The Odd Block Pt.3: Lurkers

The Odd Block Part 3: Lurkers
Tags: Dry hump, F/M-Spiderman, Paralysis

Alan tilted his head forward, “I don’t see it.”

“He is right there,” Avery shouted, “Can you just say something, Ivan. You can’t hide forever.”

“That’s what you think, huh?” Ivan chuckled.

Alan’s head turned to Avery, and then back to the blank space in front of him, his mouth agape.

They were in her office, and it was officially too hot to have to introduce two freaks of nature. Something told her this was important though. Despite Ivan’s refusal to show up for anyone, and Alan’s confusion whenever she tried to explain the situation, she managed to get them in the same room long enough to resolve the ‘there are two monsters in my apartment building’ problem.

“He isn’t visible,” Alan said.

Avery sighed, “Yes, that’s what invisible means.”

“In retrospect, that makes sense,” Alan nodded.

Ivan grumbled, “Is this all I’m here for? To see Mork figure out how human prefixes work? Still don’t know why you keep this clown.”

“Call me Alan,” Alan replied, rearing up to his full height, “And your tone seems aggressive.”

There was a shuffling, and Avery saw Alan seem to puff his chest out. She looked back and forth between Alan’s angry bear-like display and the empty space in front of him.

“Maybe that’s because you ain’t right for little Avery,” Ivan said, “and hell if I’m letting a monster like you have her.”

Avery would be a liar if she said this wasn’t close to a novel or two she read in the past. Except usually when the heroine is being fought over, the girl felt an odd sense of beauty. Instead she felt sweaty, exhausted, and pissy.

“Avery has helped me, and I will help her,” Alan replied, a tentacle beginning to slither from his sleeve and surround his arm, “even if that means keeping her from beings like you.”

Avery slapped her desk with an open palm, and she saw Alan’s head turn to look at her.

“Look,” She snapped, “I can tell you guys are doing that whole angry boy chest bump thing, but neither of you own me. If anything, I own both of your asses, so put your dicks away.”

Alan starred, and opened his mouth to comment.

“That means calm down, Alan,” She added.

His tentacle slipped back under his coat, and he seemed to lose a whole inch in height.

“Don’t be like that,” Ivan murmured, a lot of huff taken out of his voice, “I was just trying to protect you.”

Avery rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you’ve done a good job of that so far.”

Alan was looking over at the empty space where Ivan’s voice was coming from, and he started to squint. If it wasn’t for the fact that Avery was nearly sure Alan’s eyelids were for show, that wouldn’t be too surprising.

“Speaking of putting things away,” Avery said as she pulled open the drawer on her desk and rummaged around in it, “Put this on, Ivan.”

She pulled out one of those colored aid bands, this one was bright pink, for breast cancer. She tossed it Ivan’s direction, and she saw it stop mid air.

“What? Oh come on.”

“Do it,” Avery said as she slammed the drawer closed, “Both of you have agreed to help me here, and to do that I need to actually be able to see you. Since you refuse to put on pants like a normal person…”

“Not exactly normal, babe,” Ivan said as the band slipped over his wrist.

“Yeah well, now you can show your appreciation for breast cancer awareness.”

Ivan grumbled, “I appreciate at least one of those…”

Avery reached across her desk and lifted the large stack of folders for different tenants. She dropped it, and opened her laptop before wiping the sweat from her brow.

“This place is barely holding itself together,” Avery said as she opened up the first folder, filled with repair requests, “On top of that, a few of your neighbors don’t seem to like answering their listed phone numbers, and others have none.”

“What do you want, enforcers?” Ivan said, “I’m not exactly the ankle-breaking sort.”

“I could, if required,” Alan said as he slipped back into a seat. With the passive look on his face, Avery believed him.

She turned to a file, “This guy, Mr. Cleveland, seems like his bedroom door is busted. But I found a bunch of other reports of the exact same thing.”

Ivan walked around the desk, “Yeah, he does that himself. I wouldn’t worry about it. He’ll send another request whether you fix it or not.”

Avery frowned, and typed a note on her computer, then flipped to the next one, “And this one, with the leaking pipes?”

