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Poison-Kissed Spider: Interlude	By : AnansiScribe Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 5113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Spider-Man and Final Fight do not belong to me in the slightest. Spider-Man belongs to Marvel and Final Fight belongs to Capcom. I make no money whatsoever from the use of characters from either in this story.

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- 1-Poison-Kissed Spider: Interlude
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“Poison-Kissed Spider”
Interlude: “Blind Spot”
Disclaimer: Spider-Man belongs to Marvel Comics, Marvel Animation, and Sony/Columbia Pictures, as do all associated characters and properties. All associated characters and properties of Final Fight belong to Capcom. There is no monetary profit or other material compensation made or received in the writing and publishing of this story, just the satisfaction that it has been read, and hopefully reviewed and liked.
Author’s note: I decided to do a lemony follow-up to the original “Poison-Kissed Spider” three-part story as a present to The Amazing Shrinking Violet, whom you may know as The Sensational Shulkie or Red X Unbound here on AFF, for her birthday last week. Also, James Magnus from FF.Net enjoyed the original “Poison-Kissed Spider,” too, and he’s been looking forward to this since I told him my idea, so this is for him as well. The title of this interlude is a hint to the major plot element of this story beyond the sexy times, but why should I spoil it if you haven’t read yet? Go on, read it. It’ll be good for you. Happy Birthday, Amazing Shrinking Violet!
“What’s that you’re working on, Petey?” a sultry female voice asked, as one Peter Parker found himself momentarily distracted from his work by a pair of long, toned arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind. A curtain of hot pink briefly obscured his vision, letting him know the identity of his lovely inquirer.
“Poison . . .” Peter replied softly. “It’s a blind spot manipulator.”
“Sounds lovely,” Poison commented, leaning close enough that her breasts were pressed against his back and her lips were brushing his ear. “Tell me more. Talk nerdy to me, sweetheart.”
Peter chuckled with affectionate amusement. “Well, sometimes I have a hard time finding places to get changed without worrying about someone seeing me, anyway. Especially with all the cameras out in the city these days, and I’m not necessarily talking the ones His Honor put in to keep watch for the criminals and super-villains.”
“Yeah, that would be a real cramp,” Poison admitted. “No way I’m letting that Pickle-Puss see my good side.”
“That’s what this is for,” Peter explained, pointing to the device. “It’s designed to trick people’s perceptions based on the same omni-harmonic technology I incorporated into my stealth armor. It’s not so much being invisible as being unnoticeable. When it’s activated, whoever is within its radius won’t even be paid any mind by anyone outside the radius. They look in that direction, they won’t even think there’s anything worth focusing on or being curious about. It’s not that whoever’s using it won’t be seen, but they won’t matter to anyone looking in their direction, not enough to see or hear anything distinctive. Their minds will fill in the gap with whatever excuse they can come up with to not bother contemplating it any further, and whoever’s inside will be able to go about their business completely unobserved.”
Poison exhaled in wonderment, her breath touching Peter’s ear. “You know . . . that kinda gives me an idea.”
“And what idea is brewing in that lovely brain of yours, Poise?” Peter asked teasingly.
He got his answer when Poison’s lissome hand slid down his front, stopping only to ghost over his belt area. Peter couldn’t help but inhale a little, trying his best not to let out a giggle or a moan from her touch. “A field test,” she purred in his ear. “A special field test.”
“I would ask if you’re kidding, but that does not sound like a kidding voice,” Peter remarked.
“Nope,” Poison replied cheerily.
“If we were to have this ‘special’ field test, where would it be?” Peter asked. He had to know what he could be in for, after all. Poison was a pretty wild woman, and while Peter was able to mostly keep up, some things definitely stretched his boundaries. Then again, those boundaries didn’t necessarily mind being stretched, especially when it meant stretching something else, so to speak.
His eyes widened when Poison whispered the answer in his ear. Oh, you are going to be the death of me, Poise, Peter thought, dismay and arousal mixing it up with each other in his mind.
“Did I break your brain?” Poison teased.
“Brain’s still intact,” Peter replied wryly. “Wondering if yours is, though.”
“You don’t think it’s a good idea?” Poison asked coyly, though with genuine uncertainty beneath it. Peter had been more than good to her since they’d first gotten together, although sometimes she wondered if she was the kind of girl he’d like to settle down with. While she didn’t imagine herself being the settling-down kind, it was mostly because she didn’t see herself able to bond with someone well enough for that to even be a consideration. With Peter, she really could, and that . . . well, that made her nervous, given her unsavory past and reputation and . . . certain other things.
