Shoot! I chose the wrong one I meant 8 with Silk and Web-Weaver (I can take it)
8. “I can take it.”
I have to say I'm a little ashamed that this is the first fic I'm writing for them, maybe I'll add it to a future messy love square fic. Smut under the cut!
The wonderful thing about crime fighting is that it makes an excellent aphrodisiac. The night is cool and Cooper’s skin is hot beneath the costume. Adrenaline sings in his veins, leftover from a fight that was over far too quickly. Everything is sharp and warm and Cooper needs a way to work off this extra energy, something rough and demanding. Something—No, someone that can put up a much better fight than those crooks in ugly ski masks.
And Silk is standing right there, illuminated by moonlight on this empty rooftop. His breath coming in quick pants, he’s no doubt feeling that same post-fight high, and his hair glistening with sweat. He sweeps it out of his face and their eyes meet. And then Silk’s boots are thudding across the roof and Cooper can almost see the smirk beneath his mask.
“Not bad, hero boy.” Silk stands chest to chest with Web-Weaver, his fingers dancing over his shoulders like he’s brushing away dust. But they both know how this song and dance goes, any excuse to touch and any excuse to run.
Not tonight, Cooper decides, he’s tired of dancing this dance in full costume.
“Not bad, yourself.” Cooper steps closer and suddenly they’re touching, really touching not just flirty grazing of fingers. Silk’s hands shift to rest on his shoulder blades. If he didn’t want this, he could step back, step away from the challenge. Instead, Silk tilts his head to accommodate Cooper’s extra height, his covered face pressed into the juncture of his neck and collarbone. He makes contact but when it’s through two layers of fabric, it’s an unsatisfying pantomime of what they really want.
Cooper’s hands come to rest on Silk’s side, slender fingers creeping under the hem of his leather jacket as if he intends to take it off. Silk gasps at the gentle, barely there touch and Cooper can almost feel the ghost of his breath on his neck.
“We should…” Silk’s hands trail over the planes of his back as if only now appreciating the muscle beneath the finery. His hand comes to rest on the back of his neck and he squeezes. Cooper’s knees go weak, he’s not so delicate to fall to the ground just yet, but he can’t stop himself from leaning more of his weight onto Silk. And if his knee finds its way between his legs, pulling another delicious gasp from the masked vigilante, no one’s around to see. The way Silk turns to putty in his hands and Cooper does the same for him is a secret only for them.
“We should,” Silk tries again, “do some more patrolling.”
Cooper squeezes his waist, met with no softness, only muscle that quivers at his touch. “priorities, priorities,” he tuts.
“Should do something,” Silk groans, grinding into Cooper’s leg unconsciously as he grips the back of Cooper’s neck harder.
“Seems like we’re doing something now,” Cooper says.
“Don’t want to ruin this costume,” Silk says tightly like he’s thinking about ruining both their costumes.
“Doesn’t the steamy anonymity thing get old, Silk?” Cooper asks, teasing at the dip of his hip, but never moving lower. “Or is there something else I should call you?”
Silk chuckles at that, but doesn’t respond. Instead, his clever fingers find the edge of Cooper’s mask, rolling the fabric to reveal an inch of skin. Gloved fingers touch bare skin and Cooper's full body shudders, that one touch more erotic than anything in recent memory.
“The mystery is half the fun,” Silk whispers and Cooper can almost imagine his lips against his skin.
“As if I know the names of half my hookups,” Cooper grumbles.
“Web-Weaver,” Silk sighs.
He’s about to step away, but Cooper keeps a firm grip on his waist. His other hand finally touches what’s aching between his legs. Silk whines, beautiful and perfect, and Cooper has to hear it again.
“We can keep the costumes on, honey,” Cooper whispers into his ear and he wishes he could take it into his mouth.
“Only one of us can expose our mouth,” Silk says, “and I don’t want to risk your identity.”
Cooper rolls his eyes beneath the mask. God, he wishes chivalry was dead. With a deep breath, he falls to his knees. He grips the back of Silk’s thighs, doing his best to beg with nothing but the mask. Silk’s eyes widen and his cheeks go red as he rests his hand on Cooper’s head with reverence.
“What’s life without a little risk?” Cooper leans his head back, putting the stripe of skin on full display. “Come on, I can take it.”
That seems to break Silk’s resolve. He traces the inch of exposed flesh, his gloves warm and smooth, before squeezing gently at the pulse point. Hooking his fingers under the mask, he pulls it upwards. For a moment, Cooper thinks he’ll take it all. He imagines hands tangled in his hair, lips clashing, and eyes finally meeting.
