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“where do you think you’re going, spider-man?”
oh shit.
miguel stills, slowly turning to face milo as he stands behind an active crime scene at a jewelry store. a robbery gone wrong. peter couldn’t catch the bad guys in time.
damn that luck. the one time miguel can’t escape to do some dirty work.
what’s worse? his own boyfriend’s caught him red-handed.
“uh, sorry officer.”
milo huffs, a ghost of a smile dancing across his lips.
“a sorry won’t cut it,” he shakes his head, nearing the brunette with crossed arms.
“a kiss, then? date night at mick’s? maybe throw in some flowers?” miguel jokes lowly, eliciting an eye roll from the other man.
“you’re an idiot. but that doesn’t sound so bad.”
milo’s smile widens and turns toothy, fangs out and eyes crinkling. miguel finds that absolutely adorable, and holds back the urge to kiss him. for obvious reasons.
“hey, i’m your idiot- and what can i say? works everytime.” he laughs instead, grinning underneath the mask.
milo giggles, and shoots a glance behind his shoulders- his cop buds were busy investigating the scene.
so, taking his chances- he hiked up miguel’s mask to his lips- pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“just go catch those morons, darling. i’ll see you when my shift’s over. you’re paying for mick’s.”
his smile goes even bigger at the sight of miguel giving him a flustered smile, pink dusting his cheeks as he slips his mask back on.
“on it, boss.” miguel gives a goofy salute, and milo laughs- a dreamy, breathy sort of sound that miguel wants to hear all the time. maybe even for the rest of his life.
miguel webs off and he could barely hear milo shouting-
“remember to call me, dummy!”
“soo. found your robbers.”
miguel’s perched over a ledge of a building, overlooking the gaggle of goonies stumbling inside a warehouse below.
“did you now, love?” comes milo’s faux unimpressed voice from within the earpiece of his suit.
“yes, dear.” miguel deadpans, holding back a smirk.
after giving out the address, milo hangs up and miguel heart lurches in his throat the second he sees mj creeping inside the worn-down doors of the warehouse with her camera in hand.
“jesus christ!”
he webs through the open window to the warehouse, clocking every single baddie he sees until the place is cleared out.
“what the hell are you doing here, mj?”
mj grins, snapping a pic of him against his better judgment.
“same reason you are, tiger!”
“but you aren’t spider-man- i mean. woman!”
“never said i was, and please, mi. it’s 2023. gender is a social construct. you of all people should know that.”
miguel sighs, ripping his mask off.
“okay. you got me there. gwen’s really rubbed off on you. you should probably get out of here before the cops come.”
mj cocks a brow, curious.
“oh? why’s that?”
miguel pulls his phone out, tapping away and putting the reciever up to his ear.
“because i’m calling them now.” he beams.
“hey, milo- honey? you’re gonna love this…”
“i don’t know why you can’t just let me turn you.”
“i’ve told you. we wouldn’t know how the venom would react to my body.”
miguel rolls his eyes, standing by his and milo’s kitchen stove as he’s prepping breakfast the next morning.
somehow he’s still up and functioning, even if he’d only got an hour of sleep.
milo’s hugging him from behind, fangs just barely grazing the side of his neck. it’s playful, daring. it’s got miguel’s mind in a buzz and it’s only 9 in the morning.
“if i just took a little taste…”
“ah-ah!” miguel tuts, grabbing a spray bottle of water off the counter- twisting out of milo’s grip and spraying his face.
“gah! bugger!” milo pulls away and hisses, shielding his face from more sprays.
“bad milo. we don’t turn people without their consent!” miguel swivels around, stern- hands on his hips and all.
“you’re too cute to be intimidating.” milo shoots back with a pout, trying to dry himself off.
“i know,” miguel smiles, turning back to check on the eggs that were frying on a pan.
milo hops onto the counter with a sigh, a frown pulling at his lips.
miguel noticed the shift, and he lowers the heat on the stove, approaching milo.
“what’s up, baby?” miguel mumured, resting a hand on his thigh.
“why can’t you see how i feel?” milo looks down at his lap, wringing his hands.
miguel grabs onto one, giving them an assuring squeeze.
“what do you feel like what, milo?”
“inhuman. an outcast. a monster among civilians.” milo stiffens, his tone clipped and icy.
miguel’s heart sinks.
he lets go of milo’s hand to cup his cheek, rubbing his thumb against his skin.
“you aren’t any of those things. you’re just as human as the rest of us.” he says quietly, he felt that if he were any louder- he might scare milo off.
“is that why you want to turn me so bad?” he prods, gentle.
milo swallows thickly, green eyes meeting brown.
“yes, that’s why.“
“aw, darling. i’m just…we don’t know what it would to do me. i’m not human either, y’know. i can shoot webs outta my butt.” peter tried to joke, and it gets a smile out of milo.
the two share a chuckle, and miguel leans up to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
“feeling better?” he whispers as he pulls away to rest his forehead against milo’s own.
milo’s hand grasps miguel’s own, still on his cheek. he squeezed it.
“yeah. better.”