Worship & Voices

In the words of Stan Lee, Greetings true believers. Sorry, I had to write that just once. I would like to specifically thank petescheude for the input that I needed in this chapter. After some gentle and not so gentle prodding from my reviewers, I have decided to change the rating of this story to "M", and that this part of the story is going to contain adult content. If anyone is uncomfortable with adult situations, then please stop reading at this point and wait patiently for the next chapter to be posted. So without further ramblings, enjoy.

Why did I agree to this? It was the fifth time that Peter had chanted the mantra. Felicia had talked him into going shopping with her. The had pulled up in front of Macy's, in her limousine of course, and entered. After an hour or so, they left on foot, for yet another store. Peter kept his head on a swivel both in the store and on the street, he was expecting something, anything, to happen.

It had been a while, now almost four weeks since they had stormed the Fisk building, and nothing had happened. Virtually all organized crime had gone underground and became silent. Peter knew that he should be thinking positively, maybe he had taken the hint, and would be going straight. Yeah right, he snorted. And J.J. is going to starting publicly endorsing my nighttime efforts. Felicia turned to face Peter, and knew that he was worried again. She could understand, waiting was making her edgy too.

"Peter," she watched as his attention had focused back to her. She had told herself, that she was going to get his full attention for the day and night, but he was making it damn difficult. "I told you that we're here to shop, so suck it up and come on." He smiled then. Here she was, ready to indulge in purchasing anything she wanted, and she was upset that he didn't want to be there. Again, Peter repeated his mantra. They had walked until they arrived at a building whose front boasted formal wear, and he groaned. She turned to face him, and Peter could see that she was slowly starting to hate him. "What?"

He merely shrugged his shoulders in answer to her. "Good boy," she walked over to him, and patted his cheek. "If you behave, I may take you for ice cream." He followed her willingly, not wanting her to get even more upset. He remembered shopping with MJ, his aunt, and even other women. When they were at a store, they were on a mission. It was best to not hinder that. But still, he couldn't stop himself from being a little annoying. After all, he thought when she said she was going shopping for fun stuff, he thought she meant stuff that he would enjoy.

"Do you mean it mommy?" She snickered and pointed to a bench. He willingly complied, and she turned away, making a beeline for the front of the shop.

"I'll be a little while, enjoy the rest." He nodded and watched her go. He had to resist the urge to slap her as she left, she was throwing her hips enough to draw the attention of every man in the area. He smiled when he saw some random guy actually trip over his feet as she walked by. He turned to Peter, and back to her as she disappeared into the store. He just nodded as the man righted himself, and continued down the sidewalk.

"Peter?" He turned, and saw the person he was least expecting to see. Mary Jane stood staring down at him, beside her was a man that he recognized. He had seen him around several times when he would pick her up from the theatre. He seemed decent enough, but always acted kind of jumpy. Peter smiled as Eric made the connection as to who he was and removed his arm from MJ, and took a step to the side, creating some distance between them.

"Hey MJ, how have you been?" He was trying to be civil, sure, what they had was gone, and the break up was anything but pretty. But that's in the past, and he moved on, so he would try to be polite.

"Fine, have you met Eric?" She turned to the man beside her, and he extended his hand. Peter took it, and smiled again when the hand he held went limp as a dead fish. He released him, and watched as he muttered to MJ, something about 'shopping', and he quickly took off.

"He seems, nice." Peter turned to face her, and she was digging into the bag on her shoulder. After a few moments, she produced a manila envelope, and passed it to Peter wordlessly. He opened it, and was unsurprised by what he saw. Divorce papers. She had already filled out everything. He skimmed through it, and smiled at what she had written in as the reason, 'irreconcilable differences'. Further skimming surprised him to see that she wasn't demanding any alimony. Shocking. "Might as well get this over with," he started to pat his shirt, and then his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Peter looked up to her, and saw surprise and fear in her eyes.

"What does it look like I'm doing," he found a pen and started to sign and initial by all the red arrows she had pasted onto the documents. "You obviously want this, I want this, lets just get it over with." She ripped the papers from his hands, and threw them to the floor.

"I did this to scare you," she sat down beside him, and he could hear her start to cry. "I'm sorry for what I said, and I want you back." Peter was shocked at this. She had kicked him out, and told him she wanted him gone. So now, hearing that she wanted him back threw him for a loop. As much as he wanted to say, 'yes, I'm sorry too, take me back', he just couldn't bring himself to. He was with Felicia now. She was a woman. She understood him. She's perfect. "Yeah she is," he murmured, looking towards the store. He didn't want her gone, couldn't have her gone.

