Frost

'Pepper Potts isn't here. I'm a bit lucky given what I did to her.'  

So many women. So many things he had done, good and bad, like with Kate. He drew in a breath. It was getting tough.

Felix was still nursing his drink and thinking of his next move when the Princess of Kenya made her entrance to the top deck, gliding across the deck with the kind of poise that only royalty could master. Her sharp features were accentuated by a flowing indigo gown, and her silver jewelry glinted under the yacht's soft lighting. She was flanked by two impeccably dressed guards, but all eyes were on her.

Felix clocked her instantly.

Everyone knew Ororo. Not because of politics—though her influence in East Africa was considerable—but because of her less-than-subtle reputation.

And sure enough, she made a beeline right for him.

"Dr. Faeth," Ororo purred, her voice like velvet. "I remember you. You were on the call." 

Felix turned smoothly, smiling politely. "Your Highness."

Up close, the black princess radiated the kind of magnetic charm that could sway a room. Ororo leaned in, close enough that her perfume filled his senses, and in one fluid motion, slipped a card into the breast pocket of his suit.

Ororo's voice dropped to a whisper. "You're cute."

Felix blinked, more amused than flustered.

Ororo leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "If you're ever interested…" she purred, "come to my colony."

Felix smiled when she stepped back, her smile as smooth as the silk she wore. Without missing a beat, she and her guards sauntered off, targeting their next unsuspecting mark.

'Figures,' Felix thought, watching her disappear into the crowd. He noted her guards discreetly handing similar cards to a pair of wealthy bankers near the buffet and—yep—Killmonger, leaning against a post and grinning as he pocketed the offer.

'One hell of an opportunity,' Felix mused. Though with the way Ororo distributed invitations, it felt more like a ritual than an exclusive offer.

Before he could file the encounter away as "weird yacht story #37," Emma sipped her drink with a smirk. She loved her wine and telepathically had the employees refill it ASAP.

"You got one too, didn't you?" Emma said, tilting her head toward his pocket.

Felix chuckled. "Subtle, wasn't she?"

"I've never been to her little retreat, but…" Emma leaned in conspiratorially, "I've heard stories."

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Good stories or cautionary tales?"

Emma smirked. "Depends on your appetite for chaos."

Felix shook his head, amused. "Yeah, I think I'll pass on the free-spirited political scandal for now."

Emma sipped her drink again, smiling. "Smart choice, darling."

Felix let out a soft laugh, tucking the card deeper into his pocket for safekeeping—or maybe just as a conversation starter later.

***

The conference hall aboard Osborn's yacht was decked out like a war room merged with a showroom—sleek metal walls, dimmed lights, and a stage at the front where Norman Osborn stood, dressed in a finely tailored suit that practically screamed "visionary industrialist."

Felix sat with the others near the front row—Captain Samantha Wilson, Shuri, Carol Danvers, King T'Challa, Okoye, and other dignitaries, all lined up in a half-moon around Osborn's podium.

And behind Osborn, standing on a rotating platform, was the Ganali Device.

'Norman told me to sit back, relax, and explain only when I'm needed. The rest is for him.' 

The Ganali Device gleamed under the spotlight—a towering construct of polished vibranium alloys, intricate circuitry, and crystalline conduits glowing a soft blue. Its design was both brutal and beautiful, like something forged from both science and art.

Osborn's voice echoed across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… the Ganali Device."

He gestured to it like a magician revealing the final act.

A collective murmur of awe and curiosity rippled through the crowd.

"This machine," Osborn continued, "is the reason we stand here today. The reason New York is still standing. The Ganali Device successfully dispersed three specialized cures into the atmosphere, soil, and water supply of the tri-state area."

Shuri leaned toward Felix, whispering, "Your cure, I assume?"

Felix smiled quietly but said nothing.

Osborn pointed at a holographic map behind him—before and after scans of New York flickered to life.