She felt Ivan’s hand on her shoulder, and her mind flashed back to the other day. He had shoved her to her knees right in front of him. That was before he pushed himself on her, forced his way into her mouth. She squeezed her thighs together.

“Never met them,” Ivan said, “Though Avery had a plumber he used to call to handle that, pretty common.”

A certain plumber? Did grandpa Avery even keep the guy’s number written anywhere? She would have to dig through the files to find it, and she would be lucky even then.

“I will go take a look,” Alan said as he stood up, “It cannot be complicated.”

“Whoa there,” Avery said, her chest tensing, “Just sit, I’ll let you know if I want you guys to do something.”

Alan stood for a moment, and Avery thought she could sense disappointment coming off of him. He sat back down, “Yes. Then what should I do?”

“Just sit there and look pretty.”

She flipped through one file, and then the next, making small notes when she could. Then she hit an interesting one.

“Oh come on!” Ivan yelled, “Figure out sarcasm man. Avery!”

It was like a child calling for mom. Avery looked to where Ivan’s band was floating, his arm was outstretched toward Alan. Alan had a slight smirk on his face, and his eyes were held on Avery, half-lidded, almost smoldering.

He was looking pretty.

Avery snorted before grinning and shaking her head.

“Okay, this guy didn’t pay last month, a Derrick Hunt?” She said, “Do you know him?”

“The name seems familiar,” Ivan said.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Avery said, “Introduce myself. Maybe he just got confused.”

“Alone?” Alan asked.

She stood up, “Yeah, you two can sit here and get to know each other.”

“Bzzt,” Ivan sputtered, “rather not. Let me come with.”

“Nope,” She said as she put her arm out, pushed Ivan aside, and headed for the door, “My building, my rules, remember?”

Alan took a deep breath, but stayed put.

“What if the guy is a bloodthirsty monster or something?” Ivan said with a hint of desperation in his voice.

Avery only added, “Play nice you two,” before closing the office door behind her.

She took a deep breath, rechecked the room number, and then headed upstairs. All she had to do was go and ask this guy if he was going to pay his rent, and if not she would figure out how to evict someone. Not difficult, chances were he wouldn’t even be home. It was the middle of the day, even Ivan seemed to leave home sometimes.

She was going to have to ask Ivan how he made money. Actually, she probably didn’t want to know.

Avery made it up to the proper floor, and took a look at the first door, wrong number. She kept going down, went around the corner, and then checked again. Getting close. She kept walking, and then stopped mid-step. There was a creak behind her.

“Stop following me Ivan.”

There was silence for a moment, then, “How did you know?”

She turned around, a pink band floating in the middle of the hall. It pulled up to about face level, and then fell limp again.

“Damnit, fuck breast cancer!”

“Go downstairs please,” She asked, “You were a big help, don’t ruin it. I want to try to do this part on my own.”

His arm pulled up, and she could imagine him crossing his arms.

“You’re really going to make me sit in a room with him?” Ivan asked.

Avery had to laugh at that, “You said he is a monster, right? Figure out what makes him work.”

Ivan turned, “Fine.”

He walked away, then Avery moved a few doors down until she reached the one she was looking for.

 She went to knock, but the first rap of her knuckle pushed the door in. It was ajar, and inside was dark. Was he not home? She peeked through the door.

“Mr. Hunt? Are you home?” She said, trying to keep her voice just loud enough that she could be heard but wouldn’t wake a sleeping man.

No answer.

She looked at the file in her hand, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. She owned this building, even if the door was locked she could have opened it up and gone right in. Not without good reason, but still the point was there.

The first sensation that hit Avery was the air. The room felt colder than the hall. She imagined there had to be an AC unit. There was a light further in, but it barely pierced the darkness, instead creating outlines of blue along the dark caves and crevices of the apartment.

“Hello?” Avery said, “I’m not here to pry, just looking for Derrick Hunt.”

As she moved further in, her feet felt like they were sticking to the floor. Did he clean his floor? It made a schlick noise each time her feet pulled away. At this point she wanted to turn around and leave. Even if he wasn’t home, she didn’t feel like losing a shoe to some guy’s sticky floor.

Then she heard a thump from inside the building, like a wooden cane striking the floor.

“Mr. Hunt?” She called.

Was he old? Maybe he just couldn’t hear her enter.