He reached out to MJ, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Mary Jane," she raised her eyes to look at him. "We're done." She froze, and he reached between her, and onto the floor. He turned to her, watching her face, but her eyes were vacant. He finished filling out the papers, and placed them back inside her bag. "MJ?" He watched as the light returned to her eyes. "We're done, what we had is long gone. But as bad as this sounds, I still want us to be friends." Here it comes, he thought. Here is the big one.

But instead, she simply nodded and found her voice, "who is she?" He had somewhat expected the question, and was glad he was ready. He knew she had seen the papers, knew he was with someone, just not who she was.

"Someone we both know," he looked and noticed that Eric was staring at them, concern and anticipation in his eyes. "You better get going, Eric's waiting." She dried her eyes and nodded. Rising silently, she gave him one last look, a wave, and walked back to the man who was waiting for her. Finally done, he thought. We're finally over. Again, he was surprised that he only felt relief, and not any remorse. You can finally have her. He nodded in agreement with the thought. Now, if he wanted, he could have Felicia. As a lover, as a girlfriend, as whatever. Now that he was legally single, the sky had just become the limit.

He felt a presence beside him, and Peter looked up and saw Felicia standing by the bench, watching as MJ walked away. She brought her eyes to his, and he saw concern there. "Everything alright?" He nodded, and standing, wrapped his arms around her.

"Yep, and its now officially over. Paperwork is done. I am now, officially, a divorced man." He looked to the bag she clutched, "So, what did you buy?" He gave her a smile, and he could feel her relax. "You know I'd never leave you, you know that right?"

She nodded, and after freeing herself, shoved the bag into his arms. "Of course, and besides, you wouldn't leave me, I'd leave you." She sauntered in front over him, and spoke over her shoulder. "As for what I bought, you'll see tonight," she picked up her step, swaying her hips with more effort than necessary and he couldn't resist the urge.

Felicia jumped. Someone had just pinched her hard. On her ass. She turned, and saw the smirk on his face. As much as she wanted, she didn't retaliate. She was Felicia Hardy. She didn't get mad. She waited until they were outside, and she pointed over his shoulder. The limo was parked a street away, and Peter took the lead. That was when she made the move. After all, she was Felicia Hardy. She didn't get mad, she got even.

To anyone on the street, they might have dismissed the crack as the sound of a muffler backfiring. Or perhaps it was just the echo of the ever going road construction bouncing off the buildings. They would have never noticed the sweet smiling blonde walking to the expensive Mazda RX-7. And they just ignored the man near her who looked like he was fighting urge to cry or choke his companion.

Dinner had passed quickly, she had surprised him by cooking. Nothing fancy, but elegantly presented with wine to compliment its flavor. They were into their second bottle of wine, when the conversation turned to their past lives. "So, when did you and MJ first, ya know?" She smiled at him over the rim of her glass. He laughed then, smiling at the memory.

He looked around, and was again surprised that she had suggested that they have dinner at her place. When he arrived, the room was dimly lit, and he heard the soft music. Expecting much, he thought. He had brought flowers, orchids, and watched her eyes, she had walked away with them, and returned with a vase, now loaded. She had placed them on the table, and shepherded him to sit down. As she neared him, he noticed that she was wearing different perfume. Interesting, she is changing for you. Again, Peter found himself agreeing with the thought. He looked to the flowers again, and thought about the best way to answer her.

"Believe it or not, MJ was very 'old fashioned'. She didn't even let me see her naked until our wedding night." She choked on her drink, and sprayed his face. Peter chuckled as Felicia rose from her chair apologizing and, walking away, he again appreciated what she had purchased that afternoon. She had surprised him by buying red. It clung to her like a second skin, making it clear what she wanted him to see. He enjoyed seeing the bright color contrast with the pale flesh, it was giving him ideas. Ideas are good Peter, enjoy them. His eyes roamed down to her legs, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke her flawless skin. His eyes stopped at the black heels she wore. Stilettos. Slowly, his gaze traveled from her foot ware to the exposed skin. The nails had been polished and were shining bright. Anticipation, she wants you tonight. No, not tonight, NOW! His eyes sprang wide as the thought echoed through his didn't need some damned voice bouncing around in his head to figure out what she was planning to happen tonight. Surprise her, show her how powerful you are. "Yes," he rose, entering the darkness of the room.

When Felicia returned to the room, clutching a towel she was surprised to see that he wasn't there. She looked around, and silently cursed herself for not having more lights on in the room. "Peter?" She was worried he had left. Maybe I embarrassed him. "Stupid girl," she walked around the room, hoping that he may still be there, somewhere. She wasn't expecting his arms to wrap around her waist, or to feel his lips at her ear.

"Miss me?" She fought the urge to shudder on fear. This is too similar, Peter stop. Instead, the arms pulled her closer, and he spoke again.