"Before deployment," he said, gesturing to the red, irradiated landscape of the city, "New York was uninhabitable. The water, the soil, the air—saturated with gamma radiation from Creature Z's attack."

The next slide appeared, showing the aftermath.

Clean. Blue. Green.

"Today," Osborn said, voice calm but commanding, "the water supply is pristine. The soil—nourishing. The air—purified. The Ganali Device did not just cure the people of this city. Ask SHIELD. Ask the military. Ask the people."

He let the words sink in.

"We have cured the city."

The room went silent, save for the faint hum of the Ganali Device on display.

Monarch Lucia von Bardas nodded with rare approval. "Impressive."

King T'Challa gave a slow, thoughtful nod. Even Okoye, stoic as ever, looked mildly impressed.

Felix sat quietly, watching as the others marveled. He wasn't bitter. This was how it worked. Osborn was the face, Felix was the hands.

Princess Ororo crossed her arms. "So, what's next?"

Osborn smiled. "Expansion."

More murmurs from the room.

Osborn's eyes glinted. "Imagine it—deploying the Ganali Device across global hotspots. Chernobyl, Fukushima, war-torn regions left toxic by chemical warfare. Anywhere the world suffers… this technology will heal it. I am quite sure everybody is interested, no?"

Norman's eyes drifted to Felix, to the one scientist who could possibly create new cures, who made his device functional. And seeing the reactions in the room, Felix and Norman knew—everyone else now realized just how big this was.

***

The evening had wound down, the yacht's party dispersing as guests filtered off onto private boats and sleek black limos. The soft lights of the harbor reflected in the water as Felix stepped onto the dock, breathing in the cool night air.

At his side stood Czarina, the redhead who'd remained close throughout the night and gave him a nice pair of fuck-me eyes. An excellent tactic in order to blend in. Her crimson gown fluttered slightly as the breeze rolled in from the water and her voice was low as she leaned toward him.

"You should come by sometime," Czarina whispered, her tone sultry but not pushy. She slipped a hand to the lapel of his suit jacket and tucked a small, folded piece of paper inside. "Whenever you're free." Her eyes gleamed playfully. "I'll make it worth your while."

Felix chuckled under his breath, giving her a nod. "I'll think about it."

Czarina smiled, her posture as poised as ever. "I'll be waiting."

With that, she turned and disappeared into the backseat of a blacked-out town car.

Felix stood for a moment, watching the taillights fade into the night before adjusting his tie.

"Was that a friend?" Samantha Wilson asked as she stepped up beside him, arms crossed.

Felix shook his head. "Not exactly. She was a secretary back when I was with Oscorp."

Samantha raised a brow. "Inviting you for dinner now, huh?"

Felix grinned, casually. "Apparently so."

"Hm."

Felix couldn't scan Samantha's conflicted face for long. Emma swooped his arm and carried him over to her limo. "Come, come, Doctor. We have much to discuss."

Samantha reached out a hand. "Wait—"

"You can follow us in another car," said Emma. "I have my own guards, we'll be fine."

Felix gave Samantha a nod. The soldier's pupils dilated, she exhaled, and accepted. Felix and Emma both got into the limo, the quiet hum of the engine whisking them away from the docks. The blonde was smiling the whole time.

"Captain America, her mind is tough but I can still control her."

"Ah, so that's how you convinced her so easily. Impressive."

Emma looked out the window, still smiling. "You and Osborn hardly talked."

"I'm no billionaire so PR-wise, it's pointless." Although he was getting there. "I'm just a loyal employee. What's important to Osborn is that I stay."

"Mhm, I read his mind, he's going to raise his salary. It will the largest in Oscorp history."

"You read his mind?"

"A little bit. Osborn is a bit...how shall I say? Unstable. It's like eating spice, I don't enjoy it much." 

The limo hummed quietly as it cruised down the winding coastal road. Felix sat opposite Emma, her legs crossed, draped in an immaculate white suit that caught the occasional moonlight filtering in through the tinted windows. The air between them was charged—not uncomfortable, but with an undeniable tension.

