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Briiiiiiiiing! Brrrrriiiiiiiiing!
A notification came in on Miguel’s computer. The noise hadn’t startled him so much as it had surprised him. Jessica, Spider-Woman, hadn’t pinged him for the last few days. The multiverse had been surprisingly quiet… Perhaps a little too quiet? Regardless, Miguel opened his messages.
Spidey-Woman: Hey Miguel, sorry if I caught you brooding again. Got a live one down in the cells. You should check it out. -JD
ToothNClaw: I don’t brood.
Spidey-Woman: Yes, you do. Come down here; it’s interesting this time. -JD
ToothNClaw: Why? Another Rhino? Prowler? I have more pressing matters, thx.
Spidey-Woman: No. It’s another Spider-man. He’s… different. -JD
ToothNClaw: Why do you keep signing your texts? I know who you are!
Spidey-Woman: It’s built-in. I don’t know how to turn it off. Come down to the cell block, please? -JD
Spidey-Woman: I’ll get you your favorite empanadas! -JD
Spidey-Woman: Miguel? You there?
ToothNClaw: Omw.
ToothNClaw: I don’t need to be bribed, btw. I’m an adult.
Spidey-Woman: Mhhhhmmm. Okay Miguel. See you soon. -JD
Miguel threw his suit on and made his way down towards Holding Block A. This was where all the most dangerous menaces and threats to the multiverse were kept. Miguel walked past all the different versions of the Prowler and Electro until he finally spotted Jessica standing by another glowing orange cage.
“Oh, there he is. Found time to get out of your man cave?” Jessica chuckled. She didn’t even have to look up from her datapad to feel Miguel coming.
“It’s not a man cave; it’s my office! It’s where I plan all our missions.”
“Mhmmm, of course, dear.”
Miguel gave a huff. “What is it, then? What’s so pressing that it couldn’t wait?”
Jessica gestured to the cage before them. Miguel squinted to see past the nearly blinding orange light at who was inside.
It was a man sitting in the corner of the cage. He was curled up with his thighs against his chest and his head down by his knees. He was gently rocking back and forth, muttering something inaudible. Just from this view, Miguel could see his hair and the back of his neck, but not much else, aside from his all-black Spider-suit.
“Hmph. Looks nervous. Do you have any information on how he got here? Who bit him? How did he get his powers?”
“Unsure. He’s been tight as a clam since he got here. I’m not even sure how he got here.” Jessica scrolled through her datapad again, searching through the man’s exceptionally short file. “I honestly don’t know. Best we can guess is that he’s from Earth-616… so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s another Peter Parker.”
Miguel sighed loudly. “616 again? Another Peter Parker? I should’ve known. It always comes back to that little twerp. Is there… anything else? Or did you really just want me to stretch my legs?”
“Oh, there’s more,” Jessica answered, turning the datapad towards Miguel. On the pad was a series of genome sequences. On the top one was a label that read “Miguel”; the bottom one was marked with an ‘X’. “See this?”
“Yeah, you’ve been taking my DNA in my sleep?”
“Very funny. The top is you; the bottom is him. See anything?”
Miguel squinted at the datapad. He wasn’t much for genomes, but he noticed something strange right away.
“It’s… almost identical!”
Jessica turned the screen back to her. “Yes, but not exactly. You two share over half of the same DNA… but clearly, you two look nothing alike, not to mention he’s from another universe.”
Miguel’s mind was racing as he considered the possibilities. “I… I see. What else?”
“Well, like I said, you’re not related in the traditional sense. It’s just that you two share certain… traits.” She said as she made direct eye contact with Miguel’s mouth.
“My… My fangs?” Miguel felt his fangs grow and retract in his mouth. Another Spider-man had them too?! “You couldn’t possibly be implying…?”
Jessica nodded.
Miguel turned back towards the cage. The man inside was now staring at the two of them from behind the glass of the cage. His gaze was intense and unbroken.
“Well,” Miguel began, “He doesn’t look very happy to see me… What now?”
“The situation is troubling… at best. I know of your… nocturnal habits, Miguel. He’s worse… far worse.”
Miguel spun around quickly to face her. “Worse? Than drinking blood?”
She nodded as she took out the datapad again. On it this time was a grainy video of the man in question feeding on some criminal after he had been done taking them down. From what Miguel could see, it was a messy and gory affair. It would make any normal person throw up, but Miguel was someone who drank blood to live. It barely fazed him.
“Hmph. Not the worst thing I’ve seen. If the criminal he fed on was bad enough… then maybe it’s not such a big deal.”
Jessica looked up at Miguel, raised an eyebrow, and pursed her lips.
“But…” Miguel continued upon seeing his friend’s expression, “Clearly, we can’t have that continuing here. I’ll talk to him,”
“Thank you. See to it.” Jessica smiled. “It’s late. Do you want me to stick around while you talk? Play good cop?”
Miguel smiled under his mask. “No, that’s alright. We’re pretty far in the back, I doubt anyone will notice if I rough him up a little.”
Jessica raised another eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Well, have fun. I’m going to bed now.”
With that, she was off. Miguel let his hand hover over the cell’s control panel for a moment to make sure no one was around before opening the door and entering.
Miguel entered with his back to the wall. This man, whoever he was, couldn’t be trusted. Even with their shared traits, Miguel still knew nothing about this guy.
“Hey, uh, man. Can we chat? I mean you no harm.”
The man sitting in the corner looked Miguel up through the crack in his arms. The cell was dead silent. As the strange man watched him, his eyes traveled up and down Miguel’s body, as if he was a wolf sizing up a rabbit.
“Alright. I’m just gonna cut right to the point. Are you going to stop drinking blood, or are you gonna keep it up?”
The man’s head perked up at the question. “Blood? Who said anything about blood?”
Miguel wasn’t surprised the man’s voice was deep, but it put a little pressure on him to keep his own voice low and domineering.
“It says right here on the datapad. We have a video of you feeding on someone.” He lifted the holographic tablet and showed it to the man, pressing play on the video.
To his surprise, the man grinned widely. A normal smile at first, but it quickly stretched slightly too far past where any normal person’s mouth would go. As he spoke, Miguel could spot the man’s prominent fangs.