A second thump, followed closely by a third. She stopped in place, and listened in the dark. Was it some old man, or a weirdo waiting to surprise her?

She heard breathing. It was faint, but it was coming from deeper. She lifted a foot, and her foot tugged back down to the floor. Whatever was wrong with his floor, she was getting tired of it.

Avery kneeled down and looked at the floor, her shoes stuck fast to a white mess, criss-crossed across the floor.

“Avery?” A hiss reached her.

Avery’s neck-hairs prickled. “Yes?”

A shadow blocked out the dim blue light. It was large, taller than Alan, it neared the ceiling.

Avery shrank back. She could hear the thump, and another, footsteps one after another. It was massive, it was inhuman.

“No,” Was all it said.

Avery tried to stand and turn, but her ankle was locked in place, and all she managed to do was twist herself up.

Arms swept down over her, massive, strong, furry. She was torn away from the sticky floor, her whole body locked up in a moment of primal fear. She felt hands grabbing her, all while the arms held her tight. She was turned in the air, and looked down into many glistening eyes.

Avery opened her mouth to scream, but her body was pulled forward. She heard a clicking, and before she could get a peep out, a sharp pain shot through her collarbone. It was biting her. Her vision started to blur, maybe it was shock, but it felt like a thick liquid was shifting through her. It was like getting a booster shot, something more than blood was flowing through her chest.

She tried to speak, and could only whisper a, “Why?”

It didn’t reply, instead she felt her body starting to spin. Her vision was shifting in and out as she started to twirl there in mid-air, the distant sensation of fingers and prods touching her all over. Her arms were restricted to her sides. She felt sticky. Her mind was going soft. Then she closed her eyes, and they didn’t open again.

When she woke up, her whole body felt tingly, like her foot was on pins and needles. She opened her eyes, and the lamp in front of her gave her an instant headache. She squinted and tried to put her hand in front of her face, but she could barely manage to move her eyelids. Something wasn’t right. She was laying on a couch, in a living room, her head against one of the arm rests.

She tried to look around the room, but while she could get her eyes to move, her head didn’t respond. Her heart started to beat faster. Why couldn’t she move? Where was she?

“So you’re awake?” Said a man in the room.

Avery looked over as best she could manage, and saw a man at the edge of her peripheral. He had a towel draped across his shoulders, and another wiping at his shaggy hair. She blinked, and he moved out of sight.

“Who?” She managed to whisper.

He spoke from out of her vision, “Derrick Hunt, you came looking for me?”

He wasn’t an old man, that much was obvious. Even the short glimpse she got of him, he had dark brown skin and a youthful body. There was something else about him she wasn’t so sure about.

“Something…” She was having trouble getting her tongue to work. Plus there was the whole ‘my body isn’t working’ problem she had to deal with. “Something attacked me.”

“That was me, I’m afraid,” He said as he came closer.

Avery looked up as his face came down above her head. His hair was a sandy brown, puffy and loose but long enough to fall past his ears.

He frowned, but it was a frown of disappointment. He let his towel go slack long enough to touch his hand to her forehead. He nodded at her condition.

“No fever, you’re already recovering.”

He went back to drying his hair with both hands… while he kept a hand to her forehead. Avery’s thoughts ran in circles for a moment, and she closed her eyes rather than look at the confusing sight.

“Apologies, by the way,” He said in a low voice, “How do you feel?”

“Can’t move,” She mumbled.

“That would be my venom,” He said as he walked toward her feet, and sad down at the end of the couch, “Powerful stuff, but it won’t kill you.”

While Derrick dried his hair, he also rested his arm on the armrest, and folded the towel that was previously around his shoulders. Each of the three pair of arms were lean but strong, with what looked like puffy fur or hair surrounding where they met his body. He looked over at her, his eyes hidden behind his shock of hair.

“You came into my lair, natural response. You’re lucky I didn’t eat you.”

He laughed, and smiled teeth that she swore were a little more jagged than normal. Avery joined in as best she could, which sounded like deathly rasping.

“My mistake,” She said, “Though this seems a little extreme.”

“What the webs?”

Avery looked down, and saw that her length was wrapped in white webbing. Since she couldn’t move, she hadn’t quite realized how restrained she was.

