Author's Notes: In a way I guess this is a spiritual successor to both Man of Steel and Bat-Romance combining the lay-out of Bat-Romance with the premise of Man Of Steel for a new Spider-Man saga. This is based on Dan Slott's Superior Spider-Man saga where Doctor Octopus has taken over Peter's body and become Spider-Man but I refer to him as Peter for almost all of the story just to avoid creepiness factor.
Mary-Jane Watson called out, the wind whipping at her hair as she soared through the sky. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders as Spider-Man swung through the streets of New York. He was right; it had been ages since they'd done this. Maybe this was what had been missing on the last few dates. Where they dates? Or was she just imagining that? Was it just her imagination that she and Peter were getting back together?
In truth, Peter had seemed different these last few weeks. More prepared, more calculated, more... mature... Perhaps they were ready for another shot at a relationship. She was disappointed when they reached her home. With his spider-strength, he eased open her window and she slipped inside. Crouching outside on the railing, he waited to be called in. MJ switched on the light in her apartment and beckoned him in with a grin.
Finally, a success, Peter thought. He was more than just the Amazing Spider-Man now. With Dr Octopus' mind, he was the Superior Spider-Man, and that meant he was going to be superior in every way. Particularly with the ladies...
"Would you like to stay for coffee, Peter?" she asked, almost nervously. Peter grinned; he knew what coffee was code for. "I'd love to..." he said, a soft, alluring tone to his voice. "I should get out of this costume though," he whispered in her ear. She nodded and pointed to the bathroom although he knew where it was. He was gone by the time she looked back, his mask on the arm of the couch.
MJ picked up the mask and examined it closely. It held so many memories for her, so many passion-filled memories. She remembered his birthday just a few years ago, back when they'd been married. He'd had a hard day at work, and had simply been laying there, watching the lightning when she'd come in, dressed only in tight red panties and a green, almost see-through robe. He'd said something about watching the lightning as a child, but she hadn't been paying much attention. She'd dropped the robe and asked him to show her, climbing into the bed with him.
She felt her arousal growing as she remembered that night. The problem then had been that, indicated by the flash of red lightning, he'd been called away. They'd never gotten to finish his birthday gift... She couldn't take it anymore, just thinking about it. Dressed in a tight black top and a pair of skinny jeans, like she had been when she'd first met him, she went to her bedroom. Peter had been so long in the bathroom now that she decided to surprise him. She pushed open the door.
"Face it tiger, you just hit the Jackpot..." Peter grinned as she entered to find him lying on her bed, only in his tight white boxers. A lustful look had come over his eyes. "Peter!" she cried out, "How did you...?" He raised a finger to stop her, "I know you MJ," he said, as his explanation, "Besides, I didn't bring any clothes to change into..." A naughty smile spread across her beautiful face. Like she'd said earlier: he was more calculated.
She climbed onto him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her head dropping to meet his in a kiss. Peter felt the bulge in his underwear grow. He rested his hands on her hips as they kissed before sliding them up her back, under her shirt and deftly unclipping her bra. MJ barely seemed to notice.
She moaned out softly as Peter flipped her onto her back, laying his body on top of hers gently. His hands roamed her chest beneath her black shirt before easing it up over her head and off her body. He did grope her boobs but only briefly, moving down her body quickly. As his hands passed over her abdomen and past her hips, she moaned again. She could feel him in every crook and curve of her body. He knew just how she liked to be touched.
Parker's old memories were coming in handy, as he held and treasured her body, breathing her in with every breath. Everything about her was familiar; the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, and the sounds that escaped her, yet at the same time, every moan he brought her was a new conquest for a superior Spider-Man. He gripped the edge of her jeans and tried to yank them off in one swift movement but they caught on her hips and she laughed. He raised his eyebrows as if accepting the challenge.
