So I realize this fic is special, but c'mon, it's hot! If I haven't already done it: I don't own these characters. Read and Review (please review) unless you have a flame, then refrain.

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Peter supposed he'd fallen asleep in the many hours Harry was absent, but soon enough, Harry entered the room, obviously drunk, by the graceful way he walked. He pulled a string of keys from his belt and unlocked the cell.

"Let me just inform you Spidey," he growled, "If you try and escape it won't work, I've set up something of a journey to find the door out, so don't even think you're leaving."

He yanked the other man out of the prison and slammed him up against the wall, attacking his lips angrily, pressing his body up against the weaker man. Harry pushed his knee slightly against Peter's groin, only for a second, before sliding his hand down to get a hold of the cock. He slid his hand along it a few times before shoving Peter to his knees. Harry unzipped his pants and shoved his already erect member into Peter's mouth. He pushed it deeper in, pushing Peter's head against the wall with the force.

"Suck it hard, if you want any real meal tonight," Harry hissed. Peter hesitantly began to work harder, in order to maximize Harry's pleasure and score some food. Harry let out a large spill into his mouth, and Peter reluctantly gulped down every drop. Harry pulled away, leaning against the wall, taking deep harsh breaths. He yanked his pants up and handed a plate to Peter with a roll, piece of meat and pile of gravy-covered mashed potatoes. Peter gulped it down within seconds, seemingly starving.

Peter set the clean plate down and leaned against the wall. Harry walked over to him and pulled him to his feet, kissing him passionately, and licking off the leftovers on Peter's chin.

"You taste so good," Harry whispered, leaving a trail of kisses along Peter's neck, "I wonder what the rest of you tastes like."

"Harry," Peter protested, "Don't. I can't take anymore tonight."

"Would you rather me move to the beating session?" Harry asked.

"I'd rather you keep your damn hands off," Peter said, "Instead of taking your problems out on me."

Harry punched him clear in the face, "Your lucky I was more horny then angry tonight, or you'd be getting buckets more of that."

"If you wanted me so bad, why didn't you just say something?" Peter snapped, regaining his balance.

"Because you're with that whore. And because you'd probably leave me."

"Leave you? Harry, what the hell do you think I've been doing these past months? I've been trying to get you back, but you keep pushing me away!"

"Doesn't matter if we're friends for a while," Harry snapped back, "But eventually everybody leaves. Everybody. And no matter how much I despise you sometimes, I wasn't losing you again."

"You never lost me," Peter sighed, "You just acted like you wanted to." Harry turned away from him and walked across the room, and pressed his head to the wall.

"Harry," Peter continued, "You won't lose me. But I'm no some item you can own. You can't try and keep me, unless you want me to run away from you."

"That's enough for tonight Pete," Harry headed for the exit, lying somewhere in the darkness.

"But Harry-"

"I said enough!" Harry growled, disappearing into the dark. Peter realized that he was still out of his cage-of-a-prison. But instead of trying to escape, he simply crawled back inside and went to sleep.