“You would be surprised how quickly some people recover,” Derrick said with a shake of his head, “If I strive to be anything, it is careful. You don’t want dinner making a fool of you.”

Avery looked around the room, “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”

It wasn’t a large room, and it seemed almost cultured. There were square lamps here and there, with a bookshelf that was diagonal diamonds instead of a typical set of squares. Then again, every bit of wall and floor she could see was covered with a net of web.

She looked back at Derrick, and found him staring at her. He looked away when their eyes met.

“You aren’t struggling a lot,” He said, bringing a hand to his mouth to cover an uncomfortable cough.

She tried, and could see the webbing shift slightly, but not as much as she wanted, “I can’t feel much beyond my face. I thought I was paralyzed.”

Derrick put a hand on her foot, and she felt a dull sensation there. He looked at her like a teacher showing off a basic fact, it would be on the test. He squeezed, and the pressure increased, followed by a delayed sensation of touch. It was odd, off, and only served to increase Avery’s panic.

“It is less paralysis,” Derrick said, using his middle arms to gesticulate as he spoke, “and more a way to keep you from screaming out in pain.”

She tried to laugh again, “I’m sure that comes in handy.”

Derrick sat up straight at the comment, “It isn’t like, some weird sex thing. I mean, you don’t think that do you?”

Avery’s cheeks turned red. “No, no.”

He crossed all of his arms, “Sorry, that was rude. I mean, you just wouldn’t imagine how many women are into this stuff. This is how I eat, do you imagine cows to get in the mood?”

Her alarm was turning to awkward confusion, “Can’t say I do.”

“Not to say you aren’t attractive,” He said as his hand touched her at the knee, then pulled back, “Oh no, I’m ruining this aren’t I?”

Avery’s eyes went wide, “This? What is this, a date?”

“An apology!” He snapped back, “Just, I guess I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to clarify on the situation. Then I started talking too much, which I can’t help around pretty women.”

That was twice now that he mentioned her beauty. Avery couldn’t help but hope that he didn’t get hungry around girls he found cute. Still, he seemed like he wanted to let her go.

“Don’t worry about it,” She said, “I mean, as long as you aren’t going to eat me.”

He smiled again, which wasn’t reassuring.

“And, thanks, you aren’t bad looking yourself.”

Derrick stood up quickly as she complimented him, and then let out a chuckle. He walked away, and she followed as long as she could until he passed out of her vision.

“Thirsty?” He asked, “I’ve heard the venom can leave your lips dry.”

She was actually, “Yes, please.”

“Water?”

She agreed, and he came back with a cup of something steaming, and another cup of water. She tried to struggle, and didn’t manage to do much but confirm that her limbs were responding a little more. The webbing shifted as if she had tapped it with her finger, and then went limp again.

“Just open your mouth,” He said, “I’ll help you.”

There was a list of acts she didn’t want strange men performing, and helping her drink was high on that list. Still, she wanted him to let her loose. Especially since she still needed to breach the topic of rent. So she parted her lips, and waited.

“Blink rapidly if you are having trouble swallowing.”

The cup went to her lips, and tilted. She could feel the cold liquid start to pour in, slowly, as if she was a large tea mug. She swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn’t quite fast enough. It was odd, not being able to drink normally. She wanted it to stop, but she didn’t want to have to use his strange panic ritual. Then her mouth was too full to handle, and she found herself sputtering until she could faintly feel water pouring down her face.

“Maybe you’re worse off than I thought,” He said as he brought a napkin to her mouth while he put the cup away.

She caught her breath, and Derrick focused on her, his eyes trailing up her lips, nose, eyes. His hand ran over her cheek to collect the dribble, and then over her lips.

His lips seemed to flex and shape, going over words he left unspoken. It was strange, being looked at so intimately. It wasn’t because of her sweat, or some other strange urge. It didn’t look like he was trying to eat her, it looked like he wanted her.

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked.

He took a breath and sat back, “I’m not some animal. What I want isn’t important right now.”

It was cute. No, he was large, strong, and he attacked and envenomed her. It was sexy, he looked like he wanted to strike again, in a new way.

“Well you look like you’re having trouble stopping yourself,” Avery said.