“Feeding? You don’t say…”
Miguel stopped in his tracks, noticing the odd and very creepy smile. He cleared his throat. “You’re gonna cut it out now that you’re here, right? You won’t keep sucking blood out of people, right?”
The man stared at him for a long time before speaking. “Who said it’s just blood?”
Miguel froze at the question. He was… not expecting that answer, and perhaps was visibly horrified at the idea.
“You… You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
The man tilted his head in response. Then, his eyes widened. “Hey... I know you... you're the vampire Spider-man... right? The one who likes to bite! ”
The way the strange man emphasized the word “bite” made chills run up Miguel’s spine.
“Yes, I am… the vampire Spider-man.”
The man picked his head up, and Miguel could see the man’s entire face. He was quite handsome, but in a heterosexual, no-feelings way.
The man ran his tongue over his top teeth. His voice became low and confident, clearly contrasting Miguel’s rising tension. “Then you know what it’s like. The hunger.”
Miguel nodded. Maybe there was someone out there who understood him after all. He understood, clearly, but at the same time, he was concerned about what this man had done in the past… and what he might do in the future. “Yes… the endless cycle of hunger. There’s always got to be the next fix… it never goes away. And the more you fight it, the worse it gets. You’ve got to find some kind of way to deal with it… do you agree?”
The man smirked and nodded. “I do. It just gets worse and worse every time I try to ignore it.”
“And what do you do about it? When it gets too overwhelming to ignore?” Miguel leaned in slightly, his tone very curious.
The stranger looked him up and down again, then licked his lips. “I feast.”
Miguel sighed. “And have you… done a lot of feasting?” He was doing his best to keep his tone stern but level.
The man simply chuckled. “Not a lot. Just enough to keep me satiated. I assume you do the same? You seem like an… upstanding type.”
Miguel nodded and crossed his arms. “Thank you. I understand it’s tough, but there has to be a way for us to take care of the hunger without hurting other people.”
The man raised an eyebrow. He relaxed his rigid posture and sat cross-legged on the floor of his cell. “Oh? And how do you take care of your hunger?”
“Animal blood. Easy and fairly inexpensive.” While Miguel’s tone was level and confident, there was an obvious feeling of guilt in it. Even through everything, he still felt guilty admitting to his… pastimes. It was a secret that he tried to keep as close to his chest as possible, but clearly, that was not working out well. “I do my best to keep myself in check.”
The strange man slowly rose to his feet. Miguel wasn’t surprised again that the two of them were about the same height, but he quickly realized it made him lose his sense of superiority.
The man slowly began to walk forward, his voice dripping with tension. “Animal blood? Someone so... big... as you? Don't you miss it, though? The feeling of ripping into a tender, soft neck? The first gush of life that hits your tongue? Can you really keep yourself in check for much longer?”
Miguel took a quick step back, concerned at how close the man had gotten. He attempted not to break eye contact and to stand his ground. “Yes, I can.”
“Oh?” The man seemed to goad. “You mean even now there’s no need to… indulge? ”
Miguel crossed his arms again, fists forming under his sleeves. “No. There is not.” He took another step back. He didn’t want to keep doing so, but the threat of the man pouncing seemed very real.
Annoyingly, the dangerous new Spider-Man took several steps forward, close enough that he could grab Miguel. “Interesting… You’re a strange one…
Another step forward. He was so tantalizingly close now. The man then extended his hand and stopped it right in front of Miguel’s chest. He could feel the heat from the man’s palm through his suit. “I always wondered if I'd find another like me. Someone who understands the... hunger.”
Miguel took a deep breath as a shudder emanated throughout his body. He watched the man’s hand hover just in front of him, his breathing getting faster and heavier. He could feel sweat forming on his brow within the mask. Keeping his eyes on this strange man was aggravating, and he was slowly beginning to lose his composure. The man was clearly trying to taunt him… and it was working.
“And just what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me’?”
The man’s gaze was unbroken as he made direct eye contact. He grinned once more. “Take off your mask, big man. I want to see you.”
Miguel shook his head. “No.” He needed something, anything to help him stand his ground. He couldn’t back up anymore; that would be admitting defeat to this total stranger.
In response, the man began to run his hand near Miguel’s chest, just close enough that he could feel its warmth, but without the satisfaction of contact. “Why not? Am I not showing you my own face?”
A small shudder ran through Miguel’s body as the man’s hand hovered over his chest. He did his best to ignore it, but his mouth was going dry, and it felt like there was a lump in his throat. He honestly wasn’t sure what to do. At this proximity, any sudden movements would likely spark a physical confrontation.
To make matters worse, the man stepped closer and removed his hand. Now, both of their chests were mere inches apart. The warmth spread all over Miguel’s torso. There was almost a magnetic pull to the other man that Miguel was putting quite a lot of effort into resisting.
“C’mon, why?” The man continued as he furrowed his brow. “Are you too good for me?”
There were a few moments of silence before the man’s annoyed frown turned to a sly giggle. He began to reach up towards Miguel’s mask with his hand. “C’mon, big boy. Show me those pearly whites…”
The man’s hand quickly closed in on Miguel’s mask. He couldn’t show his face to this stranger, so he did the only thing that could save him: he stepped away.
The man groaned as Miguel did so. “Ugh. You’re no fun, you know that?”
Miguel let out a sigh of relief as the man retracted his arm, but his fists balled at his sides, and his face morphed into one of anger. “Is this all just a game to you? Trying to taunt and antagonize me so I take the first swing? Well, I won’t give you the satisfaction.”
The strange man quickly stepped forward once more, giving the other man little time to react. Both men’s faces were dangerously close, much closer than Miguel was comfortable. This close, he could see in great detail just how long and pointy the stranger’s canine teeth really were.
“I don't want you to swing at me. I've been watching you, Miguel. I like you.”
Miguel could feel the sweat run down his temples. “What… are you doing?”
“Take off the mask, big boy. I don’t want to kiss you through all that latex…” The man winked with a grin.
Miguel shuddered again, unsure of how to respond. “No… I will leave it on.”
He was quickly reminded of how close their faces were when the other man squinted and smirked. “Oh? And if I tear it off with my teeth?”
