[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

I love a man, thought Peter, I have to take the darkness out of him and make him better, and I love him, so I want to make him better, and it has nothing to do with whether he loves me, whether he will be with me It doesn't matter.

Then a voice appeared in his mind - but if he is not with you anymore, what's the point of your efforts?You will never see him again, never hear from him again, and he will never see you again, or even miss you.You are like countless people he has met before and left.

The thought terrified Peter, like a dark side of himself he had never touched.He couldn't think like that, he suppressed it, he couldn't think like that, it wasn't him.

At this moment he saw Zemo's car, he stood up and greeted Zemo, where no one was paying attention, the black fluid substance quietly retracted into his sleeve.

"Really?" Zemo said, "Then why don't you come to my house for a while, when will Aunt May come back?"

"She has to work overtime, and she said she won't be back until around eight o'clock in the evening." Peter said, Zemo was opening the door, and he took the bag in his hand and put it on the shoe cabinet. "Then you can do your homework here first, and I'll go buy something to eat."

"I bought pasta." Peter said hastily.

"You want some pasta?" Zemo asked, "I'll check the kitchen, there should be some ingredients left."

Peter followed him into the kitchen. The kitchen in Zemo's house was a bit small, and there was no place for a third person after he and Peter went in.Peter blocked almost all his way. They were so close that Zemo could feel the warmth of Peter's body rub against him. He sighed and turned back: "Peter?"

Peter realized what Zemo was referring to, he took a few steps back and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention."

"It's nothing." Zemo glanced at the ingredients. It should be enough to make a cheese pasta meal. Before he turned his head, Peter approached again, and so did the warmth. A pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind, and Peter turned his face Leaning on his shoulder.He could easily break free or fight back, but he didn't do so, he clearly understood what he was thinking.He will leave New York soon, if not from New York, then from Peter's side. It is impossible for him to cross that boundary, but he misses that warmth.

Even though he knew that warmth would leave his body soon, and he would end up back where he started.

"Peter," he said, "I told you, when you were an adult."

"But are you really going to wait until I'm an adult?" Peter asked, his tone a little soft, with a burst of damp breath ringing in Zemo's ear.

Zemo closed his eyes. His original intention was not to hurt the boy, but his method was to deceive and perfunctory.But he couldn't deceive himself, and he couldn't perfuse himself, so he let Peter show his affection and embrace again and again, he was letting Peter continue to love himself and have expectations for their future.

You want to be given affection, Zemo told himself, you crave this, but you won't really take it, you'll walk away, and the goodness you accept will turn into pain later.It's like you're on drugs right now.

"Peter, this is my fault." Zemo said, he grabbed Peter's hand and wanted to gently break it open, "I didn't give you the right guidance, maybe this made you misunderstand something. But this is not My original intention, now let's be clear, is that there is no intimate physical contact, no kissing, and no behavior between ordinary friends before adulthood."

"You love me, so you didn't reject me." Peter didn't answer Zemo's words, he said.It's strange, Peter realized, part of him was aggrieved and thought: Helmut looks cruel like Zemo of Spider-Man now, and the other part is clear and excited: yes, he knows why Zemo always Can give in for him, be surprisingly gentle to him—because Zemo loves him.He was not sure before, because he knew Zemo's past, and he thought that Zemo would not fall in love with others easily, and even if he would, he would not be the lucky one.But now he suddenly had the confidence that he was special to Zemo—and he thought it felt so good.

This clear and arrogant cognition gradually occupied his mind, causing his hands to exert force unconsciously.After Zemo found that he couldn't open his hand gently, he tried his best, but found that Peter's hand was still motionless.

He frowned, thinking: Something is wrong with Peter.

Although Peter's character has gradually become lively and bold, he still has a bit of shyness in front of Zemo. Zemo knows that he also took advantage of his character, and dared to get along with Peter like that before—— Accept his kindness without explicitly responding.And Peter would not have said the words that were so sure and even threatening to Zemo just now according to Peter's character.

In the past, Peter would never use such a lot of strength.

"Peter," he said, "let me go."

Peter didn't respond, his mouth was on the skin next to Zemo's ear, and as soon as his lips touched, Zemo immediately stretched out his foot to catch Peter's foot and pulled him forward, because of his lack of combat experience , although the strength is great, Peter failed to control his balance very well. He was also distracted at the moment when his center of gravity moved. superior.

Just then, he saw something black shrinking from the neckline of Peter's plaid shirt.He made sure his eyesight was fine.

"Peter," he asked, "what's that?"

"What?" Peter asked suspiciously, frowning.

"I saw something black shrinking from your neckline." Zemo said calmly.

"Peter," he asked, "what's that?"

"What?" Peter asked suspiciously, frowning.

"I saw something black shrinking from your neckline." Zemo said calmly.

"What black thing?" Peter tilted his head and looked at his neckline, frowning and wondering. His expression was natural, and he didn't look like he was lying.

"It's nothing." Zemo said, he let go of Peter's hand, turned around and suddenly saw Aunt May.She was standing across the road with her bag in her hand, watching Zemo and Peter in the kitchen with a shocked expression.

"Oh no." Peter's voice came from one side, and Zemo knew he saw the same scene.It's not that Peter didn't want Aunt May to know his feelings, he was just afraid that Aunt May would not accept it, so he chose not to confide in Aunt May - he didn't expect it to be exposed in such a dramatic way now.

"Why did Aunt Mei come back early?" His tone was full of panic.

"Go back immediately, Peter, I will talk to Aunt May about this." Zemo straightened up and said to Peter.

"No," Peter said, "I will explain what I did to Aunt May..."

"No, you go home and don't say anything."

"Why?" Peter asked, staring at Zemo with wide eyes.

"Because I'm the grown-up one!" Zemo raised his voice slightly.

The author has something to say: hhhhhh

Some two people overturned.

Aunt Mei: I treat you as a friend, but you want to fuck my nephew?

Zemo: Can we figure out the sequence?Who wants to fuck whom?

Possessed by venom Little Peter: I don't know if I should say mmp or not.

Peter: This is not the way I want to come out QAQ

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