A/N: I've been getting mixed reviews with the months. So I've decided that I'll try to do longer chapters with each month. We'll see how that works out. [MATURE THEMES]

Chapter Twelve

"I'm half a heart without you."

Half A Heart by One Direction

Month 4: Part One

After the make-up, Peter realized that Harry was a direct representation of Peter. He made sure to spoil the other boy with thoughtful gifts, and a bouquet of flowers every once in a while. Once Peter started showing how much he loved the other did the other finally start to believe it. Peter had a ton of fun spoiling the boy and seeing the different expression depending on the gift of that week. It was either fond, affectionate, or just happy. Later those nights, the kisses were sweeter and the cuddles more warm.

Both men were in the office, sitting in another meeting with their Board of Director's about investor's confidence and asking questions about what kind of research was being conducted. After those questions were taken care of, the board told both Peter and Harry that one of them would need to make a trip to London to talk to a potential investor with a lot of resources.

Peter maintained his cool until everyone filed out of the room. "I can't go, I have to stay here. They're going to wonder why I never go on business trips."

"Shh, it's fine. Traveling is second nature to me and I know how to handle these situations," Harry comforted.

"How am I going to protect you?" Peter whispered, bringing the boy to stand in between his thighs, after placing himself on top of the table.

"I'll hire bodyguards," Harry said reasonably.

"I could be a better one," Peter murmured, wrapping his arm around Harry's neck and bringing him closer.

"You need to be here to protect our home," Harry whispered, his lips grazing over Peter's jaw as he spoke.

"You are my home."

Harry's eyes widened slightly, before leaning in for a passionate kiss. Lips met lips like matching puzzle pieces, and arms wound around each other's' bodies with ease after countless times of practice. Their bodies were one without having to make love to one another.

"I love you so much," Peter breathed to him, pulling away when his lungs were screaming for oxygen.

"I know you do," Harry said, connecting their lips together in a sweeter kiss.

Peter knew at that moment that this relationship wasn't going to end anytime. After six months, they were still going strong. He knew he couldn't deny his boyfriend, his very secure boyfriend, the chance to worship each other's bodies and becoming one. He knew he wanted to make love to this beautiful man.

"I love you too," Harry whispered once he pulled away.

Peter smiled, his thumb stroking the others cheek lovingly. He kissed his forehead and pulled him into a tight hug. His pocket began creating static and somebody interfering with "Spiderman, NYPD is being attacked by a human snake in Times Square. We request your assistance."

Peter mentally face-palmed, "These villains really need to get creative."

Harry chuckled, and kissed him once more, "Go. I think I need to stay late tonight anyways. Just swing by once you've finished up."

"Alright, I'll be back," he said, quickly changing into his uniform and jumping out of the window to help the fellow policemen with another uncreative and obnoxious villain who was much too easy to defeat.

Peter was surprised when he saw the man who had held Harry hostage. Instantly, he was blinded by anger and went in for the kill before debriefing with the Captain. He began slinging his web to the man and pulled him down forcefully. The man easily slid back up and grinned maliciously at him. He began using all his webs to render the other motionless. Once he was, Peter walked over and slammed his fist in a right hook across the others cheek.

After that he quickly jogged away and headed back to OSCORP. Before entering the area, he watched as his boyfriend was reading something and began rubbing his temple. He quietly climbed up the wall and to the ceiling. He connected himself to a small, but strong spiderweb and lowered himself on it to where he was facing Harry. Harry became startled, before recognizing the red and blue suit.

"That was mean," Harry said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Peter replied.

"Hm. To what do I owe the pleasure, Spiderman?"

"I have come to be paid back for saving your life."

"With money?"

"No. I don't need any more money."

Harry grinned, before leaning over and gently peeling the mask, revealing his lips and leaning in, kissing him gently. "Thank you for saving me, Spidey."

"I'd do it again," Peter murmured, releasing the web and gently crouched on the table, pulling his mask off to hold Harry's chin as he kissed him deeply, "I'd do it even if it risked my own life."

Harry gasped, and pulled away, "You're life is much more valuable than mine."

Peter smiled, "It's only valuable when you're with me, my love."

Harry beamed at the declaration.

"Let's go home," Peter said, pulling the mask back on and slipping off the table, holding Harry's hand tightly in his covered one, "Hold on."

Peter wrapped an arm around Harry and lifted him up before navigating his way out of the window with the extra body and beginning his descent. He could feel Harry pressing his face into his neck. With only one hand, he made his way through the city back to their home. He slipped inside their bedroom window and set Harry back down on his feet. Harry didn't release him, continuing to hold onto him in a death-like grip.

"Harry, we're home," Peter said softly.