"I know you want me, and I need you just as badly." I'm sure, she could feel his arousal pressing into her back. A part of her welcomed it, but a greater part was afraid. She was remembering that night. The smell of cheap cigarettes, the music, and the beer on his breath.

"Peter stop," she was able to speak again, and felt only slightly relieved. She felt the chuckle in his chest.

"Why? Like I said before, I enjoy having you like this." She felt his teeth on her ear then, and she panicked. She shoved hard behind her, and was able to breathe again when he let go. She turned, and saw hesitation and worry in his eyes.

"I, I'm sorry," he looked down, and she could see that he was telling the truth.

"Its not your fault, its mine." She walked to her bedroom, and expected him to leave. She sat down on her bed, and shed silent tears. Angry at herself for what had happened. Relax, it happened long ago, and he is far away. She had expected him to go away and clear his head, check on her later. So she was startled when she felt the bed shift, and he was beside her.

"Felicia, what's wrong? You're never scared when I spook you, you even admitted that you kind of enjoy it." She grabbed his hand and pulled it into her lap. Taking comfort from his presence, she started to speak.

"Remember college?" He turned his head, confused by her statement, but nodded. "Well, during that time when you were missing," he nodded, remembering that people said he had missed a lot when his abilities were on the fritz. He had had to disappear to keep people safe from himself. He never really asked anyone what had happened, they just said what he thought. He had missed a lot. "During that time, I went to a frat party, and got hammered."

He noticed that her voice sounded hollow, as if she was talking, but not really there. "Well, some guy started hitting on me, and the next thing I knew, we were in his room, and he tried to," she stopped then, the unwelcome memory coming back.

"Let me go!" He threw her down on the bed, and she struggled to get away when he laid down on her. His breath reeked.

"Why, you want this as much as I do?" He leaned over her, trying to kiss her. She slapped him, and he fell to the side of the bed. He tried to get up, and she hit him again. She ran to the door, when she felt his hand wrap around her ankle. "You fucking little tease!" She turned to face him, let him see the anger she felt, before swinging her captured foot into his face.; she took great pleasure in hearing his scream, feeling his nose break against her foot, watching as the blood pooled on the floor.

"Don't ever fucking touch me AGAIN!" She slammed the door before storming out. When she got back to her apartment, she had cried. Out of fear, and disgust at herself.

"And I reminded you of him." Peter's voice shook her from the memory, and she nodded. He rose to leave, but her grasp on his hand stayed firm. He stopped and looked at her.

"Peter, don't leave." He nodded, and was surprised when she jerked him back to the bed, causing him to fall on top of her. "Help me forget," her voice was husky, and her scent was filling the room. He felt her hands on his shirt, and he pulled back to look at her. The rational part of his brain told him that she was acting this way to forget what had almost happened. He knew that he should walk away, come back later when she would truly be willing. But the part of him that wanted her was winning out. Take her, make her forget what happened. He gave a growl, and saw apprehension start to appear on her face. No, make tonight about her. He nodded to himself and rocked back onto his knees.

"What are you doing?" She tried to sit up, but Peter gently pushed her back onto the bed. Without speaking, he pulled the dress from her shoulders, smiling as he heard the ripping sound. It really was a second skin. Throwing the garment away, he watched as her hands rose to cover herself. So modest, so different from herself. She's no black cat now, she's Felicia. This will be fun. He felt his hunger grow as he saw she wore nothing underneath. Excellent. Crawling over her, he made his way to her shoes, and started to remove them with haste.

Felicia was nervous a thousand times over. She watched as Peter eased her back onto the bed, and was too shocked to notice how he had removed her dress. She was too scared to do anything else other than try and cover up. She only noticed then that her shoes had joined her torn dress in the corner of her room. She jumped when she felt his mouth on the instep of her foot. "Peter, what are you doing?" Her voice came out a whisper, causing him to look up with a smile. He knelt back over her foot, and placed another kiss there, his tongue snaking out to savor her taste.

She's intoxicating, he thought. Cinnamon, he thought. It made sense to him, in some strange way. She always did have a very spicy character. It only made sense that she would taste that way. He rose slowly, giving her a small bite on her calf. He enjoyed each noise she made, every shudder that went through her body. When he got to her knee, he smiled at the texture of her body. Cold and beautiful. In some ways she reminded him of his aunt's fine china. As a child he was forbidden to touch it, but as he grew with age, he had learned how to handle such things. With pride and gentleness. He smiled as he drew closer to her slit, again enjoying the noises she made.