Whether this was a business meeting or something more personal, Felix honestly wasn't sure.

Emma smiled faintly, staring out the window before glancing at him. "You're as quiet as usual, Spider-Man."

Felix smirked. "Forgive me. I'm still adjusting to being abducted by you at billionaire mixers."

Emma chuckled, the sound smooth and elegant. "You didn't seem to mind."

"I didn't," Felix admitted.

The limo slowed to a stop outside Frost Manor. Located in a secluded cliffside estate outside New Canaan, Connecticut, it was an hour long drive. Well-worth it, really. The mansion was perched at the edge of a private peninsula, surrounded by dense woodland on three sides, offering both natural protection and absolute privacy. A long, winding road through tall evergreens led to a grand iron gate, adorned with a stylized snowflake emblem that served as the Frost Family's emblem.

The manor was built in a modern neoclassical style. Security? Impeccable. Emma's mansion was equipped with advanced surveillance systems, private guards, and more than one field of laser. Even without telepathy, it was clear this was a place where Emma always had the upper hand.

Unfortunately for her, Herbie could analyze everything in an instant and relay him the information. The North Wing of the mansion, Herbie found, housed Emma's personal quarters, including a sprawling master suite with panoramic ocean views, a private indoor garden, and her personal study.

The South Wing was a gallery-style wing where Emma hosted business meetings and formal gatherings. It featured high-vaulted ceilings, marble floors, and an art collection featuring everything from Renaissance paintings to contemporary sculptures. The East Wing was a more secluded area reserved for close confidants and allies. It included guest suites, a state-of-the-art training room (should things get physical), and an underground vault where sensitive materials like classified blueprints or tech—possibly even Felix's Project JARVIS plans—would eventually be stored.

The centerpiece of the manor was the grand hall, featuring a towering fireplace, cascading crystal chandeliers, and a wall-length glass window that opens onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. There was even a wet bar and couches. Emma moved toward the wet bar, pouring two glasses of scotch.

Felix followed, accepting one of the glasses. Emma settled onto a plush white couch. He sat beside her, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully.

"So," Felix began, "we're here. What's next? We talk about peace? JARVIS?"

Emma took a sip, her expression softening. "I could tell you it's about Project JARVIS…" She glanced at him sideways. "But the truth is, it's more than that."

Felix could feel it now—the telepathic link between them. Subtle at first, but growing clearer. Emma wasn't shielding her emotions. She was letting him in.

'I want to be honest with you,' her voice echoed in his mind.

Felix stayed silent, encouraging her to continue.

Emma took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "During the attack, I saved a group of orphans. Creature Z was tearing the city apart, and I…" she hesitated, the weight of the memory surfacing. "I froze its brain. Just long enough to get them out. Long enough to make it flinch."

Felix's eyes widened slightly. "That's...impressive."

Emma's hand trembled faintly as she swirled her drink. "It was the scariest moment of my life. For all my training, for all my confidence—nothing prepared me for seeing that monster up close."

She turned to him now, eyes sincere, layered with the lingering fear and resolve she felt that day.

"But you…" she whispered aloud, "Spider-Man…" Felix's heart skipped. Emma leaned closer. "You beat the Lizard. You saved the city. You saved me and those kids. You saved everyone."

Her emotions washed over him through the link—genuine gratitude, admiration, and something deeper.

"I owe you my life," she said softly. "And I believe… you and I, together—we could truly change the world. My offer before is the same: except now I truly believe we can bring peace. Truly."

Felix didn't feel any manipulation, no hidden strings. Emma Frost believed every word.

He nodded slowly, sipping his drink, eyes never leaving hers. "Do you really think so?"

Emma smiled warmly, then shifted closer. Her fingers traced the line of his shirt, slow and deliberate.

"You're… remarkable," she murmured, her fingertips drifting from his chest—down, down, stopping just at his waistband. "I also believe whether we team up or not, Spider-Man should be rewarded."