It took a few minutes before Harry pulled away from his hiding place in Peter' neck. He sucked in a deep breath, before looking up at Peter and smacking his chest, "Never again, Peter Parker."

Peter grinned, "You're safe with me."

"I know that, but it doesn't mean I like it," the man said, pulling away and walking over to the bit, a bit unsteady on his feet.

Peter watched the other curiously, before deciding a way to relax his tense boyfriend. "Put on your trunks."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Put on your swimwear," Peter clarified with a smirk. He went to peel off his uniform and rummaged through his belongings, pulling out his blue and white striped trunks and slipped them on. He turned to see Harry tying the strings of his shorts that reached just a bit below mid-thigh. His eyes raked over his partners slim body with lean muscle. Harry was absolute eye candy. Peter padded over to him, wrapping his arms around him from behind while pressing a soft kiss to the others shoulder blades. The warm and toned body he was enveloping was his kryptonite. Every time he tried to restrain himself from the others advances, he was reminded about how beautiful and stunning his love was. After another kiss to the shoulder, he pulled away and took Harry's hand in his own, leading him into the bathroom and to the Jacuzzi spa they hadn't been able to use. He figured now was a great time as he started the water.

Peter pulled Harry in between his legs while they waited for the water and pulled him down to sit on his left thigh. He brought the other one closer and connected their lips in a soft kiss, gentle and experimental. Harry's arms moved to wrap around his neck, draping off his shoulders. The kisses grew in want and need for the other. It was interrupted when Harry pulled away, "Water, Pete."

Peter was reminded about the spa filling up, and turned to see it full. He turned the water off, and then turned the dial to the medium setting for the jets. He watched as Harry slipped in first. And settled on the seat that wrapped around the spa. Peter slipped in after him, sitting across from his blue-eyed boy. Harry smirked at him.

"Ever the romantic, Pete," Harry said.

"I don't see you complaining," Peter replied.

"I rather like it," he agreed.

"Hm," was the reply from the brown eyed boy.

Peter leaned his head back and let the jets work wonders on his sore and tense muscles. He could feel the tension melt away and the knots being unwound by the forceful water pressure. He opened his eyes when he felt a disturbance in the water. Harry had made his way over and had gently straddled the boys thighs. Peter's hand went up to his waist and held on.

"Eyes on me," Harry said, dipping in for another kiss, only this one lacked any type of gentleness. Harry nipped at his lower lip and forced him into a deep and passionate kiss, and he knew where this would end up and he didn't have the heart to pull away or slow the kiss into one of gentle presses of lips on lips. The tension between the two was merely a want for the others bodies and to connect on a more intimate level. He couldn't deny it any longer.

He pulled away from Harry's tempting and delicious lips and latched onto his neck, biting down before sucking on it. He dropped a kiss on it, before moving to his chest, trailing kisses to Harry's hardened nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and earned a delightful whine from the male above him. After pleasuring the nipple for a few more seconds, he trailed kisses over to the one to give it attention as well. Peter looked up to see Harry's eyes closed. He sucked on the sensitive bud nibbled on it gently, before releasing it from his mouth.

His hands mad work of touching ever centimeter of bare skin Harry's chest and back had to offer as he bit and sucked more love-bites onto the flesh. With his added strength, he lifted the male up by holding underneath his thighs. Harry wrapped his arms around Peter's neck as he stepped out of the spa and back into the bedroom, lips locked in another intense kiss.

Peter gently laid the other down on the comforter. His hands still clutched on the others thighs as he continued kissing him as he stroked the warm and damp skin. Harrys fingers had interwoven themselves into his hair. Peter pulled away from the kiss, "I love you."

Harry's eyes opened, and Peter could see the lust-blown eyes looking back at him, "Show me."

Peter gulped, but nodded. He would show just how much he loved his Harry. Peter's fingers went to the strings on Harry's shorts and untied them, gently releasing the velcro that held the material together and slipping them off of his pale lover. After the article of clothing was removed, he went to pull down the boxers, pulling them off and throwing them to the ground with a thud as they were still wet. Peter's eyes were met with Harry's hardened member, leaking in arousal. He wrapped his hand around it and began stroking it up and down. Harry began making soft, low moans. Peter peppered Harry's stomach with kisses as he worked his hand up and down.

He settled on his knees and without delay, brought the head of his lovers member into his mouth. He sucked gently on it, his own arousal hardening even more by the delicious gasps and whimpering noises his lover was making. He went down as best as he could, and pulled off. After a few seconds of this, he pulled off completely, not wanting his lover to release his arousal just yet. He stood off and removed his trunks and briefs, and moved back to his lover.

"Scoot back to the middle of the bed," Peter said, a bit breathless. Harry did as he was told, but his gaze was staring at Peter's arousal. Peter climbed onto the bed and settled between Harry's thighs. "This is what you do to me," Peter said, bending down to kiss Harry.

