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[samwiser]

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The air was electric, but Sam knew it was just in his head. He glanced again over the Devil's Trap - both the one on the ceiling and the one on the floor. Either way, they'd have the demon, Sam wasn't worried, not about that part. What did worry him was Peter's reaction. If Pete - Spiderman, Sam had to call him Spiderman during the meeting - tried to stop him, Sam knew he wasn't strong enough to make Peter stop from trying to save the vessel. It all came down to trust, and Sam just had to trust Peter would let him do what needed to be done.

Crouching by the entrance to not throw a shadow into the window, the salt trail set all around, Sam was ready to seal it. "C'mon, Pete," Sam whispered, one hand around a container of salt, the other around the hilt of the knife. The demon wouldn't be getting out there, one way or the other.

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[samwiser]

Easing Peter's hand away, Sam pulled out a handiwipe and cleaned off the skin they'd touched. Tucking it back in his pocket, Sam gently pulled Peter away by his wrist, the hold gentle.

"Or we could leave it here and then find another warehouse," Sam amended, because he could tell by Pete's voice that something was wrong. "The host is at peace now, or in hell, I don't know how it lived. But we're done. Did any of that help you?" Sam eased his arm around Peter's middle - surprised at the strength of the fibers from the costume. He walked them out of the circle, trying to get Peter to look him in the eye.

[spideyguy]

"No, you wanted to keep this one." Peter said quietly, too quiet, still staring at the body. He was grateful for the mask once again, not wanting to know what expression was currently gracing his face.

"He wants to kill me. So badly that he involved these - demons." Peter had a hard time walking away, but he let Sam tug him a little bit out of the circle.

[samwiser]

"There are others. Probably best if we don't use it again. If New York City has one thing, it's abandoned buildings. we're fine. Spiderman." Sam's voice was stern, he needed to get Peter's attention. "This is what happens with demons." Because that body laying in the circle housed a demon and the poor mortal who was possessed wasn't there any long.

"Well, he's tangling with demons and you have a hunter on your side. I'd say he's in trouble." A little levity couldn't hurt, could it? "Go. Go out the roof. I'll meet you back at your apartment."

[spideyguy]

"Sam - " Peter finally looked up at him, bug eyes reflecting the light back at him. He did, want nothing more than to swing through the streets, as far away from here as possible but - "Y-you don't want a ride home?"

His hand closes around Sam's wrist, holding him there for a moment. He just - needs to breathe. It's been years, but the body lying on the concrete was painfully similar to the one he'd walked away from at the bottom of a clocktower.

[samwiser]

"If you want to take me back with you, then yes, of course I do. But...if you need to just be..away, I know where I'll find you."

Sam let his head sag slightly, his forehead against Peter's mask. He'd never ask him to remove it, and didn't need him to. "I'm not going anywhere," Sam said softly, matching Peter's tone because this was Something.

[spideyguy]

Peter took a long moment, inhaling deeply through his nose. His gloved hand came up, to Sam's neck, holding him for a second. "I want to run. Don't let me, Sam. Please. Come home with me."

It was, he was kind of freaking out inside and it was only getting worse. Normally he'd take back to the streets, and that just...wasn't healthy. But now he has Sam, and maybe running isn't the only option.

[samwiser]

"Then we're going home," Sam assured him, a hand gripping Peter's shoulder through the suit. "Now this is your world, so tell me how you want to go. Let's get out of here." Sam didn't like hanging around after an exorcism if he could help it.

"Then waffles," he said, trying to lighten the mood again, hugging Peter tightly.

[spideyguy]

He looped an arm around Sam's waist, tugging him close. "Thank you." He needs to go home and stay home, not prowl the streets for criminals until he can't see straight anymore. Sam is the only way he'll get there.

"Whatever you want." Peter holds out his arm. "Hold on, okay? I've got you."

[samwiser]

Not knowing what to do with his limbs, Sam decided to just hug Peter and hold on. Pressing his face into the side of the mask, about where an ear should be, Sam whispered. "Take us home."

Sam closed his eyes, squeezed them shut, actually, because he hated flying, much preferring four wheels on the ground, and that was a fear of the air in a plane. "Faster the better!" He exclaimed, because how long could he really keep his eyes shut?

[spideyguy]

"You don't have to keep your eyes shut, Sam. It's not that bad - " Peter launched them into the air with a flick of his wrist, swinging out one of the broken windows of the warehouse and into the night sky.

[samwiser]

Says the person who's used to it," Sam muttered, but suddenly his stomach was in his mouth and he was forced to open his eyes and watched the sky open up in front of his eyes. Sam tried to form words but all he could do was offer a gasp of wonderment.

[spideyguy]

"But I've got you, Sam," It's like a rollercoaster, the ups and downs, as Peter severs the web and shoots another one, catching them on a building and swinging around the block. He directed them towards the apartment without delay, happy to get as far away from the warehouse as possible.

[samwiser]

Unable to help himself, Sam ducks his head down, burying his face into Peter's costumed chest. It is definitely a roller coaster and he never liked those in the past. Sam sucks in a breath through Spiderman's suit, and he tastes the sweat as air on his tongue.

A braver hunter than him would have let go - because Peter would have caught him - but he remained ducked into the safety of Peter's suit until the warmth and familiarity of Peter's apartment surrounded them. "Smart to leave the windows open," Sam said, his legs wobbly as he tried to stand up, arms still wrapped around him.