"I...I already have."

"Rio Morales, hm? But she rewarded you as Felix. Not as Spider-Man. Spider-Man...the world thanks him. I thank him. But thanks is not enough."

Suddenly, he felt like he was wearing his black and red suit. Suddenly, he was Spider-Man again.

(**R18**)

She reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his Spidey pants. Felix's eyes widened as he felt her touch, even through the thick material. His breath hitched and he couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his pants.

"Emma..." he stammered, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Shh," Emma whispered. "Let me show you what I can do."

Her hand moved to his crotch, fingers gently grazing the outline of his cock through his armour-like pants. Felix bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan. But then, something extraordinary happened. He felt a sudden, overwhelming sensation, as if a ghostly hand had wrapped around his shaft and begun to stroke him.

"What the..." Felix gasped, his eyes wide with shock.

A wicked smirk appeared on her face. "Do you feel that, Spidey? That's my telepathy. I don't need to touch you to make you feel pleasure."

'Oh god,' Felix thought, his mind reeling. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It wasn't just a handjob; it was as if his entire cock was being engulfed by a slutty, wet mouth.

Emma watched him intently. "You like that, don't you? I can feel how much you're enjoying it."

Felix could only nod, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. F-fuck! Now it felt like he was getting jerked off by three hands! Three! Like they loved his cock and wanted it to know that. Three hands engulfing and jerking him off, until suddenly...

"F-fuck...!"

It was wet again. She was sucking him off again. Spider-Man's balls tightened badly.

"You have such a beautiful cock, Felix," Emma murmured. Her index finger traced the throbbing of his cock. "Big, throbbing, and so, so hard. I can feel it, you know. Every inch of it."

Felix's face flushed crimson, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words. His cock was indeed hard, straining against the confines of his suit. He could feel the precum soaking through the fabric and the thought of it only made him more aroused.

He was Spider-Man. He was the strongest man in the world. And yet...

Yet he felt so fucking good.

"Please...nnggh...!" 

Emma tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Please what, Spider-Man? Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to make you cum?"

He hesitated, torn between embarrassment and desire. But the truth was, he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to feel that incredible pleasure again, to let Emma take control and push him over the edge.

"Make me cum," he finally said.

Emma's smile widened and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "As you wish."

The sensation in Felix's cock intensified, and he let out a low moan. It wasn't just the feeling of a handjob or blowjob anymore; it was both. A warm, wet mouth had wrapped around his shaft, sucking him with expert precision while getting jerked off. He could feel the tightness, the suction, the flick of a tongue against his frenulum. It was maddening.

"Oh fuck," Spider-Man groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the couch. "Emma, I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, Spider-Man ," she whispered, her voice laced with command. "Let me see you lose control."

And just like that, he did. With a cry of pure ecstasy, Spider-Man felt himself explode, his cum spurting into his fake suit. Yes, this was all an illusion, he knew that. But this sensation could not be faked. This orgasm could not be faked. A man knew when his balls tightened up and nutted. A man knew whether it was a dream or reality.

This was reality. Spider-Man sputtered in the Superior Suit, his superior cock and balls letting it allll out. So much cum that it was truly worthy of being called superior.

Emma laughed. She watched as the great Spider-Man writhed on the couch, his suit almost tearing from the force of his orgasm. When the hero finally stilled, she reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Emma teased.

Felix could only stare at her, his mind still foggy from the intensity of what had just happened. He felt humiliated, yet there was no denying the sheer pleasure he had just experienced.

"You're a witch," he muttered, though there was no venom in his words. "F-fuck..."

Emma laughed, a rich, throaty sound that made his cock twitch again despite his recent release. "And you, Spider-Man, are a man worthy of this world. Worthy of any and all women. Don't hold yourself back just for one woman~"

"T-that's..."

Holding back.

He always held back. Until Creature Z. Until trying to find a cure. His mind and body were no longer holding back.

What of his spirit then?