing his reluctance, she fisted his spidersuit pulling him closer to her. An animalistic growl came from her throat. Her red eyes were dilated with need. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Miguel O'Hara."
"Mierda." What little restrain he had snapped, as he lunged forward to consume her.
Later…much later…he'd ask her again if she would like to spar with him again sometime soon.