Peter turned in Poison’s arms and hugged her gently. “It’ll definitely be a test, that’s for sure,” he remarked. Then he looked her in the eyes, hazel meeting jade. “I’m willing to try, Poison. That’s not changing anytime soon. And if we get embarrassed along the way, embarrassment’s not the worst that could happen. A lot of things . . . are surprisingly more bearable when you’re with someone you can love.”
Somehow, Poison got the feeling he was talking about more than her risqué idea. She moved in closer to him, burrowing into Peter’s embrace. “You sure know what to say to make a woman feel better.”
“I try my best,” Peter replied simply, half-joking but with real affection in his voice.
“Speaking of trying our best . . .” Poison remarked, looking up at him with eyes that now sparkled with devious invitation.
“Right now, I’ve got the field working for a rough distance of my arm span,” Peter replied. “If we stay within that radius, it should cover us both nicely.”
“Perfect reason to stay in your arms,” Poison purred sensuously. “I like.”
Nightfall came, and Peter and Poison decided to go for a subway ride as the site for the field test. A roundtrip around the metropolitan area of New York City, since there wasn’t really anywhere they felt like going, and if they did, Peter could web-sling them there as Spider-Man. The two of them managed to get into a subway car that wasn’t too crowded, despite a lack of available seating. In fact, the lack of seating just set things up a little more easily for what they, or at least Poison, had in mind.
“Is it ready to go?” she whispered the question in his ear.
“Yeah,” Peter whispered back his reply, thumbing the blind spot generator on his wrist. A brief whoosh that was easily swallowed by the rumble of the subway train was the only sign it had activated. Experimentally, Peter tried waving and gesturing to some of his fellow passengers, none of whom even paused for a brief look. On the one hand, this was New York City and New Yorkers had quite the jaded outlook on people acting bizarrely around them. On the other, it was human nature for somebody to take a curious look.
Poison was giggling at his surprisingly inconspicuous gestures and waves. “Looks like it works.”
“Yeah,” Peter admitted.
“Then we can get down to business.” As she said this, Poison’s tone dropped into a low, husky register, and her hand slipped down Peter’s front to palm the crotch of his jeans.
“Wha . . .” Peter started to say, but his incipient protest was swallowed by Poison’s mouth on his, her tongue worming deeply into his mouth. While one of her hands remained firmly placed on his crotch, her other hand snaked around his back and palmed a cheek of his rather firm backside. Considering that turnabout was fair play, Peter had little problem reaching around to grip the firm thickness of Poison’s own backside and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. A brief opening of one eye to observe the reactions of their fellow passengers showed him that none of them were paying attention to his and Poison’s very public display of affection or even looking in their direction.
They really don’t see or hear what we’re doing, he thought in wonderment. Well, they could, if this deflection field wasn’t working . . . and it is. Working, I mean.
Then Poison ground her palm quite firmly into his crotch, and Peter stopped thinking for that moment, arching into his girlfriend’s touch. Poison chuckled against his mouth, before pulling away and brushing her lips and teeth down his neck. “Liking that, Petey?” she asked.
“Yeah . . .” Peter answered, his voice raspy with arousal and craving for her.
“Then you’ll like this even more . . .” she promised, grinding her crotch into his as he held on tightly to her lusciously formed backside, their members brushing against each other through their clothes.
“Poison . . .” Peter moaned.
“Can you feel it?” she whispered. “How hard I am for you right now? How much I want you?”
“Yeah, I can feel it,” Peter replied, grinding particularly hard against her. “Can you feel me?”
Poison let out a shuddering exhalation of arousal. “Yeah . . . and you know where I want to feel you . . .” she added sultrily.
“Is that so?” Peter teased, nibbling on her ear and neck while gripping and caressing her ass.
“Peter . . .” Poison moaned. In a moment of surprising agility for the close quarters they were in, Peter had shifted around so that he was now behind her, his still-clothed member grinding between her buttocks that were tightly encased in a pair of black-and-red bike shorts. As he did this, he moved his hands onto her curvy hips, then slid them around to feel the visibly toned muscles of her stomach. Poison moaned and ground her backside back into his groin, massaging his restrained erection between the still-clothed cheeks of her backside. Peter’s hands moved up from her stomach to cup Poison’s breasts over her cropped halter top, his fingers almost seeming to sink into her abundant flesh barely contained by the small top.
