Part 3

You did well. Your father would have been proud of you. I am proud of you.

Harry stared at the red stain on his hands. Then at the image on the bathroom mirror blankly.

What have I done?

Like father like son... Oh don't play innocent with me... Don't tell me you don't remember? You enjoyed it as much as I do. Look at the blood on your hands...

Harry raised one hand above his head, examining it closely against the light.

It's really not that much blood. He smiled almost insanely. So much pain and yet very little blood. I must have been an expert. I couldn't have spider man bled too much and died on me now, can I?

The image in the mirror looked back at him as if shocked. Or rather, pleasantly surprised.

"What? Did you expect me to back down, crack or something?" Harry cocked his head, looking straight at the mirror, "You didn't think you persuaded me to do this, did you? I did it out of my own free will, Goblin."

Oh you're even better than your father, Harry.

Evil laughter rang out throughout the house.

Harry stared at the image in the mirror unflustered.

I chose to hurt Spider Man out of my own free will. I wanted to hurt Peter Parker with my own hands. For revenge of what he had done to me... I know what I'm doing. But why does it hurt?

Harry's fingers traced over the position of his heart; invisible hands seemed to be squeezing the gently beating organ every second and unknown pain gripped him.

Why do I feel like I'm hurting as much as Peter?

X X X

Peter struggled weakly in his bonds. He had recovered a little from the ruthless tortures he had been subjected to. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough strength to break through the handcuffs yet.

Any minute now. Peter thought miserably. Harry was never late to their little "dates".

"You don't seem too please to see me, Peter?"

Sure enough, Harry had arrived.

Footsteps stopped in front of his bed. Peter refused to open his eyes. He heard the sickening sound of Harry tearing open some plastic bag. He knew it was coming.

In order to keep him prisoner, Harry had been administrating injections on a daily basis. Peter didn't know what kind of drug had been forced into his system, but he had always felt really weak after the injection. The side effect of the drug was super heightened senses. He would feel pain ten times as bad. Harry really didn't have to do much to make him hurting.

The familiar sharp object pointed against his arm. Peter shuddered as the foreign substance was introduced into his blood stream once more.

"Harry, you have to fight it." Peter decided to talk while he still can. Once Harry got it rolling, he would be reduced to screaming only.

"Fight what?" Harry seemed rather conversational today.

"Goblin." Peter said, "He is doing this to you. Can't you see? You have to be stronger."

"You have that wrong, Peter." Harry answered calmly, "I know what I'm doing. I WANTED to do this. All of this is proceeding according to my plan; to kidnap you, keep you prisoner and torture you until death."

"You're under the Goblin's control. Just like your father."

Peter must have pushed the wrong button by saying that. He received a hard back hand slap.

"I'm under no one's control!" Harry shouted furiously, "I did this to you because I hate you."

"You don't hate me." Peter started saying whatever that came to his mind. "We are best friend."

"Friend? Friend?" Harry snarled, "We are no friend when you killed my father. I HATE you!"

"You don't hate me." For some reason, Peter felt the need to reiterate this statement. Perhaps deep inside his heart, Peter simply refused to believe that Harry would hate him. Goblin must be the one behind this, tricking his best friend to hate him. Hearing the "I hate you" statement from Harry over and over was more hurting than even the physical torture.

"But I do hate you," Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice calm but dangerous. "You don't understand, do you? The feeling of your life being taken, shaken, stolen away from you. Maybe... when you have something being TAKEN away from you, then you will understand this feeling?"

"What are you saying? Taken away...? You mean..." Sudden adrenaline rush made Peter strong enough to arch up from his position, "Don't you dare do anything to MJ!"

"MJ? MJ! It's always Mary Jane Watson." Harry hissed, "Who cares about that girl? Nobody is going to do anything to her!"

"Oh..." Peter fell back to the mattress, somewhat relieved that no harm will come to Mary Jane.

Mary Jane Watson. The only person Peter cared about. The girl Peter loves.

These thoughts crossed Harry's mind and he found himself burning with irrational anger. He hated the way Peter always thought about Mary Jane first before everything and everyone else. Could it be jealousy that he was feeling? He dismissed the thought as ridiculous. How could he be jealous about that girl?

He had no interest of killing that girl although that might be the best way to really hurt Peter. Instead, an idea started to form in his head as he examined the form in front of him.

He had discarded Peter's street clothes earlier, but had left the young man in the tight Spider Man suit. There were cuts and torn on the suit during some of their previous 'sessions'. The exposed skins at various places and the well toned muscles hidden beneath the spandex suddenly became extremely appealing.

"Aren't you interested to know what do I want to 'take' from you, Peter?" Harry mused as he made up his mind.

"Take whatever you want..." Peter murmured somewhat sluggishly as the drug starting to take its effect, "take my life for all I care..."

He certainly didn't expect Harry bending down deliberately and kissed him full on the lips.

"What...? What are you doing?" Peter's eyes flew wide open as he fumbled for words.

"I'm going to take YOU."

Peter was completely shocked.

"Hey, how far have you and Mary Jane gone in your relationship?" Harry produced a small pocket knife and proceeded to cut the spider suit open.

"Kiss?" Harry looked at Peter for a brief second before resuming his task, "Certainly you've past that line. How about anything further?"

Peter was unable to formulate any answer as he felt Harry's cold fingers tracing a line down his bare chest.

"Answer me," Harry's voice was dangerously low.

"Nothing further!" Too stumped to lie, Peter admitted truthfully, "We haven't even got together for that long..."

"Really? How about with anyone else? Have you done it?"

"NO! She is the only girl I ever loved... How could I have done it with anyone else?"

"Ah You need love to have sex. Then why didn't you jump at the first opportunity when Mary Jane finally ran towards your open arms? I would think that's the first thing you want to do after all these years of waiting?"

"Well the first night I have to go save someone trapped in a burning house... Besides, it was a bit chaotic following the strings of events and I was also worried about you..." Peter mumbled, not quite knowing what he was saying.

"Worrying about me makes you forgo the chances of having sex with your new girl friend? There's probably not another guy as innocent as you in this whole New York City." Harry muttered. "Your innocence, your body, I will take everything away from you tonight. I will mark you as mine. Mary Jane will not lay claim on you."

Hearing those words, Peter snapped out of the trance he had been in ever since Harry kissed him.

"You are crazy!" Peter renewed his fruitless struggles against his bonds.

"Crazy, am I?" Harry's voice hardened. Shoving Peter back against the bunk hard enough to knock the breath out of him, he pinned him there with the weight of his body and began kissing him savagely on the mouth. Peter struggled furiously, but Harry held him down.

"Ouch!"

Knowing his struggles were futile, Peter chose to bit Harry on the lip instead.

"You are that unwilling with me...?" Harry's expression was impassive as he wiped the blood from his lip.

Peter thought he caught a look of hurt on Harry's face, but it was so brief that Peter convinced himself it was merely his imagination.

"You know, the drugs I have been injecting into your system that makes you feel pain much worse than they really are," Harry grinned evilly, "it can also be used to make you feel pleasure much easier. This doesn't have to be painful. It can be incredibly pleasurable instead..."

Taking into the sight of the tense and slightly trembling form in front of his eyes, Harry continued softly, "Struggle all you want, Peter. Scream for all I care. No one will hear you. You will be mine tonight..."

To be Continued...