His hands trickled round her waist and rubbed gently past the top of her thighs until he reached the zipper of her bottoms which he slowly dragged down. The jeans budged more easily now and he dropped them to her ankles. He looked her over, observing her almost naked form. Her skin was a little paler than most but from what he had observed, that was hardly an uncommon trait in natural redheads. His eyes fixed on the outbreak of tiny, almost unnoticeable freckles that dotted the ridge of her nose but left the rest of her body well alone. They dragged down past the adorable dimples in her cheeks, over her large and firm breasts, along the curvy hips of her waist and to her soft, lacey, blue panties. He smirked.
MJ went red in the face as his hands pinched the sides of her underwear. She had forgotten that the knickers she was wearing had a picture of the Spider-Man mask on the front. Her embarrassment faded as he didn't comment on them, he barely even seemed surprised. He was more prepared. The cute undies slid over her flesh and down to join the jeans trapped at her ankles. His fingers trailed back up her legs, stroking her thighs before reaching her vagina.
Peter treasured every face she made and every moan she emitted as he toyed with her pussy. His soft fingers rubbed her wet cunt. She got more uncontrolled as he got faster, wailing out and wriggling in his grasp as he pressed down on her clit. He roughly fingered her and sweat covered her writhing body. With his free hand, he took hers and guided it to his erection, still contained within his own underwear. "Do you want me?" he whispered, dropping her small nimble hand onto his cock. "Yes!" she gasped as his fingers slid inside her pussy. She rubbed his shaft through the barrier before gripping the hem and tearing them off. Peter smirked.
He released his controlling grip on her vagina and she breathed out heavily, her chest rising. Without a word, he placed his hands on her hips, and spun her around so she faced into the bed. She felt his penis pressing at her ass. Usually Peter had been talkative when they made love in the past but this time had hardly spoken a word. He was also a lot more confident, more controlling. She liked the new Spider-Man.
He wasted no time, thrusting his cock into her ass and humping up and down. More wails and groans escaped her lips as he grinded into her. His hands slithered around her and gripped her boobs again, pumping them up and down in time to the movements of his dick. He rolled his hips into her again and again while he groped her, screwing her harder and harder into her bed. She clutched onto the edges of the sheets as he fucked her. His lips kissed down her back, his tongue scraping against her skin.
Peter felt himself growing closer to cumming as he pounded her tight ass. He figured the old Peter hadn't used this entrance as much and was enjoying the novelty. Brushing her hair aside, his lips came down onto the back of her neck, nibbling gently as his eyes watched her dark red hair, splayed across the pillow, moving with each thrust. The usually sturdy bed was shaking beneath them as he screwed her and it occurred to him that the old Peter had always moderated his spider-strength in bed. He was taking her harder than she had ever been taken before, harder than anyone else could screw her.
The bed felt like it could break beneath them and so with one last moan from Mary-Jane, Peter came. She closed her eyes as he ejaculated into her ass, his hands dropping her boobs and gripping her butt-cheeks, gently spreading them and sliding his dick out. His cum dripped onto her back as for a moment he just sat there, on top of her. Then he slid himself off and she sat up also, her hair a mess and dropping in front of her eyes. He kissed her cheek and she smiled.
"I'm sorry," he said. MJ's heart jumped. Why did he have to apologise for everything? It was like he had a condition. "But this isn't going to work," he continued and her heart dropped. "I can do the maths; you love me as Peter and as Spider-Man. The problem is that you can't love me because I'm Peter and Spider-Man. Our relationship is the ultimate trap, and the only way I can keep you safe, the only way I can save you, is to let you go..." He stroked her cheek caringly, kissing her for the last time. She looked in to his eyes, not bothering to fault his argument; she couldn't even if she'd wanted to. "I know..." she muttered reluctantly and Peter smiled. As she'd said before: More Mature.
The Superior Spider-Man's mind was filled with endless possibilities now. Finally he could stop obsessing over Watson, he could move on with his life onto new conquests. The only question was... who next?
Author's Notes: Peter and MJ have such a rich history I couldn't resist using some so obviously there's references to their first meeting back in Amazing Spider-Man issue 42 but also a scene from J Michael Straczynski's Happy Birthday arc from around issue 500. Lets' just hope Frank Miller doesn't write a sequel to this story eh? (Spider-Man Reign joke to kill your happiness because I am evil! :P)