A small, nervous whimper came out of Miguel’s mouth as he watched the man raise his vision to his mask. “N-No! NO!”
His tone was loud and harsh. Hopefully, that would be enough to scare the man away. His fists were so tightly balled that his knuckles were turning white.
Thankfully, the man suddenly stepped back, but a large smile crossed his face. He put a hand over his chest as if overcome with shock.
“Oh my! You’re so commanding! How bossy!”
“I am serious. Do not even try to remove my mask.”
The man then tilted his head to the side like some huge predator locking eyes on its prey. “Why not? Are you deformed? Do you have some huge scar?”
Miguel’s eyebrows knit together in a hard glare as he shook his head. “How dare you?! No, I’m neither of those! My appearance is not any of your business.”
The man stared for a moment before he snorted and sighed loudly. He sat himself down on the bench of the cell. “Fine! You wanna play hard-to-get, I get it. You’re such a hard ass.”
Miguel noticed the man staring at his butt before he continued.
“You do have a nice ass, though.”
Miguel looked shocked for a moment at the comment about his “assets”. He could feel a tinge of warmth in his cheeks. “I… I… My butt is… nice? Is that what you just said?”
The man leaned back against the glowing orange wall of the cell and nodded. The way he was now gazing upon Miguel’s lower half was almost more dehumanizing than his unbroken eyes on his top half beforehand.
“Quite. You do a lot of squats? You’re caked up back there.”
Miguel looked away, clearly embarrassed. He… honestly was not sure how to best respond, but he knew he was feeling very self-conscious. “Th-That is… so rude!”
The man snorted again and ran his hand along the wall of the cell. “So is keeping me locked up in this... cage, like I'm some damn criminal! I'm Spider-man, just like you! Let me out!”
Miguel looked at the man’s suit. It was all black with a barely visible black and silver Spider-man emblem on the chest, working its way to the back. Still, Miguel couldn’t help but remember the video Jessica showed him.
“We’re nothing alike. You’re a crazy person.”
“We're very alike. Honestly, you and I are probably the most alike in this whole compound.”
“How dare you?! You’re a sick, cruel person! We are nothing alike!” Miguel’s voice quickly grew harsh, as if the thought of comparing the two men was blasphemy of the highest degree. “You are a murderer! I am a hero! You’re a psychopath… and a menace! We. Are. Nothing. Alike.”
The man immediately shot up from his seat, face similarly enraged. “Nothing alike?! We’re both fucking vampire-cannibal… things! We eat people! We both save the city we live in!
Miguel’s eyes went wide at the comparison. It sunk deeper than he would’ve liked. “N-No… We’re not the same.”
“Pahh! We're basically the same person. You're just hiding behind your hot-shot superiority. Everyone in this complex thinks you're so cool, right? Like you're not a man-eater?”
Miguel was shocked at the man’s brazen words. His temper was going to get the better of him, and he was doing his best not to explode. He could feel his heartbeat getting quicker by the minute. “I-I…”
“Well, c'mon then! Be angry at me, big boy! Take it out on me! Prove me wrong! Beat me and show your dominance! Prove you can take down the big scary beast!” The strange man waved his hands around for emphasis as he shouted, as if taunting Miguel to really come and hit him.
“Hey, I-!”
The man quickly stepped forward. Now, the two were no more than a foot away. The man’s stare was harsh enough to cut glass.
“Hit me, coward. ”
Red began to cloud Miguel’s vision. “Coward”. How fucking presumptuous. Who does he think he is, saying that?!
Without another thought, Miguel’s powerful fist flew through the air and made contact with the man’s jaw. The punch hit HARD, as noticed by the low but distinct CRACK!
To Miguel’s surprise, the punch did not send the man flying. Instead, while he recoiled at the force of being hit, his feet were still firmly planted. The man stared at the floor, his breath heavy as he recovered from the swing.
Then, after a few moments, he looked up… and smiled, his voice slightly muffled.
“Good boy.”
Miguel was in shock, both at the lack of physical response and the pet-name.
“What- What are you? What are you made of? You should be a pathetic little mess on the floor right now!”
The man tilted his head to the side. To his horror, it looked as if the man’s jaw had indeed been dislocated by the strong punch. Apparently, there was a stronger effect than had been initially let on.
Miguel gasped at the sight. “You… How? How did you…? How are you alive? How is that possible? Is…”
Before Miguel could finish his thought, the man followed his eyes to where he was looking. He sighed. Then, to Miguel’s horror, grabbed his own mandible and roughly set his jaw back in place with a CRUNCH.
“Ah, there we go. Much better now. I hate not being able to talk properly.”
Miguel watched with his own jaw agape at the cringe-worthy sight. “W-What happened to you? What… are you?”
Unfortunately, the man simply threw his head back and cackled like a supervillain. “Oh, man, if only I could see your face right now! I bet you’re so scared of me, big boy!”
Miguel felt extremely embarrassed to be laughed at by the man. He was quickly turning nervous. “Y-You’re a freak. What do you want from this place? What do you want from me?”
The strange man’s cackle diminished into a small giggle. “Oh, relax. I’m not that freakish, considering all the different Spider-men in this complex. And don’t worry; it didn’t hurt that much. My jaw can just unhinge on it’s own!”
Miguel’s mouth continued to hang open. “You’re… You’re not human, are you?”
The man shook his head with a big smile. “Nope! But neither are you, yes?”
Miguel gasped at the admission, feeling more shocked than before. “So, what are you?”
After a moment of consideration, the man asked a very different question than expected. “Wanna see me open my mouth the whole way?”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Not at all. Well? It’s an offer I don’t just show anyone!”
Miguel’s body tensed up as he watched the man lick at his canine teeth. “How are you even able to do that?”
“Wanna know my story?” The man sighed.
Miguel’s eyebrow raised and then realized there was no way for the man to see that with his mask open. “I… yes.”
The man then sighed once more and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well… let’s see… I don’t want to bore you… Well, I was born in Brooklyn. I'm a total nerd with very little aptitude for STEM subjects. I'm a very good artist and writer, though. The spider that bit me was mutated beyond... anything you can imagine…”
Miguel watched the man shudder at the memory as he continued.