Taunting the spider man was probably not the best idea she had all day. Maybe dealing with Ivan and Alan was messing with her head.

“That’s what everyone thinks,” He said with a shallow laugh, “They can’t help themselves. They just trap their prey, and act on instinct. Some of us are better than that, you know.” He squeezed her arm, “I’m not some slave to instinct.”

Now she felt bad. Was that why he asked if she was into this? If she imagined his sex life, it had to be filled with women who thought he would tie them up and hang them from the ceiling. They expected a monster, and if his apartment was any way to judge, he was intelligent. It was kind of attractive. It made her feel bad, but the more he talked, the more he looked at her with those fond eyes, the more she wanted him.

“Sorry,” She said, “I guess I’m more into this than I thought.”

Derrick’s eyes locked on hers. His lip trembled. Then he leaned in, his lips locking with hers. She could feel that just fine, his tongue slipping past hers, his breath spilling into her. She could reply, their tongues intertwined, and pressed back out.

When they broke apart, he brought a hand to his chin to think, “I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologize,” She said, “I would say let’s keep going, but I’m sort of useless right now.”

It was mostly a joke. She could feel that familiar feeling in her gut, her body was warm, but she couldn’t imagine how this would work with her tied up and barely able to feel.

“Really?” He said with a growing grin.

One of his hands went to her lower stomach, a finger slid down to thigh level. The webbing split like a knife cut through it, revealing the black cloth of her skirt.

She didn’t say a word, just watched in disbelief.

Derrick’s fingers slipped into the web hole, and she could feel his fingers at her crotch. He bunched up her skirt, slid a finger between her closed thighs. The finger rubbed against her panties, and at first it was a useless gesture. Then he pressed tighter to her body, and while the rest of her body felt dull, her lower lips lit up with sensation. He slid a second finger in between her thighs, and rubbed against the outside of her underwear, rubbing back and then forward, making circles that ran up one thigh side and then the other. She felt a chill, her body shivering at the focused contact.

A hand touched her breast, and then the other. His fingers kneaded her flesh as he teased her opening. She could feel the pressure, feel the texture of her clothing rubbing against her, and still feel his heat as he touched her intimate places.

She could feel her breathing becoming harsh. Her lip was shaking. The sensations were like pin points, surgical strikes of pleasure in a desert.

“Oh god,” Avery whispered, as the waves of pleasure under the surface became too hard to keep quiet.

“You’re okay?” He asked.

She wanted to nod, instead she whispered, “Yes.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, passionate and hard. Then he stood, and his hands worked in concert to strip him of his pants and underwear.

She could see his erect member, see him looking down at her, wondering if he could even stop himself from moving forward. She was going to get that, and she knew it. If she didn’t stop him, he would be on top of her.

“It’s okay,” She said.

Derrick over her, straddled her. He leaned down above her, and she could feel his heat as they got close to one another. Then she felt it, his head pressing through the hole he cut. He pressed against her, the smooth tip filling that space between her thighs and the thin barrier of her panties.

As he sank in deeper, his length sliding against her skin, his body came closer. His hands moved over her. A pair slid up her arms, another stayed close to her breasts, squeezing sensitivity back into the flesh, and the last kept him up and touched her face.

He pressed in deeper, and each time she expected full penetration. Instead that pressure returned, the press of her panties against her sensitive button, running the silken material against her lips, every wave and valley of his penis creating flickers of joy through her body. Then he slid out and began again.

“Maybe I am an animal,” He whispered as he pressed in.

Avery found herself gulping for air, every breath out a long gasp.

“It is just natural,” He added, “I saw you, and I saw more than food. I saw passion, a game of passion.”

“Please,” Avery gasped, her body crying out for more contact, more feeling, “More.”

“More?” He growled as he pressed in deeper, her underwear now soaked with her own juices, pressed into her soft folds.

His face twisted up in what looked like anger, and then his jaw split.

Avery’s eyes widened. There were fangs inside, more like large mandibles, they slid free and clicked, before sliding back inside. Her mind wanted to be afraid, but he drove in faster, their bodies becoming slick with the repetition. He kissed on her cheeks, small aggressive pecks.