But Silk pulls it just above his mouth. Cooper would sob if his mouth wasn’t watering. Now is not the time for faces and names. The moment is too hot and sharp for something so soft.
Silk’s thumb traces over the fullness of Cooper’s lips and he eagerly takes it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Silk has no way of knowing that Cooper is staring into his eyes through the mask, but still, his gaze is filled with heat, only growing hotter with each moment.
“I haven’t seen a mouth this pretty since…” Silk trails off, content to leave the thought there.
“The rest of me is pretty too,” Cooper says, pulling away from his hand.
“Not tonight, baby,” Silk says, but he doesn’t say ‘not ever.’
Silk’s hands keep touching, down his lips, across his jawline, squeezing at his throat. Cooper can’t take this anymore. He feels along Silk’s costume, looking for the seam between the shirt and pants. When he finally finds it, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband, Silk freezes.
“You’re really doing this?” he asks.
“Why else would you need my mouth exposed, darling?”
“Maybe I just wanted to hear your witty banter more clearly.” Silk pets along his head the way anyone else would run their fingers through hair, sweet and gentle and not what Cooper wants, but what he needs. “You do have such a lovely voice.”
Cooper bites back a moan, burying his face into the side of Silk’s thigh. “I do hope you’ll continue saying such nice things when your cock is in my mouth.”
“Of course,” Silk says, “I know you’ll be good for me.”
Oh, if he keeps saying things like that Cooper might not survive long enough to actually suck him off. He pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock. They’re alone on this rooftop, but still anyone could see them and Cooper wants to be the only one treated to what Silk exposes to him, even if it’s not enough.
Cooper doesn’t waste a moment getting him into his mouth, his cock hot and heavy on his tongue. He takes him down slowly, reveling in each shudder and gasp Silk lets slip from his lips. His head is tight on Cooper’s scalp and it’s almost as good as having fingers tangled in his hair. For all the desire and desperation in his eyes, Silk doesn’t take more than Cooper gives, keeping his hips still.
Cooper pauses as the tip hits the back of his throat, appreciating the stretch in his jaw and savoring the taste of Silk on his tongue. He could stay like this forever, but his body is still thrumming with adrenaline from the fight and needs more.
“Good, so good,” Silk says as he gazes down at Cooper sitting still and pliant beneath him.
With a deep inhale, Cooper takes him to the root. Silk’s grip on him tightens and he lets out a guttural moan. But ever the gentleman, he does not thrust his hips deep, only shakes and squirms beneath him. A pity really.
“Oh god, Weaver,” Silk cries, “good, god please don’t stop!”
Cooper pulls back but goes down just as easily, bobbing his head and sucking. All the while, praise pours from Silk’s lips along with some absolutely filthy noises. Cooper is desperately hard, but for now, the taste of him and the feeling of being needed is enough to keep him on the edge. Cooper has to wonder if anyone else has ever been this good for Silk. Something about the masks, the costumes, and the cold night air against the sweaty fabric makes it all feel all the more intense, but like a dream at the same time.
Eventually, Silk pulls Cooper off of him, doubling over and breathing hard. “Wait, wait, I’m close,” he stutters out.
“Well…” Cooper licks him root to tip along the sensitive underside, enjoying the way he nearly sobs with pleasure. “I don’t want a drop on this costume, not a single drop.”
“I can do that,” Silk says almost in a daze.
Cooper sucks him back into his mouth with a hum, toying with the tip with his tongue. He sucks and bobs his head, all the things he’s supposed to, but with Silk this close, he’s just teasing him. The taste of pre-come is bitter on his tongue and he can feel Silk twitch. He takes him deep into his throat one last time and he’s coming down his throat.
“Weaver, god fuck, feels so good,” Silk moans, quiet like a prayer just for him, as he finishes.
Cooper swallows it all because he was serious about not getting anything on the suit. Silk watches him, gaze still heated, his hand reaching for his throat once again just to feel him swallow.
Cooper is about to stand but Silk drops to his knees beside him. He shoves his hand down Cooper’s pants, taking his cock in hand. The leather of his gloves is smooth and warm, like fire against his skin. It’s not pretty and it’s over far too soon, but god does it feel good, finally releasing the tension that’s been building all night.
When the afterglow fades and Silk removes his hand, covered in his come, Cooper rolls down his mask and glares at him.