“I... well... let's just say I had one of the more painful transformations out of any Spider man or woman here. Now... I'm barely human. I can climb walls, I can blend into shadows, I crave human flesh... and some... other ‘small’ in-human details…”
Miguel was listening intently to the story. This was the first time all night when he seemed least at risk of being beaten to death.
The man continued, sighing as he finished. “I've been doing my best to keep my feeding to only criminals. I'm sure you know the feeling. I haven't always been the best boy, though. I've slipped up... more times than I can count.”
Even under his mask, Miguel’s expression turned from general horror to one of empathy and sadness. He knew what that was like, to slip up so horrifically. Many times too.
“I... I can’t begin to imagine how rough that must have been. But at least you’re trying to make up for it now, right?”
The man snorted at the question. “Yeah, make up for it... I don't know, man. I'm done trying to force myself to be what I'm not!”
“What? What do you mean? Are you saying that you are going to stop trying to be who you are not? Are you going to start hurting innocent people?”
“It's not that simple!” The man waved his hands for emphasis. “I can't just... drink animal blood like you! I need to eat MEAT. I need sustenance. Animal meat just doesn't cut it for me... and in this economy, I can't afford the quantity of animal meat I'd need to sustain myself.”
Miguel felt a dry lump in his throat. Fear began to rise in his eyes. “Why? How does human meat taste different than animal meat?”
“It's so... gosh, how do I describe it... It can taste in a number of different ways. A little sweet, a little sour... It usually depends on how well the person takes care of their body. I ate a person undergoing chemotherapy once. Well, I tried to before I threw them up for several weeks.”
Miguel’s eyes went extra wide. “What?! You’re a monster! You’re worse than a monster! You’re evil!”
“Hey! I didn't know he had cancer! He was robbing a bank! His file said that he'd be on death row anyways!”
“That’s no excuse for murder! And I don’t care… cancer or not, you are a man-eater. You eat other human beings!”
The man took a moment, dumbfounded at the audacity of Miguel’s statement. He pointed a finger angrily as he yelled back. “Excuse me? Don't get all high and mighty now, VAMPIRE! You can't tell me that you never accidentally bled someone dry? No time where you just got SO thirsty that you just couldn't help yourself and sucked them to the bone?!”
“What a ridiculous thing to say! I… I’ve never…” Miguel trailed off. Try as he might, he knew the man was correct. In his younger years, he used to bleed criminals dry and gorge on their blood. That was years ago, but he still sometimes worried he’d slip back into that temptation.
The strange man huffed as he spoke. “I don't know you, personally, but I know your type. You act like a GOD to prove that you're not your past. But I know what those fangs can do. You're hungry. You want to feed. You're desperate for a good meal.”
Miguel’s entire body tightened at the brief thought of a satisfying meal. If he wasn’t so prudent about keeping his mask on, he’d be giving a deathly stare and bare his fangs to mark his aggression. Despite this, he let out a sigh of admittance. “You’re… correct. But that’s in the past now. I will not become that again – no matter what.”
“Why not? Animal blood really that good?”
“No! Because I’m not a monster… like you! Maybe you deserve to be locked up down here! You disgust me!”
The man rolled his eyes, his face turning from annoyance to amusement. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
Miguel did not appreciate the man’s words. “You are a cannibal! How dare you insult me in such a way? You are a horrific monster that needs to be kept locked away from everyone else for their safety!”
Strangely, the man laughed at the cruel words. “A cannibal? But baby, that implies I'm still human!” As he extended his arms as if for a hug, Miguel could see something writhing underneath his tight Spider suit.
“What… What are you?!” Miguel’s expression added confusion to the horror.
The man instead casually patted down his suit. The wriggling went away quickly. “What I told you was true. I was born a human in Brooklyn… about 12 days before 9/11. But I'm so... SO much more than that now…”
Miguel shook his head. “How? How can you be ‘SO much more’ now? How did you become such a monster?”
“Same way the other Spider-men got it. A spider bit me. This spider just happened to have been fused with DNA from some eldritch otherworldly space monster. So, as a result, I've got... err... a little more underneath than the average guy.”
Miguel couldn’t believe this. First, he eats people; now he’s got the DNA of some cosmic demon?! “You… you have some sort of space-alien DNA in you?!”
“Yeah, basically. It lets me do cool shit like this.”
To Miguel’s horror once more, amplified this time, the man opened his mouth, but it didn’t end there. As if unhinging his jaw, the bottom half stretched open much further than any normal person’s mouth should open. The teeth were exceptionally sharp and slightly tinted red. As if things couldn’t get worse, the man extended his tongue, which lolled out of his mouth by nearly a foot. It dripped with saliva until he put it back inside and closed his mouth.
To say that Miguel was in shock was an understatement. “You are one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. You are a monster. You are a literal monster!”
“Oh, my! So harsh! Tell me more, baby. Tell me how much you hate me!”
“What? You enjoy me berating you?! And why do you keep calling me ‘baby’?!” Miguel spit.
With a giggle, the strange man smiled slyly. “Because you're like a big baby, cowering and fighting away everything you don't understand. If you took a moment and actually, like, talked to me, you'd see I'm not that bad.”
“I have no intention. And I am not a baby. I am a man dedicated to justice and the good of mankind - and I will not back down from a monster like you.”
“Aww, you don’t wanna be my baby? ”
The sudden, charged comment made Miguel freeze. A strange zing of energy shot through his body at the question. He felt a warmth creep under his collar. What was happening? This is strange.
“Why… do I feel weird? I feel… odd. What did you just do to me, freak? ”
The man stopped in place, blinked, then let out a short laugh. “I… what? Oh my god, are you… feeling things for me, O’Hara?”
“N-No! Of course not! I’d never.”
Miguel’s legs were shaking slightly. “What is this… uh… strange sensation I feel? It’s not right… this isn’t right! Why… why do I feel this way?”
“Aww, are you getting a little crush on me, Miguel? Does the thought of the two of us sharing such a hefty appetite... excite you? ” The man’s eyes were alight with eagerness. He reached out a hand to caress Miguel’s cheek.