Peter gently brushed Poison’s wild pink hair aside so that he could kiss and suck and nibble on her neck while he continued grinding into the toned yet soft flesh of her ass. As he did this, one of his hands moved from her breast and back down her stomach, fingertips ghosting over her well-muscled abs, down to the groin of her bike shorts, against which he pressed to feel her restrained hardness. The response was immediate, Poison arching her hips into his hand and moaning even as she kept grinding her ass into his own restrained hardness.
“Peter . . .” she moaned. “I . . . I need you . . .”
“And you’ll have me,” Peter whispered, unzipping his jeans and sliding his fingers inside to undo the hidden seam of the crotch of his Spider-Man suit underneath his clothes. Upon feeling his naked member pressed against her backside, Poison exhaled her desire before turning around and sinking into a crouch in front of him, her face and mouth level with his crotch. She took a moment to inhale the musk of his arousal before nearly swallowing his cock whole with the eagerness of her desire for him. Peter let out a low moan and his hands found their way to her shoulders, moving into her hair as he took another moment to open his eyes briefly and ensure the deflection field was still working. To his relief, no one was looking in their direction or seeming to take notice at all of their lewd actions inside the subway car, which was just as well with how Poison was slurping on his member as she pleasured it with her mouth, tongue, and throat.
“Poison . . .” Peter groaned. “I . . . I’m gonna . . .”
Surrounded by people who couldn’t see or hear them, at least so long as the awareness deflection field was still active and its generator remained secure on his wrist, Peter felt himself about to explode. As though recognizing this, Poison began to suck him even harder, sensually dragging her mouth and tongue over the turgid flesh of his erection, particularly focusing her attention on its head. With a barely restrained guttural groan, Peter felt himself break, pouring the seed of his ecstasy into his lover’s mouth, her throat muscles working eagerly to swallow it all down as she looked up at him, her jade eyes etching his rapturous expression into her memory.
Upon swallowing everything, Poison slowly, almost reluctantly dragged her mouth off his erection, releasing it with a popping smack of her lips and rising back into a standing position with a slow, deliberate sensuality to entice him further. This time, it was Peter who initiated the kiss, not minding or caring that her mouth had just been on his cock and swallowed his seed, Poison eagerly returning it while grinding her still-clothed member against his now-exposed cock, which was quickly stirring back to life. Peter deepened their kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and a receptive Poison sucked it as though it were his member that had been in her mouth just before.
Another brief opening of one eye showed that there was still no one paying attention to their tryst, proving the success of his device for the moment. He sincerely hoped the generator didn’t run out of power too fast, but he wouldn’t be able to lie and claim that the possibility of being glimpsed by these people in flagrante delicto with Poison wasn’t a slight turn-on, emphasis on “slight.” Of course, belying his own thoughts was that he was grinding his naked and reawakened member against Poison’s still-restrained hardness even harder as their kiss continued, before they broke off to gasp for precious oxygen – and for their climbing arousal.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Poison panted out, and Peter noticed the faint dark spot in the groin of her bike shorts that would’ve been invisible to someone without his keen eyesight. She turned her back to him and placed her hands in the grips for standing subway riders. “Fuck me . . . please, Petey . . . I need it . . . I need you . . .”
Peter couldn’t deny that he was pretty worked up at this point, too, even with his second wind and superior recuperative abilities. He pulled Poison’s bike shorts down, exposing the thong bisecting her lusciously curved backside before lowering it to expose the pucker of her rear entryway. He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a condom, which he quickly unwrapped and rolled onto Poison’s member. After all, even if they couldn’t be noticed, the mess left behind from Poison’s sure-to-be-explosive orgasm could be, and he didn’t fancy leaving that cleanup behind.
He fished a tube of special lubricant he’d invented himself by modifying the base of his web-fluid formula and poured about a quarter of it on his member, as Poison’s saliva was starting to dry on it. He followed up by pouring another generous portion of the lubricant between the cheeks of Poison’s backside, focusing on her puckered back entrance. Once that was taken care of, he decided to tease them both a little by grinding his lubed erection between her lubed cheeks, enjoying the feel of Poison’s firm, round buns enclosing his cock. This elicited moans from both of them as Poison tried to get him inside her.
“Quit teasing, Peter . . .” she begged. Peter’s answer was to just slide through her buns some more, causing Poison to grind faster and harder into him and groan with frustrated arousal.
“Since you insist,” Peter relented, and lined himself up before thrusting into her back entrance, both of them groaning in pleasure from the familiar but no less enjoyable sensation of his member stretching her as it moved inside. He only stopped once his hips were firmly pressed against her backside, a sign that he’d once again managed to get his whole cock inside her, both of them breathing slowly and heavily from the sensation.