“I said not a drop on the suit and you just—”
“You said on the suit,” Silk chuckles, “nothing about in the suit.”
“This is disgusting,” Cooper pouts, motioning to himself.
With his clean hand, Silk grabs the front of his mask, lifting it just enough to keep everything hidden but enough to slip his other hand inside. “I wouldn’t say that.”
Cooper is stunned into a stuttering mess. “Oh, um well that doesn’t exactly fix the uh problem at hand.”
“Can you be good for me, baby?” Silk asks. He pushes on Cooper’s chest, making him lay on his back, while the other toys with his waistband.
Cooper: *Punches villain* That's for hurting of the love of my life!
Villain: Who the-
Albert: He's talking about me!
Albert: I'm the love of your life?🥺
Cooper: I don't know, I'm still angry at you
I imagine they kinda have the same vibe as Kakashi and Guy when it comes to their relationship
They kinda look like Naruto's distant uncles lmao
↓ Some backstory stuff + lore ↓
Thank you to @theshaddowedsnow for helping me with some of the lore building hehe
So, Cooper is one of the few remaining Spiders whose families migrated to the Hidden Leaf after the Spiders' village was destroyed by the Akatsuki/Inheritors. The Spiders are basically the Uchihas and they all have the Sharingan and all that.
Cooper lived with his parents, whom were very harsh on him due to his lack of skills and him not being able to awaken his Sharingan, even willing to degrade him in front of others.
Meanwhile, Albert came from parents who were both well respected shinobi, one of them being a Jinchuriki to the Void Symbiote, and has a sister who is also a Spider. Despite not being a Spider himself, he's well trained in the ninja arts.
Albert dismisses Cooper as someone who's setting himself up for failure, but his dad believes he'd make a perfect rival for Albert.
During their time at the Academy, Cooper and Albert become eternal rivals. While Albert doesn't take it too seriously, Cooper shows his dedication to their rivalry.
During their Genin years, Cooper would ask to spar him every chance he gets even when Albert doesn't want too. But Albert would do them for Cooper's own sake.
Things take a turn when the Void Symbiote goes haywire and terrorizes the hidden leaf. The Void Symbiote then gets sealed inside Albert by his mom before the Symbiote impaled both his parents Minato and Kushina-style.
This deeply traumatized him and his sister, whom awakened her Sharingan. Albert was seen as a monster to the village because of the symbiote inside of him.
Despite all of that, Cooper continues challenging Albert. Except this time, Albert would decline and slowly distance himself from the others.
At one point, Cooper witnessed the death of his parents, which ultimately activates Cooper's Sharingan and manifests his spider abilities.
Cooper would then begin researching on spiders and advance his skills. He managed to develop his own jutsus and ninja art skills, he grew stronger and is willing to go aggressively on his enemies.
Meanwhile, both Cooper and Albert gets promoted to being a part of the ANBU. While Albert accepts the offer, Cooper declines because he believed it would his mental state, especially after the death of his parents.
Albert becomes more distant and cold during his time in the ANBU, even going far as not coming home. Despite all that, Cooper always asked him to at least hang out even if they didn't do any challenges.
This resulted in the two having a huge falling out.
Albert tells Cooper to take no for an answer and to leave him alone, while Cooper tells Albert that he's only gotten more worse since joining the ANBU Ops.
Since then, Cooper no longer bothered stopping Albert and instead let him do what he wants.
At one point, Cooper and Albert both ending up in a mission together. Cooper watches Albert kill off the enemy and couldn't help but worry for his wellbeing
Cooper confronts the Hokage, Cassandra Webb, and begs her to remove Albert from the ANBU because he's not fit for it. Albert overhears this and confronts Cooper about it.
Cooper finally breaks and yells at Albert for becoming the man that he now is, calling him an empty husk who became nothing but a killing machine. Cooper then storms away after telling him to die in a ditch for all he cared.
The last few moments with Cooper took a toll on Albert, the only other person who had chased after him and worried about him is no longer in his life. It made him regret his decisions more.
It wasn't until Albert's last ANBU mission where he gets severely injured by an enemy opponent, Cooper and a few other Shinobi were also involved in the mission. Right when the enemy was about strike and kill him for good, Cooper intervened and instantly killed the enemy.
Cooper then retreats from the scene with Albert and takes him to the hospital to receive medical attention. Albert and Cooper both apologize to each other for what they said.
Albert gets taken off the ANBU and became a Jonin along with Cooper, who also became a teacher to the newer genin.