“N-No, don’t do this! I don’t understand what I’m feeling! Do not touch me!”
As if on command, the man then clasped his hands behind his back. “Of course. I only want you to touch me if you desire to do so.”
Miguel’s eyes went wide. His heart was beginning to pound. What did this mean?!
“Desire to do so? Desire to touch you? Desire…? Oh no…”
It was clearly a trap when the strange man meekly tilted his head to the side, exposing the tender flesh of his neck. Miguel could hear the blood pumping through the other man’s veins, thanks to his vampiric Spider-Sense. The blood sounded so fast… so hot. Miguel felt his stomach rumble.
“No, no, no, no, no! No! What am I feeling?!”
To make matters worse, the man then dropped to his knees before Miguel, hands still clasped behind his back. His neck was clearly visible under his black suit. It was… tantalizing. It was getting harder to resist by the second.
“Are you… hungry? Do you want a little snack, baby?”
Another zing of energy sprang through Miguel’s body. His heart was pumping so incredibly fast. His stomach was rumbling. His meal was… right there. But… no… he couldn’t! That would be throwing away YEARS of progress! But then again, he couldn’t deny that he felt… peckish.
As the man spoke, his eyes and tone were seductive and submissive as he stared up at the other man. “Yes, come on. Feed from me. My blood is so tasty, and I know you must be STARVING with all that paltry animal blood they make you drink. Please, Miguel... I want you to... Please…”
Miguel’s face was flush under the mask. He was known as a man to quickly lose his temper, and this was another one of those times, just in a different way.
“I… Mierda! Y-Yes. I… I want it… I… I will…”
“Good boy... Take me then. Bite into my neck and take what's yours…”
Miguel reached out as if to take hold of the man’s neck, but he stopped. He couldn’t! No! Resist!
“I… I…”
“Come on... take that mask off and lemme see those big sharp teeth! Make me cry as you bite me! Do it! Hurt me! Do it now!” The man bit back, almost throwing himself to Miguel’s authority.
“Y-You want me to hurt you? Why? How does that…” Miguel’s words came out as a panicked whisper as his desires began to take over.
The blush on the strange man’s cheeks was bright red. “Don't worry about that, baby. Just focus on yourself. Think about how good my hot blood will feel on your tongue. Think about how good it'll feel to be finally FULL after all this time.”
“I… P-Please… I…”
With that, Miguel dropped to his knees. He looked at the man with a mix of terror and excitement. Try as he might to resist the urges… his stomach was rumbling.
The strange man then leaned forward, offering up his soft neck again. “Take me… Bite.”
“Y-Yes… I want it… I WANT IT!”
“Then get closer, baby. Let me feel your lips on my neck…”
He moved in close at the command. “Yes…”
“Now take the mask off, baby. I wanna see you.”
Miguel’s heart sank and felt like it was exploding. “N-No… I refuse… I have my reasons… I have…”
The man sighed, his hot breath washing over Miguel’s mask. “Then allow me.”
With a swift movement, the man leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of Miguel’s mask in his teeth, pulling up to expose everything below the nose. After, he immediately pushed his face into the crook of Miguel’s neck. His face was warm as he planted little kisses along the tender, clothed flesh and collarbone.
“M-My suit…” Miguel whimpered. “P-Please…”
The man leaned up, tongue running along his top teeth. “Please... what? Tell me what you want from me, baby…”
“N-No… please…”
“I want words, baby. Tell me with your big boy words…”
Then there were gentle hands on Miguel’s muscular thighs.
“Mmmph, my t-thighs…” Miguel whispered. He wasn’t sure how much longer this could last.
“Oh? What about your thighs? Feeling… good?” The man gave the taut thighs a nice squeeze.
Miguel’s body was so hot and tense that it felt like it would explode at any moment. “Y-Yes…” He felt the hands begin slowly moving up to his stomach.
“And what about these rock-hard abs? You can't possibly be so tense because of little old me... right?”
Miguel’s breath caught in his throat at the new sensation. His body was so hot that he wanted to strip his suit off, but that would be too much. His stomach rumbled again.
“R-Rock hard?! Y-You… you like my…?” Miguel’s voice faltered. He could feel tears starting to well in his eyes.
“I love them. I love big strong men like you. I love how hard-to-get you play... and how quickly you crumble…” Gentle caresses of his stomach through his suit almost sent Miguel into overdrive. There was so much sweat, so much hot air…
“I… Please…”
The man kept his hands on Miguel’s stomach as he pressed even closer. Their lips were close.
“Mmm, what nice lips. So plump. Open your mouth, pretty boy. I wanna see those fangs…”
Finally, Miguel capitulated and opened his mouth to show off the sharp teeth.
The strange man gasped excitedly at the sight. “Oh my! So pointy!”
Miguel’s heart fluttered at the compliment. Their faces were so fucking close, and the tension was driving him wild. He didn’t even realize that he was already at half-mast; the captivating eyes of the strange man had him in a chokehold.
“Yes… They are.”
The man leaned forward. His eyes had shifted to be more commanding.
“Kiss me.”
Miguel was silent for a moment before he spoke, his breathing heavy.
“You… want me to kiss…?”
Then, as if some terrible force overwhelmed him, Miguel smashed his face into the man’s, their lips connecting in a powerful display of passion. The strange man kissed back deeply, and it wasn’t long until he bit at Miguel’s lips and tongue with his own fangs. The little zings of pain were absolutely delightful.
After a few minutes of hot and heavy spit-swapping, Miguel pushed the man over onto his back and pinned his wrists above his head in a single grip.
“Oh, fuck yes! Give it to me! Take what's yours!” The man moaned at the sheer display of dominance.
Miguel’s heart kept pounding, and saliva began dripping from his tongue. “Y-Yes… I want you… You’re mine.”
“Yes! B-Bite me! Please! Drink from m-my body!”
Red began to cloud Miguel’s vision as he stared down at the strange man. In one swift movement, he ripped his mask all the way off his head and grabbed a handful of the man’s hair, pulling his head back so Miguel’s fangs could sink deep into the tender flesh. The first gush of blood entered his mouth, and his body felt like it was being hit with fireworks. It overwhelmed the vampire side of his brain. He wanted MORE!
