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salmon_pinkTitle: Revenge 101
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Max
Rating: R
Words: 494
Notes: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2. Electricity kink. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comicdrabbles, prompt "101".
“Okay, here we go,” Harry grins, foot jiggling against the car’s floor. He’s wound-up, hopped up on adrenaline and Vodka Red Bulls, feeling light-headed and like his smile’s sliding all over his face.
Max sits beside him, this quiet danger simmering around him like an aura, and Harry wants to laugh or stick his head out of the window, just wants to do something, because it’s working, the plan is actually working. He’s freed Max from that maximum-security facility, and now they’re on their way to Oscorp, the driver carefully not looking back at them, probably mentally counting the wad of bills Harry shoved into his pocket.
It’s a fucking good day to be alive, and Harry’s going to stay alive, damn it, he’s going to get his hands on that spider venom and cure this stupid, ugly disease, and then he’s going to live forever, just to spite his old man.
“First rule of revenge,” he babbles, feeling like his whole life has been leading him to this, training him for this. “Keep it simple. I want that venom. You want that power. We get in, head straight for what we need.”
“What we need,” Max mumbles, almost to himself, and then he turns those unnaturally shining eyes on Harry, and it’s like chills, like being a deer caught in headlights, and Harry feels himself shiver. “You said you needed me.”
“I do!” Harry assures him quickly. Reaching out to rest his hand against Max’s thigh, casual instinctive touch, but he has to jerk away at the feeling of bright stinging pain across his palm, current crackling down Max’s leg.
Fuck, it feels weird, but also kind of awesome, pins-and-needles tingle under his skin, and Harry makes a helpless noise, staring at Max with wide and manic eyes. Reaching out again, slower and deliberate this time, and he bites his lip, watching sparks jump between Max’s body and his fingers as he traces the air an inch from Max’s arm.
He yelps when Max’s hand streaks out and grabs his wrist, spike of electricity running up his arm before it settles into a gentler buzz, and Harry moans softly, eyelids fluttering, hips twitching against the seat.
“You need me,” Max says carefully, and the way he’s looking at Harry, he gets it, and another surge of power rushes over Harry’s skin, making him whimper.
“God, yes,” Harry hisses, free hand dropping to cup himself, hard-on pressing up into the curve of his palm, and Max’s eyes narrow.
No, not Max, Electro, and the next wave of power makes Harry’s teeth grind, eyes rolling up in his head, lost to how incredible it feels.
“What about ‘keeping it simple’?” Electro asks, with a look that says there’s no fucking way he wants to stop making Harry groan like that.
“That’s the second rule of revenge,” Harry grins, already panting, sweating under his clothes. “Be adaptable.”
Electro’s smile is sharp, sparks skittering across his teeth.
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Max
Rating: R
Words: 494
Notes: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2. Electricity kink. For
comicdrabbles, prompt "101".“Okay, here we go,” Harry grins, foot jiggling against the car’s floor. He’s wound-up, hopped up on adrenaline and Vodka Red Bulls, feeling light-headed and like his smile’s sliding all over his face.
Max sits beside him, this quiet danger simmering around him like an aura, and Harry wants to laugh or stick his head out of the window, just wants to do something, because it’s working, the plan is actually working. He’s freed Max from that maximum-security facility, and now they’re on their way to Oscorp, the driver carefully not looking back at them, probably mentally counting the wad of bills Harry shoved into his pocket.
It’s a fucking good day to be alive, and Harry’s going to stay alive, damn it, he’s going to get his hands on that spider venom and cure this stupid, ugly disease, and then he’s going to live forever, just to spite his old man.
“First rule of revenge,” he babbles, feeling like his whole life has been leading him to this, training him for this. “Keep it simple. I want that venom. You want that power. We get in, head straight for what we need.”
“What we need,” Max mumbles, almost to himself, and then he turns those unnaturally shining eyes on Harry, and it’s like chills, like being a deer caught in headlights, and Harry feels himself shiver. “You said you needed me.”
“I do!” Harry assures him quickly. Reaching out to rest his hand against Max’s thigh, casual instinctive touch, but he has to jerk away at the feeling of bright stinging pain across his palm, current crackling down Max’s leg.
Fuck, it feels weird, but also kind of awesome, pins-and-needles tingle under his skin, and Harry makes a helpless noise, staring at Max with wide and manic eyes. Reaching out again, slower and deliberate this time, and he bites his lip, watching sparks jump between Max’s body and his fingers as he traces the air an inch from Max’s arm.
He yelps when Max’s hand streaks out and grabs his wrist, spike of electricity running up his arm before it settles into a gentler buzz, and Harry moans softly, eyelids fluttering, hips twitching against the seat.
“You need me,” Max says carefully, and the way he’s looking at Harry, he gets it, and another surge of power rushes over Harry’s skin, making him whimper.
“God, yes,” Harry hisses, free hand dropping to cup himself, hard-on pressing up into the curve of his palm, and Max’s eyes narrow.
No, not Max, Electro, and the next wave of power makes Harry’s teeth grind, eyes rolling up in his head, lost to how incredible it feels.
“What about ‘keeping it simple’?” Electro asks, with a look that says there’s no fucking way he wants to stop making Harry groan like that.
“That’s the second rule of revenge,” Harry grins, already panting, sweating under his clothes. “Be adaptable.”
Electro’s smile is sharp, sparks skittering across his teeth.