[spideyguy]

Peter has to admit, he kind of likes swinging with Sam in his arms. Sam wasn't exactly a small guy, but Peter could keep him wrapped up against his chest easily, maneuvering them home.

"I don't have anything worth stealing." Peter held Sam up, pulling his mask up, over his face. "Come on. Let's sit down for a minute."

[samwiser]

With his hair in disarray from the sudden flight he just took from skyscraper to skyscraper, Sam was still a little shocked. "So you experience that every day?" Even his words sounded breathless, as if he'd inhaled the thin air from the tops of empires and held it in until they got back.

Hell, he might have done just that.

Sam looked at Peter's face, eyebrows knitting together the way they did when he was thoughtful and concerned. "Sounds good," Sam agreed, letting Peter lead them around, still not trusting his legs.

[spideyguy]

"Better than that. Can't exactly backflip when a passenger." Peter teased lightly, pushing the incident at the warehouse out of his mind as he led Sam over to the couch, gently sitting them on it. He seemed a little wobbly, but mostly alright.

[samwiser]

Once securely on the sofa, Sam looked at Peter for a long moment. Then his hands came up to either side of his face and pulled him in, kissing Spiderman on those teasing lips.

"Thanks for sharing that with me," Sam said softly, once the kiss came to its natural end. Leaning against the couch cushion, Sam looked at Peter. "You're cute with your hair mask-mussed," he admitted.

[spideyguy]

The kiss was unexpected, though definitely appreciated. Peter seemed to relax at the contact, closing his eyes and just...feeling the tension lift from his shoulders.

"Anytime," Peter's hand, still gloved, came up to cup Sam's cheek, soft smile gracing his lips. "Oh? Glad you like the sweaty Spiderman look."

[samwiser]

"I prefer the after-sexed Peter look, but a mop head is a mop head in my book," Sam decided, wondering how Peter didn't try to get out of the suit as soon as he could. Maybe he had a latex fetish he'd been too shy to explore with Sam.

The thought made him smirk, but Sam didn't mention it. Now wasn't likely the time. "Do you just throw this in with your colors in the wash, or is it more air-dry attire?" Sam plucked at the material, noticing it only really gave around Peter's muscles - he could barely get a grip on it.

[spideyguy]

"Mop head!" Peter smacked Sam's arm lightly, shaking his head. Sam was definitely succeeding in getting his mind off of what had just transpired - they'd have to talk about it eventually, but not just yet.

"I did that accidentally once it uh...didn't turn out so well." Washing the American flag, what a shitty excuse. It was a miracle Peter kept his secret at all. "Cold wash, air dry." He laughed when Sam pulled at the suit, raising an eyebrow.

[samwiser]

"What?!" Sam exclaimed, mouth open in surprise. "It just means I'm doing my job." He chuckled, catching the eyebrow raise and offering a shrug as answer.

"Just wanted to see how tight it was on you," he admitted, fingers smoothing over the covered bicep, then squeezing it, letting his hand linger there.

"You honestly got away with saying you were washing an American flag?" Sam snorted, shaking his head.

[spideyguy]

"Oh, is that how you gauge? My hair?" Peter teased, snorting despite himself, bangs flopping into his face.

"Very. Has to be, for aerodynamic purposes. Speed is key, especially when you're swinging 12 stories in the air."

"To be perfectly fair, I'm not convinced May really wanted to know what I was up to."

[samwiser]

"There are a few other sex flags that go up, but it's one I like to see. Means you can feel it all the way to your scalp," Sam teased, because obviously that's how his dick worked.

"Please roll it off your body in the other room, because I'm sure it's getting into nooks and crannies that even I haven't cleaned on you." Sam chuckled though, ready to help Peter out of it and right into the shower. It was still surreal, dating Spiderman.

"She did know when not to knock," Sam agreed, his cheeks flushing at the near-misses they'd had when Sam had tried to be on his best behavior. Peter had done his best to not allow that to happen.

"So, I've been asking you a lot of questions, Pete...but is there anything about this that you want to ask me?"

[spideyguy]

"That's so not how sex works. You're lucky you're cute," Peter snickered, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Oh my god, Sam, no," Peter laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully. "Let's not talk about my nooks and crannies, thanks."

Peter trusted his hearing to stop them before she walked in. It was kind of like a game of chicken. Except...when he was listening to Sam's heartbeat he wasn't listening for footsteps. Whoops.

The question dimmed his smile, but he nodded, fingers curling against Sam's arm. "Will all of the demons leave their hosts...dead?"

[samwiser]

"Oh, I know how sex works," Sam argued, cutely. "Like, I spit in your mouth and you spit in mine and then we hug on the bed and you get a baby put inside you." His expression was almost pitying. "It's so easy, Pete. You're a scientist!"

Sam grew more serious, but his tone was still light. He looked at Peter's fingers, then into his eyes. "When a demon enters, they repress the part of a person that is them. Some call it a soul, other's call it their personality, their essence. As the demon stays in the host, there is less and less of the host left. Demons have no care for their hosts, so when they would hit use, they'd be using their demon strength, but human's weren't made for that. It...tears up their insides too, breaks their bones, pulverizes..."

He stopped, leaning forward and kissing a red knuckle. "We set whatever was left of that person free, Peter, and brought that person justice. I know it didn't look like we did something good, but we did. I swear."