Hello there quick author's note now since nobody voted I'm going to do what I want here don't complain you had your chance Congratulations this story is now R-18.
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Dennis's POV
Sunset painted the penthouse skyline in fiery oranges, Manhattan's pulse thrumming below like a living heartbeat. Peter was due any minute, his text buzzing my phone: On my way. Uncle Ben says hi. My grin spread wide, leather jacket slung over a chair, tight black shirt hugging my frame just right. Scott lounged on the massive sectional, cargo pants and black tee stretched across his broad chest, pizza box open between us. But playtime could wait. Peter's visit was the hook, sure, but the system's nagging clock--three months to Chitauri chaos--demanded more.
''Scott, heads up. Planning session before the nerd arrives." I dropped onto the couch beside him, our thighs brushing, chi bond humming warm. His alpha scent grounded me, post-feed glow still lingering from last night.
He chuckled, wiping sauce from his lip. "Planning? That's Stiles territory back home. I'm more claws and fists. But shoot--I'm listening."
''Good enough." I summoned the system HUD with a thought, holographic blue flickering to life. Basic Info Pack: Access? Ding. Data flooded in--Marvel heavyweights, timelines, threats. Heroes: Stark's ego in a suit, Rogers unfrozen and pure-hearted, Thor swinging Mjolnir. Villains: Loki scheming, some purple titan lurking post-Guardians. But as I scrolled, red flags popped. Mutants Fox-style X-Men, first flick two months out. Wolverine snarling, Cyclops blasting optic fury. Fantastic Four? The 2005 crew, cosmic rays four months away--and yeah, quick check via system peek: Johnny Storm rocked that Joseph Quinn face, still hot but not the Evans face Cap stole.
"Whoa, hold up," I muttered, freezing the display. Scott leaned in, brown eyes narrowing.
''Not MCU standard issue," the system intoned silkily. "Alternate universes. Fox mutants integrated. Fox FF integrated. Additional variances possible, undisclosed in basic pack. Expand via medium Info Pack--- 350 points.''
Scott whistled low. "Mutants real? That's X-Men turf. Claws like mine, but... human-born? And stretchy dudes? Invasion's the tip if the iceberg then."
''Flying blind past Guardians 2. Chitauri hit in eighty-nine days, but this? Game-changer." Panic flickered, but I shoved it down--happy-go-lucky me didn't dwell. Serious mode clicked: we needed infrastructure. Penthouse was plush, but no war room. No labs for Peter's genius or Scott's claws. ''System, shop bases.''
The menu bloomed endless. Eyes locked on gold: Avengers Mansion (EMH Enhanced). 500 Sex Points. Expanded quarters, quantum-secured labs, Alfred-analog AI: Legion. Full paperwork, memory weave, optimal NYC relocation in 12 hours. Images flared--sprawling Upper East Side estate, gothic spires hiding hangars, training gyms humming with holo-tech.
"Sold," I said. Points whirled: 845 to 345. Construction commencing. Ready: 0600 tomorrow.
Scott fist-bumped me. "Smart call. Pack leader's den. Room for the harem you're building. Peter's first resident?"
''Maybe If tonight goes right." I glanced at the clock--Peter's ETA ticking. We sketched quick: Scott shadows school tomorrow, eyes on Flash. Post-Parker, hit info upgrades, scout mutants. Chitauri prep later. For now, charm the spider-kid.
Doorbell chimed. Scott melted into the guest wing shadows--cover intact. I sauntered over, swinging the door wide.
Peter stood there, backpack slung, messy brown hair windswept, glasses slightly askew. Lanky frame in a faded science pun tee, cheeks pink from the hike up. "Hey. This place is... insane. Elevator had my name on it."
"Perks of the win," I lied smooth, bulletproof backstory locking in. Orphaned Queens kid, lottery jackpot. System gold. "C'mon, lab's this way." I led him through marble halls, his wide eyes drinking in views--Central Park sprawling below.
He whistled. "Must be lonely up here."
''Was. Till today." Foot nudge in the hall, deliberate. His blush deepened, sweet chi aura flaring tasty under my senses.
Lab awaited: thankfully free system-spawned glory, workbenches gleaming, quantum sims humming. Peter's gasp was pure joy. "This is Oscorp-level. Holo-projectors? Entanglement visualizer? Dennis, you're serious."
''For you? Yeah." I fired it up, pulling him close to tweak sims. Shoulders brushed, my hand guiding his on controls. Aura purred low, chi tendrils tasting--innocent spark, brimming potential. "Show me your lab theories."
He dove in, glasses fogging as code flew. Laughter echoed, knees knocking under benches. Two hours blurred: debates on string theory, my arm casual around his waist during a holo-demo. Hunger stirred, but I held back--build trust first.
''You're different," he said soft, pausing mid-equation. City lights twinkled outside. "Guys like Flash shove. You... pull people in."