Miguel began to bite deeper and deeper into the man’s neck, not caring about leaving permanent damage. He wanted blood, and he got it. The man’s moans were loud and heavy as Miguel continued to drink from his newfound source. He lapped up every drop as both men’s bodies ground together.
“M-More… I n-need more…” Miguel moaned as he sucked deeply from the wound.
“Y-Yes... You c-can bite me in... other p-places too, if you want…”
Miguel perked up at the statement. “Other places? Where are these other places?”
The strange man then arched his back, as if exposing his entire body up for consumption. “T-Take what you’d like. I heal quick.”
Miguel’s eyes lit up as sweet crimson nectar dripped from his chin. “Really now? Well then… if you say you heal fast… Then what part of you heals the fastest? ”
The man blushed, gently prodding the wet hole in his neck. “I... Everywhere, really. Well, anywhere that gets a large amount of blood. Make of that information what you will.” He winked.
Miguel’s eyes went wide again. His face was the epitome of unquenchable hunger and desire. “What about we go somewhere more… private then? I’d like to test this hypothesis. It’ll be somewhere you and I can be completely alone. ”
The strange man’s eyes lit up at the offer. “I… Yes. Yes, please!”
Miguel then quickly picked up the man in a swift moment and threw him over his shoulder. He brought the strange man straight to his bedroom, using his best stealth skills to avoid being caught in an embarrassingly homoerotic situation.
Once in the bedroom, Miguel threw the man down over his desk, swiping everything to the floor in one swift movement.
“Now…” Miguel groaned as he let the weight of the man down. “I can have as much of your blood as I want.”
The strange man moaned in apprehension. “Oh? Where will you bite me, big boy? My neck again? Or somewhere... else?”
“Mmm, somewhere… less seen.”
Miguel’s hands crept to the man’s thighs, just as had been done to him moments earlier.
“Oh! Oh~!” The man gasped as Miguel’s strong hands got closer and closer to his crotch. “T-There?”
“Yes…” Miguel growled as he licked at the drying blood still gently flowing from the man’s neck. “I… I want more. I want to taste all of you! All of it!”
Miguel released his hand over the strange man’s wrists and crouched down so he was eye-level with the man’s muscular thighs. A flutter rushed through his heart.
“Oh, yes… I’ve never done this before… Do I have permission to do this… to you?”
Quickly, the man stripped the bottom half of his Spider-suit off, leaving him in his underwear from the waist down. He was noticeably erect as well. “Of course. I'll let you know if it's too much. Until then... take your fill…”
“M-My fill… Yes… Yes… ”
Miguel rested the tip of his nose against the strange man’s bulge, taking in the scent before he made quick kisses along the tender, clothed flesh.
After a few moments of quick moans and delicate kisses, Miguel sunk his teeth into the inner thigh.
“Ahhh!” The strange man moaned loudly as the fangs pierced him. “F-Fuck!”
To Miguel’s annoyance, very little blood came from the wound. He let go of the thigh in his mouth and watched as a few little dribbles of red blood came out. He lapped them all up with his tongue.
“S-Sorry, not a lot of b-blood there, I guess.” The man apologized.
Miguel didn’t confirm or deny the feeling, instead licking a bloody line of saliva across the man’s thigh to the outer region.
“Here?” Miguel asked, his lips inches away from the man’s skin.
“Y-Yes. Try there, baby.”
Without another word, Miguel sunk his teeth into the outer thigh. The man’s moans sounded like a cry for help, but his sudden hip bucking let the other man know he wasn’t going too far.
Blood began to gush from the wound into Miguel’s mouth, filling it up before he swallowed it all.
“Mmmmm, mmmmm! ” Miguel moaned as he drank, hoping the vibrations from his lips would loosen more blood. His hunger was growing stronger and stronger by the second. He needed more… more!
“Ahhh, f-fuck! That’s… g-good! Keep going, b-baby!”
Miguel was digging his tongue into the wound, his teeth clamped hard into the flesh. The tension kept building and building as he drank more and more. Without even realizing it, Miguel bit down… hard. As he pulled away, a chunk of thigh meat came with it in his teeth. The man screamed in agonizing bliss as he did so. Blood began spurting from the wound. It ran down the man’s leg.
It took Miguel a second to realize why there was a meatball-sized lump in his mouth.
“Oh, my goodness… I’m so s-sorry! I-I wasn’t careful enough… I didn’t mean… I never meant to…”
The man looked down at the damage, then began to laugh. “I-It's fine. I told you... I heal quickly. F-Fuck, that felt good…”
Miguel was astonished, and his heart fluttered a little. “You… enjoyed that?”
Miguel then realized that the piece of flesh was still in his mouth. His stomach churned at the thought of swallowing it… but would it be considered rude to the “chef” if he spit it out?
The man noticed the tension. He giggled and pressed a finger to Miguel’s lips. “Hey, weren’t you raised not to talk with food in your mouth?”
The taste of the meat mixed with the blood. After a significant moment of consideration, Miguel chewed and swallowed.
“Y-You’re laughing… Do you find this funny?” Miguel asked quite sheepishly.
The man instead let out a sigh of relief as he watched the other swallow. “I’m just amused. How did I taste, baby? Sweet? Salty?”
“Ahh… I’m… I’m sorry. I just… wanted to taste more.”
The man’s thigh tensed as Miguel placed his hand on it again. A little spurt of blood shot from the wound and landed on Miguel’s cheek. The man was leaning against the desk with his arms, barely holding on. He was sweating profusely as his labored breathing made his chest rise and fall.
“I-It's good. You're doing... g-good. Don't be s-sorry. I... I want more.”
“You want more of this? Really?”
The man nodded silently. “Yes! P-Please! It makes me f-feel so good! I want you to d-drink your fill. I want to feed you…”
“You really mean that?”
“Y-Yes. Feed from me. Do it.”
Miguel didn’t waste any time as he began lapping up the blood again, making the man moan.
“You taste… so good…” Miguel groaned in between swallows. “I want… more… I want to eat all of you…”
The strange man grabbed Miguel’s hair and leaned down for a kiss, licking his own blood from his lips. “I'm glad. Normally, the idea of you eating me would be intensely erotic... but I'd rather live.”
