The prize to pay for the lost souls

10

When the alarm went off at ass o'clock the next morning, Peter had to seriously restrain his strength from smashing his sixth phone this year. The sound pierced through his ears, shaking his brain to mush. He groaned and turned around, burying his face in the warm body next to him, and he had to think for a second, letting his mind catch up to last night's events so he wouldn't go all intruder alert on the man and strangle the naked form sound asleep just inches away from him.

He spent a few moments laying comfortable on his stomach, the covers lazily draped over his lower back, exposing the phoenix stretching from across his shoulder blades in full flame, the breeze from the open window giving him goosebumps on his sweat covered back. His body covered in love bites and bruises, muscles sore in a pleasant way.

He listened to the steady heart beat and soft snores coming from his lover, and contemplated calling in sick, just staying in bed. Until his bladder decided to wake up that is, and he shifted a little, noticing the sticky body fluids covering his abs and thighs.
He groaned in frustration, and sat up as quietly as he could, stretching and popping what sounded like every joint in his small body. He gritted his teeth at the sound when James jolted up beside him, looking all kinds of adorable with the bewildered look on his face and the long, dark hair sticking up in every direction.

"The fuck was that?!"

"Sorry," Peter chuckled, shaking his head and shuffling out of bed, whining a little at the soreness in his ass. "It's crazy early, go back to sleep." He leaned over the bed, packing James on the forehead before he dragged himself to the bathroom.

When he entered the kitchen twenty minutes later, sporting nothing but a pair of kitten covered briefs, completely lost in his own thoughts, he made himself a cup of coffee and almost spilled it all over the floor when he felt the cold, metal arm around his waist. Acting on pure instinct, he slammed the cup down on the counter and jumped up to the ceiling, shooting a web at the threat. He glared down at the laughing man standing in the middle of the room, the synthetic web locking his arms to his side. The sound bouncing off the walls, making it pretty hard to scold and yell at his attacker.

"I hate you" He landed without a sound in front of the assassin, mentally cursing him for being able to sneak up on him in the first place.

James tried to fight the strong material keeping him in place, but gave up pretty quickly when he realized it gave absolutely no wiggle space what so ever.

"Do you ever take those things off?" He nodded towards the web shooters strapped to Peter's wrists, still chuckling a little.

"Nope" popping the p, he turned back to his coffee, frowning at the amount of his magic wake-up potion now floating on his countertop. He cleaned it up quickly, grabbed his cup and turned around again, leaning his back to the counter and crossing his feet at the ankles. "It'll dissolve in an hour or so, hope you ain't in a hurry to get outta here" he smirked, winked and pointed at the web with his mug.

"I'm not staying like this for an hour. I know you have a spray of sorts to melt this off." James wiggled his eyebrows, grinning in victory.

"Sure I do. But do I wanna spend time getting it though? You just wasted like..." he glanced over to the microwave, "2 minutes of my morning, and half a cup of precious coffee." He shrugged his shoulders, taking a long sip of his hot drink, sending a wicked grin in his lover's direction.