After a few moments of perfect, almost nirvana-like stillness, Poison began to pull herself forward before pushing herself back onto Peter’s cock. Peter immediately responded by gripping her hips and thrusting back in to match her motions, the two moving in the ancient dance of love and lust known to civilizations both Earthly and extraterrestrial (and extra-dimensional, for that matter). Both of them panted and moaned with the desire and passion that they no longer restrained, Poison delighting in every thrust of Peter’s hard cock inside her ass and Peter reveling in the tight, almost velvety warm grip of her ass on his cock as he thrust into her. He could feel something tingling, but he thought it might have been his cellphone, which was irrelevant to him in this moment of passion between him and Poison. Peter moved one of his hands off her hip and up to her breast, pushing up Poison’s top to expose her breast so he could play with the turgid nipple.
A chance glance at his handiwork, pun not intended, showed the monitor on his wrist-worn generator blinking a warning. “Power dwindling” and “Shutting down” alternated on the upper side of his monitor, while the lower end was counting down from five minutes . . . and fifteen seconds had already passed.
Just . . . my . . . luck . . . Peter thought, thrusting harder and faster into Poison as much out of frustration with this unfortunate turn as out of his impending orgasm, Poison thrusting back as hard and fast as she could. We’ll be cutting it close, that’s for sure . . .
“Peter . . . I’m going to . . .” Poison moaned.
“Do it,” he snarled in her ear, practically animalistic with how on the edge of climax he was. “Come for me . . . come for me now!”
And with one more hard thrust inside her, Poison let out a low, drawn-out orgasmic moan, her release filling the reservoir of the condom Peter had put on her before they’d gotten started. Peter came, too, his own release filling and coating Poison’s back entrance, nearly overflowing once he pulled out of her if not for him quickly pulling her thong and bike shorts back up to cover her. He tucked himself back into his costume pants and redid the seam on the groin before zipping his jeans back up as well.
At that moment, Peter noticed that the subway car was considerably emptier than when he and Poison had first gotten on. Seeing some seats available now, he slumped down onto one while gently pulling Poison with him so that she landed on his lap, sitting sideways in an ironically ladylike pose. “What was . . .” she started to ask, her face flushed, breathing hard from the aftermath of their ecstasy.
Peter showed her the warning on the monitor for the awareness deflection field, now nearing forty-five seconds and counting down from there. “That power supply’s a real bitch, isn’t it?” she commented. “Least it lasted long enough for us to have our fun, and you know how long you can stay hidden now.”
“When you put it that way . . . it doesn’t sound too bad . . .” Peter remarked.
“Speaking of not too bad, my ass’ll be burning like hell, thanks to you,” Poison added, and laughed out loud at Peter’s shamefaced expression. “I didn’t say that was a bad thing. Honestly, Pete, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. You don’t need to feel guilty for getting rough with me. I like when you’re rough, when it’s like you gotta have me now or you’ll burst.”
Peter looked up at the subway car monitor alerting its passengers to their impending destination. “What do you say we get off at the next stop and I change and swing us home?”
“I’d say we already got off, but sounds good to me,” Poison replied, nuzzling into Peter’s chest.
“Good . . .” Peter sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever meet another woman like you, Poison.”
Poison smirked at that. “Damn right you won’t. I’m one of a kind.”
Peter smiled at her. “You are,” he affirmed, wearing a loving expression that made Poison melt on the inside. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand dangling loosely but reassuringly on her hip as they spent the rest of their subway ride in blissful, loving togetherness. They got off the subway at their next stop, and Peter changed into Spider-Man and swung home with Poison holding onto him from behind, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his torso, the wind whipping her hair as he swung through the air. To say nothing of it, they did make it home, and by then, Peter was eager for a second taste of Poison. So was she, for that matter.
Endnotes: There you have it, my birthday present to The Amazing Shrinking Violet; hope she enjoys, and any of the rest of you reading this as well. For the record, this is kind of an interlude between “Poison-Kissed Spider” and the sequel I’m planning that adapts Final Fight: Streetwise in the context of this merged Marvel/Capcom reality. Speaking of plans, for those following us on FF.Net, we’ve also set out on reviving Kamen Rider Dragon Knight: Climax Heroes and merging that more fully with my Onyx and Vampire story. Future plans aside, I hope you all enjoyed reading this, especially you, Violet, and you, too, James Magnus. Thanks, and be sure to review. Until next fic.
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