"Did I ever tell you my thoughts on women?" Felicia was surprised by his statement. She was enjoying herself too much to speak. He seemed like he knew her body better than she herself. So when he spoke, all she could do was shake her head side to side. "I've always believed that each woman is a Goddess, and her body a temple," he reached her, and placed a small kiss on her inner thigh. "And that its a man's duty to worship both objects accordingly," He placed a small kiss on her slit, and enjoyed the groan he heard. "It's the only way that he can truly experience paradise." He dipped his head down, and tasted her moisture. Take her, take her now. He shook the voice from his head, and reminded himself about the task at hand. Make this about her.

Peter resumed his tasting, enjoying her moans, smiling as the sound began to get louder and louder. The other was never like this. Peter agreed, MJ was never this vocal, half the time, he couldn't tell whether or not she was enjoying herself. Here, with Felicia, it was clearly not the case. When his tongue reached her clit, he heard her scream, and felt the shudder run through her body. He didn't move from his position; only after cleaning her, did he rise back to meet her eyes. "Feel better?" He looked over her, covered in sweat and glowing with desire, a smile on her face. Peter couldn't help but smile back at her look. She looks so…Damn!

He wasn't ready when she pulled him over her, and he watched her straddle him. The voice in his mind was roaring now. Yes, now is the time, take her NOW! Felicia grinned at the hungry look on his face. "Much better thank you," she purred, teasing him with light touches. "How are you feeling?" He felt her hand grasp his member, and he didn't bother to stop the growl.

"Frustrated." She laughed then, slowly guiding him into her. Yes! YES! NOW! The moment that they connected, Peter lost control. He pulled her underneath him, and took her hard and fast. He needed to make her his now, to mark her. That was the only thing that mattered. He bit into her neck, and enjoyed the gasp she made, the way she tasted, it pleased him. She wouldn't fight him, she only moaned his name. The only pain she caused him was when her nails found purchase on his back. He enjoyed the pain that surged through him. She wants you, make her beg for you! Scream your name. She is your, make her admit it!

"Peter, I'm getting close." He only increased his speed, and brought his mouth to her ear.

"You are MINE," he growled. Thrusting harder, and deeper, he heard her moan in approval. "Say it," he hissed.

She whimpered, and he just moved harder. Slowly, he heard his name slip out of her lips. "Peter, please. Just let me,"

"Louder!" He roared, he was getting closer. He needed her to say it. To admit it to herself. "Say it!"

She started to climax, and he felt her tighten around him. "Fuck, YOURS!" Her screams filled the room, and he came with her, roaring. He began to slow his pace, determined to let her ride out her pleasure as long as possible. The animal in him was sated, and Peter hated himself for what had happened. He had never listened to that voice in the back of his mind. It had always been there, but it was quiet, almost silent. Tonight though, it had been screaming. Tonight he had listened to it, had given in, and was worried about the damage he had done. He looked to Felicia, and relaxed.

She's smiling, that's a good thing. He looked over her, and was thankful that she didn't have any bruises. She was covered in sweat, and her eyes were wide. "I'm sorry." He turned away, ashamed. She laughed then, and he turned to face her.

"Why are you sorry, because you cut loose?" She sat up, and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down and climbing onto his chest. "I just wish I had known you were that dominant." She laid her head down on his chest, and he could hear the tiredness in her voice. "If I had, I'd have let you take over much sooner. But next time, just ask and I'll let you take control. I enjoyed the attention, but you didn't have to tease me like that." He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

"I wasn't teasing," he said gently, already sensing that she was asleep. "I was worshipping."

Peter knew he was dreaming. If he wasn't, he would be with Felicia, not in some dank cave sitting in front of a camp fire. He saw a movement in the shadows, and stood up. "Who's there?" A low laugh filled the cave, echoing off the walls.

"I'm who has always been there. Always speaking, but never listened to," Peter heard footsteps, and how they stopped just short of the light. "Until now." He recognized the voice, the one in my head. He tried moving towards the figure, but they always stepped back. "No no, you'll find out who I am in time. I just wanted to thank you for marking her. She is ours now, and we will never be alone. I'm pleased you never marked the redhead, she wasn't fun. She didn't complete us. Felicia does." Peter heard the footsteps start to fade away.

"Wait," he tried to keep up with the sound, but it grew fainter.

"We'll talk again, later." Peter woke, and reflexively wrapped him arms tighter around Felicia. She moaned in her sleep, and turned her face away from his. He could see the bite mark on her neck. He had broken the skin, causing her to bleed. Such flavor, such power! "Shut up," he whispered to the dark. The bruising was faint now, but he knew from experience that come daylight it would be glowing. He laid back down, and tried to close his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. What's happening to me?

There you go, again, I wish to thank petescheude for the input on this. I couldn't have been able to write this otherwise. In regards to the 'voice', I have an idea for what I want to do with it, but if anyone has any suggestions, I'll be happy to hear it. Again, reviews and suggestions are always welcome.

Take it Easy,

-N