Even beyond the wall of numbness, she could feel herself coming to a peek. Without penetration, he had her on edge. Her breaths were soft moans, driven out by every push of his hot flesh between her trembling thighs. Her body threatened actions it couldn’t take, her legs wanted to drive up and against him, her fingers wanted to clutch at the couch.

His pace was picking up, and she knew he was coming to his peak. He was swelling between her legs, each thrust was harder, like attempts to make her soaked panties vanish completely. The rub made her groan in frustration, the rising lust unable to trip over into pure ecstasy.

Then he kissed her, their lips locking as he pressed deep between her thighs, wrapped all of his arms around her, and growled. Avery’s body bloomed in reaction. Unable to move beyond curling her toes and closing her eyes, all she could do was shake. Her whole body trembled against him, feeling the faint moisture collect between her legs as he tried to fill the phantom womb nestled between her legs.

He came down slowly, his breath calming as he looked over her. For her part, she was beet red, and her breathing was raspy and hungry for more.

Then Derrick’s spine went straight, and he stood up and backed away from the couch with a growl on his face.

“Derrick?” She asked as he slid away.

Then she heard a knocking sound in the hall next to the living room.

“Damnit,” grumbled Ivan.

“Ivan? What are you doing here?” Avery tried to sound angry, but she couldn’t manage it.

“You didn’t come back!” Ivan said, “What is on this floor, where are you?”

She could say the same for him.

Then she looked to Derrick, but he had slid into the shadows leading to his bedroom. A low rumble was emanating from the room, and she felt her stomach twist up.

“Avery! What is going on here?” Ivan snapped, he was closer now, he had to have just entered the room.

Then it returned. The large creature that first captured her, a massive spider, with the upper-body of Derrick replacing the head. He was on the ceiling, his furred black and brown legs striking the roof with mechanical precision as he moved across the room to near the couch.

“What is this? Who are you?” Derrick growled loudly, “Why are you here?”

“I’m here for Avery,” Ivan replied, “I won’t let you hurt her!”

If she could, Avery would have face palmed.

“Derrick,” She gasped, “Calm down, he is a friend.”

“He is an intruder,” Derrick snapped, his jaw sliding open again.

She could hear Ivan shuffling around, “What is it with you and monsters, Avery?”

“Leave!” Derrick yelled.

“Make me!” Ivan replied, and she had to imagine from the placement of his pink bracelet that he was making a rude gesture.

Wait, the pink bracelet? That meant that Derrick could see him just fine.

The giant spider lunged forward, and crashed into the spot where Ivan just was. Except he didn’t seem to hit much at all, his legs flailed around in a panic, and he mostly slid through his collection of stuff until he slammed against a wall.

A half hour later, Avery was sitting up on the couch, as Ivan and Derrick both nursed their heads with melted ice packs.

“Sooner than later people will learn not to fight over me,” Avery said, tutting at the both of them.

Derrick looked down and away.

Ivan said, “I’m starting to get that. I promise to protect you, and you look like you were getting neck from Peter Parker over here.”

“Excuse me?” She replied with contempt, trying to ignore the drying patch of ejaculate she was hiding between her thighs.

“Whatever, did you get him to pay up his rent?” Ivan said, shaking his ice pack a little.

“Rent?” Derrick said with a look of shock, “Oh no, I forgot to mail my rent to Avery.”

Ivan chuckled, “Buddy, Avery’s dead. This is Avery now.”

Derrick looked at Avery, and his face twisted up in confusion. He leaned in closer to her, and moved his hair aside to reveal small pure black eyes descending his face.

“Huh, I can see the resemblance. I guess I have even more to apologize for.”

Avery looked at the damage to Derrick’s apartment, his large body crashing into the floor had left cracks in the floor and the far wall that were going to require a team to come in and fix it up.

She let out a sigh, “Apologies aren’t going to get this apartment fixed. Just one more hole in a giant hole-ridden mess of a building.”

She was just venting, but when she looked at Derrick, she saw he regretted the words. He looked away from her, and his shoulders went slack.

“Well,” Avery said, “Maybe you can help me figure out how to fix this place up. That would make us even for the late rent, and the damages, deal?”

Derrick turned back, and after a moment, gave her that too-sharp smile, “Sounds like a deal.”