Miguel looked back down at the man’s thigh. It was already beginning to heal. “Woah. You weren’t kidding about healing quickly. How… Then we can go a lot further, can’t we?”
The strange man giggled as Miguel admired his body. “It's how I've survived this long. You could stab me right now, and it'd be like just giving me a slap. It's quite fun.”
“Well then,” Miguel pondered as he rose to his feet, “I guess I can do a lot more than just bite you then, hm?”
“Oh? Like what?” The man’s face was flush.
“Well, we could continue my little love bites. Or you could satisfy me in… a different way. Would you like to find out? Something a little more… visceral?”
“Visceral? Oh my... Do you want to... eat more of me? Or just drink me?”
“Well, what do you want to do? Eat or drink?” The man giggled, offering both choices.
Miguel’s face was also hot. He felt the blood drip off his chin onto his Spider-suit. Damn, he’d have to throw this one out probably.
“Well then, my personal preference is to bite and eat… but if you would prefer to drink my blood…”
Miguel brought his face in close. “...I’m open to that.”
The man giggled. “And you called me the freakish cannibal.”
“W-Well hey, now you’re just making fun of me… It’s perfectly natural… for a mutant like me…” Miguel opened his mouth and showed off his blood-covered fangs. His eyes were almost shining with an orange glow. “It’s just who I am… A freakish monster… like you said…”
As Miguel breathed out his confirmation, the stranger pulled him in by his lapels and brought their lips together. The kiss was passionate and exceptionally erotic.
“F-Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Miguel pulled away from the kiss, a droplet of saliva hanging between both of their mouths. “You really like that?”
“Yes. I wanted you since I saw you.”
“You… wanted me? You liked me? You… wanted a freak like me? ”
The stranger smiled and gently kissed Miguel on the cheek. “Why wouldn't I? We're both freaks of nature. Have you forgotten I literally eat people? You're a vampire, and I'm basically a cannibal who can't die; it's like a match made in heaven. Not to mention... you're super cute and muscular…” The man’s hands were on Miguel’s abs again.
Miguel’s body tensed at the feeling, then relaxed, finally, for the first time all night. “Oh my goodness… You’re making me blush. I… I guess you’re right.”
Miguel pressed their lips together again. “You’re quite handsome as well.”
“So, how was it? Taking your first bite? Exhilarating?” The man ran his fingers through Miguel’s hair.
“Incredible. I’ve never…” Miguel’s eyes seemed to get brighter at the new thought he had. “What else are you willing to let me do to you?”
In response, the man stripped away the top half of his Spider-suit. Miguel could see that the man’s body rivaled his own in terms of strength and muscularity. There were some very faint scars underneath the man’s pecs that caught his attention.
“Oh my, those scars tell me you really like being bit…”
The man chuckled heartily at the statement and gently rubbed the scars beneath his chest. “Oh, these? These were actually from surgery before I got bit by the spider. All my other scars have totally healed, as you can see.” He gestured down to his leg. Miguel followed his gaze and saw that the bite into his thigh had almost completely healed into a faint scar.
Miguel gasped. “Oh, I see. What if... I wanted to bite you in a place that’s much more sensitive?” His eyes trailed down to the man’s crotch, which was straining against his black boxer briefs.
“I… Oh my.” The stranger’s eyes widened. “You mean… there?”
Miguel smirked as he rested his index finger on the band of the other man’s underwear. “Why not? It’s… engorged with blood, no? Would you allow me to? Even if it’s not very… civilized?”
The strange man snorted and looked away, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his lips. “Gosh. Sucking me off is one thing. But taking a nibble… that’s… quite a lot.”
Miguel’s face dropped. “Oh, I understand. I just… I want to taste more of you. I’m still so hungry! ”
“Mmm, more blood? Or… something more solid?”
“S-Solid.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, my my, Miguel. The hunger is really turning you into a greedy little boy.” The stranger purred as he stroked the other man’s chest. “Tell you what. Strip naked, and I'll let you eat whatever part of me you'd like.”
The stranger wasn’t even through with his sentence before Miguel tore off his Spider-suit and threw it to the floor. He let his hard cock bob freely as a drip of pre-cum dribbled from the tip.
“Oh my! So eager! Good boy! ” The stranger laughed as Miguel stood proudly before him. “I can see why you’re in charge. You’re so… wow. Did the spider DNA change… everything?”
Miguel looked down at his penis and nodded rather sheepishly. “Yes. It made me more… potent, for lack of a better term.”
The man’s face was red with lust. “G-Guess I better match you then. Can’t have you be fully clothed, and I still hide mine away.” In a swift movement, the stranger removed his underwear, leaving both men totally in the nude.
Miguel’s eyes rested on his partner’s genitals, which were equally engorged with blood. “Woah. That’s… you’re bigger than I thought. Does it usually look like that?”
The stranger let out a short laugh. “I… well… I suppose so. I’m still trying to work some stuff out. But… let’s not focus on that for now. I wanna satisfy you, baby.” The man wrapped his arms around Miguel’s neck and brought his face in for a kiss. “So… what body part shall it be? What looks the most tantalizing?”
Miguel kissed up and down the stranger’s cheek and face, licking the sweat from just under his neck. “What if you hate what I choose?”
“Don’t worry about that. I can take it.”
Miguel licked a strip up the man’s neck. “I think I know what I want then.”
The stranger didn’t even have to ask when Miguel’s fangs began nibbling at the tender neck flesh again. “You want me there again, baby? Sounds good.”
Miguel was then surprised when the stranger turned around and bent over the desk, his ass in the air. Miguel marveled at the stranger’s back muscles as he put his chest to the wood.
“Well? I’m already bent over the table. So come on then, stud. Mount me.”
A rush of adrenaline and lust filled Miguel’s body. His cock twitched at the statement, and another dribble of pre-cum dripped from the tip.
It was a bit awkward putting his entire body weight on top of the stranger, but as the man arched his back, it allowed Miguel easier access to his neck. He planted little kisses along the neck as he readied himself to feed again.
“Oh… I… Miguel… Be careful to avoid my spine, please.”