He moved to the side of the bed to open up the drawer in the bedside table and brought out a small tube. He situated himself between Harry's legs and popped the cap open. He squeezed the lube onto his index and middle finger. "This is going to be cold," Peter warned as he gently placed his fingers at Harry's opening. Harry tensed.

"Shh, relax. If I don't prepare you, it'll hurt," Peter murmured gently. He worked his index finger around the entrance before pushing it in. Harry's eyes closed, and Peter could only imagine how strange the feeling might be. After he was able to fit his finger, he added his middle. He rubbed over a nub-like part and Harry instantly moaned, "Do that again."

Peter grinned, he had found Harry's prostate. He rubbed over it once more, before sliding his fingers from the entrance. Harry whined and opened his eyes. Peter squirted the lube onto his member and used his hand to lather it up. His neglected arousal was sensitive. He moved closer to Harry and placed the head right at Harry's entrance. He leaned over Harry, hands by his chest, and gently pushed in. Harry groaned in pain, and tensed considerably. Peter stopped and waited for his lover to adjust to his length. He pushed in once more when Harry's face relaxed. After a couple tries of this, he was all the way in. He collapsed onto Harry, his mind foggy with pleasure at the tightness of Harry. He pulled out a bit and pushed back in, rubbing over Harry's sweet spot. With the instant pleasure erasing the pain, Peter was able to move his hips into a gentle rhythm. Peter watched as Harry's face expressed his pleasure. Harry's eyes were staring up at him, his mouth open as he tried to breathe. Peter bent his head down and pulled the other into a kiss as his movement began to quicken. He could feel his release. Seconds later, he could feel Harry tighten even more around him before releasing himself onto Peter and his bellies. That was the catalyst for Peter, and with another jerk of his hips, he came in Harry. Peter pulled away from Harry's lips, and buried his face beside him, his body resting on top of Harry's satiated. After their climax, and they were able to breathe normally again, Peter rolled off of Harry and his limp member pulled out from Harry's entrance. Harry rolled to his side and kissed Peter's arm.

"I love you," Harry whispered.

Peter smiled, "I love you too."

Peter helped a boneless Harry get under the covers and cuddled up beside him, wrapping the other in his arms as they lulled each other to sleep.

The next morning, Peter felt deliciously sore and rested. Harry was next to him, fast asleep on his chest. He laid there in the after bliss, and was glad that he felt no guilt or negative thoughts about making love to Harry the night before.

Peter knew Harry was awake when he could sense the change in breathing. Harry groaned, before making his way to straddle Peter's body and placing his face in Peter's neck. Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around the sleepy and cuddly male. "I'm sore," Harry whined.

"I can give you tome Tylenol," Peter said, kissing Harry's neck and collarbone.

"No," Harry said, "Don't leave. You're warm."

"I can tell by the way you're lying on me like an octopus," Peter said teasingly.

Harry chuckled, but made no movement. Peter stroked Harry's back with his knuckles, trailing them softly up and down the expanse of Harry's spine, settling to rest at the lower part of his back.

"Happy six months, babe," Peter said.

Harry pushed himself to sit up and sat up, no shyness in his naked form, "You remembered!"

Peter rolled his eyes, sitting up as well to be closer to Harry, "How could I forget, my love?"

Harry blushed, but leaned in to kiss him.

Peter kissed him softly for a few more seconds, before pulling away, "Did you make plans for today?"

"We have reservations tonight at a restaurant," Harry said.

Peter grinned, "You look hot in a tux, you know."

"I do know, you always remind me whenever I need to wear one," Harry replied.

"We might not make it to our reservation. I might not be able to control my urges anymore," Peter said darkly.

Harry's eyes dilated, "That would be a shame, since I made these reservations a month ago."

"It wouldn't necessarily be a shame if I could have my way with you," Peter replied, rolling Harry over to lay on his back. Peter's hands slid from his waist to Harry's thighs, opening them up a bit more.

"Peter," Harry breathed.

Both men were aroused now, and Peter brought Harry off into a sweet climax by stroking him. Harry returned the favor, and Peter came in minutes, not having a high libido after seeing Harry's pleasure-induced face and having Harry's hand and mouth on him. It was sensory overload.

They made their way into the shower, spending more of the time kissing and touching one another than actually cleaning each other. Even so, they were able to shower and step out of it. Peter noticed Harry was limping just a bit and moved to the medicine cabinet and handed him the bottle of pain reliever. Harry took it, blushing. Peter kissed his lovers cheeks, "Nothing to be shy of love, as long as you felt good."

"I did," Harry whispered back.

"I'm glad, not take two of those. I'm going to put some clothes on and change the bedding," Peter said, kissing him and walking out of the bathroom.