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Quentin hadn't been expecting much when he suited up for yet another fight in another damned warehouse.
The battle began the same, and progressed the same for the most part.
Hallucinogenic gas, well-placed webbing, near-misses and the like. Same old, same old.
Spiderman put up a good fight, Mysterio had to at least grant the kid that much.
This time, though, something seemed wrong with him. His attacks were sloppy and drained.
"Had enough yet?" Mysterio called out to him.
The hero nearly fell out of the air, but caught himself. "Not on your life," he retorted, but the answer sounded weary.
Then, quite suddenly, the air thickened, rich with pheromones, and Spiderman let out a very un-alpha-like mewling cry.
An interesting development.
Spiderman rose as though to make for one of the tiny windows in the concrete complex, but one of Beck's drones stopped his ascent, and Mysterio unleashed a vibrant orange gas that dropped Spiderman like a fly.
Beck had no idea what the kid saw, but he definitely stopped moving. He advanced, breathing deeply. The kid smelled like ripe coconuts and mangoes and fuck, he could feel his Rut stir.
Spiderman weakly attempted to crawl away.
"Oh no, Omega, stay here," Beck ordered sharply. The kid stilled.
Beck squatted and caressed the skin that lay facing him. The omega shivered.
"Who'd have thought?" Beck murmured, enraptured. "Present."
Spiderman wouldn't give in. "No, you sick asshole."
Beck manhandled the boy's hips upward forcefully. "Now now, play nice."
At present he sat back, not touching the kid, who struggled fiercely against his biology to be free. He remained in the position Mysterio set him.
Beck rested his palms flat on the succulent ass beneath him, and growled, hard and aching now.
Undoubtedly the kid's suit was tough, so Beck's drones tore away the ass of the suit.
Mysterio couldn't free his cock fast enough.
He breathed deeply, savoring the thick, heady scent of Heat in the air.
Slick flowed from the kid like a fragrant waterfall, and the slide in was easy, and blissful.
Spiderman let out a few hiccuping cries, and tears spattered against the dusty floor.
Beck was careful not to make too much noise. He decided then and there that not only was this omega his, but that Spiderman wouldn't accept Mysterio as his alpha.
Perhaps, though, he'd accept Quentin Beck.
Mysterio fucked Spiderman with quick, purposeful jabs that were more for efficiency than pleasure.
He revelled in the occasional pleasured whimper the kid uttered.
His fingers dug deep into the omega's delectable ass, no doubt leaving bruises.
The kid stayed still, except for small undulations of his spine from whatever little pleasure he gained.
The alpha didn't last long like that, knot swelling inside the omega's glorious, virgin cunt, and Spiderman have one last unheeded Omegan distress call as Beck came violently within him.
Spiderman hissed in pain when the alpha buried his huge knot just a bit further within him. Beck theorized that it wouldn't have hurt so much, except that it was no less than rape.
The kid was brave enough to speak. "They'll catch you. This isn't over."
Beck was startled into laughing. He pulled the omega up to his chest, who yowled in pain as the knot caught and tugged.
"You're right about one thing, sweetheart. This isn't over."
He raised one wrist and a greenish haze washed over Spiderman, who promptly fell unconscious.
With that out of the way, Beck removed his dome, set it aside, and as soon as the knot deflated somewhat, he scooted down to leave marks on the kid's thighs.
As much as he wanted to claim the neck, he couldn't. Not yet.
This time when his cock grew heavy with blood, he ignored it for a time. He knelt down to taste the omega's slick (said omega was still presenting, even unconscious), and slid his tongue across the expanse of the kid's delectable perky ass.
As good as it smelt, the slick tasted even better. "Oh fuck," Beck moaned, head tilting momentarily to thank God for delivering him a delightful omega.
His cock brushed against his thighs, desperate for attention, and wept pre-cum, which painted the floor in pearlescent droplets.
His tongue swiped the rim, before diving in. The omega moaned in his sleep, and a gush of slick coated his mouth.
Beck wondered idly if omegas could cum in their sleep, and mumbled the alphabet experimentally against Spiderman's cunt and taint.
With a keening, sleepy cry, the omega's little dick spurted onto the floor.
The cunt around his tongue clenched in pleasure, and Beck had to physically stop himself from climaxing all over the floor.
Gasping for air, Mysterio replaced his tongue with his hefty cock, and moaned filthily at the loose, warm feel of the omega around his greedy length.
He fucked the boy slowly that time, as though it made a difference. He rutted deeper still, until Spiderman made desperate gasping noises in his induced sleep.
An alpha purr rumbled deep in his chest at how blissful this fuck felt.
His knot began to thicken, but he still fucked him shallowly until it could no longer slide out. With a husky growl he came again within the omega, flooding the little one with scalding virility.
The omega whimpered against the floor in his sleep.
"Not done yet, little one."
Somewhere after the fifth go-round, he ordered his drones to tear off Spiderman's mask.
He didn't know who was under the mask when they lifted it, but goddamn, jackpot.
The drones identified him as Peter Parker, protegé of one Tony Stark, now deceased.
After they secured the boy's mask back on, Mysterio tucked himself back in his suit, dropped Peter in a secluded alleyway, and walked away from the little Omega slumped against the ground, but not before blowing the unconscious boy a kiss.
All in due time.