Green eyes locked his brown. "Maybe I see potential. Destiny, remember?" Foot hooked his calf, slow drag. Heartbeat raced audible
He swallowed, leaning closer. "Destiny's scary."
''Not with backup." Lips brushed his ear accidental-on-purpose. Progress: 50%, system dinged gleeful.
Peter's POV
Dennis's lab felt like a dream--gear I'd sketch in notebooks now real, his warmth pressed close as we tweaked the sim. That scent--leather, spice, something electric--made focus fray. His touch lingered, casual but loaded. When his breath ghosted my ear, stomach flipped hard. No one's ever... pulled like this.
Ned's texts buzzed ignored: Dude, at rich kid's? Pics! But this? Private. Dennis's hand on my lower back guiding me to the lounge--soft leather couches, skyline view--sent sparks up my spine. Pizza arrived conjured-like, Scott poking head in once, all pro nods. Bodyguard vibe, but chill.
''Staying over?" Dennis asked, casual as handing me a slice. "Guest room's yours. Science all night, or... crash."
Aunt May's rule: School nights, no. But Uncle Ben's voice echoed: Good people show character. Dennis saw me. "I... should call."
He grinned, that Jensen-wink devastating. "Do it. World's waiting."
Call made--Ben amused, May hesitant but yes. Peter Parker, overnighting at a penthouse. Ned would freak.
We sprawled on couches post-pizza, comics from his stash. Captain America tales (ironic seeing as we're going to meet the real thing soon Dennis thinks). "Think he'd be cool?" I asked, leg slung over his thigh now, accidental sprawl turning deliberate.
''Captain America? Hero material." Dennis's fingers traced my arm, light. Hunger in those eyes, but soft. My imagination maybe. "Like you."
Blush burned. Our faces inches, breath mingling. His lips parted--
Doorbell shattered it. A voice muffled: "Delivery for Mr. Shield. Sign here."
Dennis's POV
Cockblocked by pizza round two? Nah, timing saved me rushing. Peter was hooked, progress soaring. 50% locked. Not a week in, smooth. Scott handled the drop--system nosh--and Peter crashed in guest luxe, oblivious to planning glow.
Midnight, Peter out cold, I pulled Scott to the study. HUD flickered. Mansion: 40% construct. Secure. Points low at 345, but leveled: Lv.3. HP 800. Chi 200. Aura Manipulation Lv.3--group target mild. Scott's bond pulsed stronger, his hand on my shoulder as we reviewed.
''Peter's gold," Scott growled. "Loyal core. Felt his heart spike near you."
Next: nudge him toward field trip. Spider-bite early, under our wing." Fingers itched for shop--recruit Ned? Flash flip? Later. Peter's soft snores echoed distant; hunger simmered, Scott's chi tempting.
Next I decided we needed to do it quickly so we shed our clothes fast with his alpha strength Scott picked me up and held me down on the desk then proceeded to start kissing my naked thighs before making it up to my cock. He took the whole thing no problem it almost made me moan so loud I was worried we'd wake up Peter for a second of course when Scott begins fingering him as well he didn't care anymore and tried rocking to his rhythm but just as I was getting in to it he pulled them out much to my annoyance luckily he replaced them very quickly with a much larger object pushing himself in with one thrust of his hips knowing he was built to take it rough no problem he then really shows what he can do As he immediately begins a horse and fast rhyme To get them off quick as with a guest they can be interrupted any second And this effect were rewarded as 5 minutes in and he can tell they were close so Scott picked him up off the desk holding him up with one of his arms and started to bounce him on and off his dick while the other hand started to jerk him off taking off a even faster Pace ''fuck I'm close'' Scott said ''me to together now'' and then Scott gave one more thrust pushing himself as far as he can inside me and hitting my prostate before finally cuming with me following right along Painting his stomach white.
+150 sex Points. Total: 495.
Dawn crept. Peter stirred as Scott brewed coffee, cover flawless. "Morning, whiz. Breakfast, then school?"
His sleepy smile sealed it. Bond deepening. Mutants, FF, invasion shadows? We'd face 'em. Harem foundation: Scott bound, Peter ripening. Mansion rising. Godhood stride one.
Peter's POV
Woke to coffee scent, Dennis in that tight shirt leaning on doorframe, green eyes mischievous. Scott flipped eggs pro-chef. Felt... home. Wrong vibe, but right. "Last night was epic," I mumbled, glasses on.
''Round two tonight?" His wink, thigh nudge under table.
''Yeah." Heart raced. Whatever this was, I dove in.
System to Dennis: Progress 55%. Field trip approach primed.
Scott's POV
Kids parted for school, me tailing subtle. Flash sneered at Peter--one glare, he bolted. Dennis's grin over shoulder: Good dog. Alpha pack growing. Mutants incoming? Bring it. Dennis's chi-bond fueled claws itching. Peter's glances back lingered. Harem scent marked. Field trip next--spider secured early. Legion AI tomorrow? Game on.