Miguel growled as he had been about to sink his teeth in. “Yes… mi amor. ”
Then, Miguel reached up and grasped the man’s wrist with his hand, holding it down against the desk. The stranger gasped and let out a moan. Miguel pressed his face into the man’s neck and bit, hard.
“Fuck, you taste even better up close like this…” Miguel moaned in between drinks. It wasn’t long before the stranger felt Miguel’s hard cock bucking at his ass, desperate for contact.
“Ah, f-fuck!” The man whined. “You’re s-so hard, f-fuck! I… I want…”
In what may have been an act of desperation, Miguel took ahold of the man’s hair once more and yanked him upright, sliding his cock in-between the stranger’s thighs.
“I... oh my god. P-Please, take control of me. M-make me yours... please.”
Miguel began to slowly slide his cock back and forth in-between the stranger’s thighs. The stranger spit on his hand and allowed Miguel to stick his penis into his fist to lubricate it up. Chafing would ruin the mood terribly.
“C-Close your legs, pequeño puto … I wanna feel you squeeze me…”
The stranger spit on his hand again, rubbing it all over the tip of Miguel’s cock as blood continued to dribble from his neck all over his chest and back. On command, he squeezed his legs together and leaned back against Miguel’s firm chest.
“F-Fuck, so needy. Stay still, chico. ” Miguel moaned as he bit back into the stranger’s neck. He dug his tongue into the wound, drinking up as much blood as possible. He kept bucking his hips as he fed deeply, rubbing harshly against the other man’s own genitals.
“I-I-I-I… Miguel! Oh, f–fuck! Don’t stop! I’m getting c-cl…oooooh my god, fuck!”
Miguel didn’t stop. He bit down even harder, his mind losing focus as his hunger began to overwhelm him. “You like that? Little whore? You fucking slut?”
“Y-Yes! P-Please, keep going! I’m getting… ahhh… f-fuck!”
The stranger didn’t even have to touch himself, he was leaking so much. He just let Miguel control his body.
Miguel continued to feed. His claws dug into the man’s arms and waist as he brought their bodies almost close enough to count as one person. In a single bite, the skin of the stranger’s neck gave way into Miguel’s mouth. The stranger screamed in agony and pleasure as he felt himself losing blood exceptionally fast. Blood shot like a fountain into the vampire’s mouth, who continued to drink and drink as if it was his last meal.
Eventually, Miguel had drunk so much that his belly felt like it was on the verge of bursting. A sliver of reason told him that he should stop soon, but his hunger had barely dented.
“M-Miguel… baby? Y-You… still… going?” The man groaned, his voice much weaker than before. His skin was looking quite pale.
Miguel moaned in response. “Y-Yes… I’m s-so hungry… Por favor, mi amor… ”
“F-Fine. Keep going… just… leave everything above my neck intact, won’t you? I… I won’t regenerate otherwise…”
Miguel’s head was spinning. “I… I can’t eat that much… I… Mierda… ”
Miguel couldn’t control himself as he gnashed his teeth and broke off another chunk of flesh closer to the shoulder. He tore it to shreds in his mouth and swallowed. The taste was so much better than animal blood or meat. It was so sweet… so incredibly fresh.
“F-Fuck, like candy… I can’t believe… I’m doing this.” Miguel groaned between nibbles.
Hunger began to warp and cloud Miguel’s vision and mind. There was something deep and primal taking over. There were jolts of electricity in his body. He was losing control. He couldn’t control his body. He felt his mouth go to eat again. And again. And again.
“F-Fuck… this is your hunger? T-This is what you f-feel… every night? How can you c-control yourself during…?”
“N-Not every night. As you c-can see, it’s not such a simple s-solution a-as drinking animal blood. Now… f-finish your meal.”
Miguel’s cock was leaking like a sieve as he pressed himself close once more and consumed with relentless passion. He couldn’t even stop if he wanted to. His vision went fully red as he totally lost it. No amount of willpower or concentration could save Miguel as he succumbed totally to his desires. He couldn’t even speak as he ate; only grunts and growls escaped his lips.
After hours – or maybe only minutes – Miguel was finally satisfied. His vision cleared, and his head stopped feeling like there were a bunch of bees trapped inside. At some point, he had climaxed, as noticed by the thin ribbons of viscous white liquid spread all over his desk.
“O-Oh… Miguel… You’re… done?” The stranger asked, bringing the other man back to sanity fully.
Miguel nearly screamed at the damage. He had totally eaten the stranger’s arm from shoulder downwards, leaving a skeletal arm with bits of uneaten flesh hanging from the bone.
“ ¡Jesucristo! What have I done?!”
The stranger wiggled his arm weakly. He gave a short chuckle. His voice was very shaky. “It’s okay. You were hungry. You couldn’t control yourself…”
“But… I’ve eaten your arm…! I’ve eaten you…” Miguel felt bile rising in his throat. “Oh god. I’m a freak. I’m a monster…”
The strange man then turned and clasped the hand of his still-healthy arm on Miguel’s wet cheek. His eyes were very caring, strange given the situation. “Hey, shh shh, don't panic, baby. You're fine. You're just embracing yourself. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Miguel shook his head. “B-But… if I embrace myself, then I’m… A cannibal! I’m a monster!”
In response, the strange man simply smiled and kissed the other man gently on the lips. “You’re a vampire with… special tastes. Not far off from what you were before.”
Miguel considered the words as tears began to fall from his eyes. Slowly, the tears turned from sadness to joy.
“That… That’s one way of rationalizing it… I’m… not a cannibal?”
The stranger chuckled once more and leaned up to kiss Miguel’s forehead. “Well, considering how alien I am… I suppose I’m not human enough to be counted as one… so no, you’re not. I may break that habit with another person in the future, though.”
Miguel felt very relieved, noting how something seemed to move underneath the strange man’s skin.
“That’s… That’s good. But… what happens if it happens again? What if my hunger returns?”
The stranger stepped up and kissed Miguel deeply on the lips. He wrapped his arms around his strong torso, the eaten arm already regenerating its muscles. He licked the blood from Miguel’s lips and tongue, then brought his face away by an inch, a grin wide enough to show his utter devotion.
“Then you know where to find me.”