Brooklyn, Earth-1610.
━ chap 6. training desires !

Slowly the orange and yellow bright ball begins to appear like the colors oranges, lemons, and a grapefruit over Brooklyn. The sun began to rise higher and higher very slowly and the colors became more vibrant, the light beginning to shine brighter and brighter to eliminate the darkness.

It's been about 4 weeks since (Y/N) had found Miguel, and nursed him back to health. He was still in bad shape since he didn't have that, to help him nor the fact he was still in her universe wasn't helping him either.

Currently (Y/N) was up out of her bed with a pouting frown on her face, glaring down at Elvis who had woken her up just when sunrise was hitting, "Seriously, cat. Why must you wake me up for food?"

Elvis just meowed up at his owner with a smug posture on the carpet, circling around her bare legs as he rubs his fur onto her. This was a normal occurrence in the morning for them both, as Elvis was an impatience cat when it came to his meals.

She sighs heavily at her cat, running a hand down her face as she walks towards her bathroom. She splashed water onto her face, and tried to wake herself up more. She dried her face off with the towel hanging beside the sink, and grabbed a jumper to place over her training top.

"Come on, Elvis. Let's feed you shall we?" (Y/N) speaks tiredly down at him, and opened her bedroom door as she walked past Miles' closed one that had a sleeping Miguel in it, "Gotta wake up that bum next."

Elvis meowed in agreement with her words, the cat growing fond over the new male inside their apartment whenever he was awake, Elvis would not leave Miguel alone. Either always sitting on him, or meowing for attention.

The (H/C) haired rubbed her eyes with her knuckles as she arrived inside her living room, and went to open her curtains to let in the bright light of a new day. She then went back to her kitchen's cupboards, opening the biggest one as she pulled out Elvis' canned food.

She pulled the opening of the can off with a grunt, and started to dump the wet food into his red bowl, cringing at the smell of it, "I don't know how you eat this stuff, El."

Elvis' ears flickered hearing her gaging, and went to playfully nip at her socked covered feet for the insult. She yelped at the attack, and stopped pouring to scoff down at the now innocent looking cat.

"You pequeña mierda-" She grumbled with a finger pointed down at him, which caused Elvis to sit up straight, tail behind him knowing he was in trouble now, "Do you want your food or not?"

When she saw him doing this, (Y/N) nodded her head and gave him a small laugh of smugness now, "That's what I thought, fluff ball." She remarks, and placed down his red bowl onto the floor near his water, as he raced towards it and munched it up.

The girl now turned towards the last closed door in the apartment, stomach flipping a bit nervous as she always hate this bit about taking care of Miguel. Waking him up was either a great time, or a bad time which would end up with her yelling insulsts at him.

Rubbing up and down her covered arms by the jumper around her, she went towards the door, and reached out her hand to twist open the door handle, emotions now running wild with anxiety.

The door creaked open slowly, it making a loud noise which caused her to grimance to herself. Inside it was dark, the only light source coming from the small gabs in the curtain covering the window near the bed.

Her (E/C) eyes scan over the room, for once thankful for her Spider powers as she could see better in the dark then most ones could. She takes careful steps into her brothers room occupied by Miguel, and freezes mid way hearing the bed sheet's rustling around.

A small scream escaped her lips as she saw red, scarlet eyes staring her down from within the darkness of the room, and raced up to swing open the curtains to bring in the day of light.

"¡Mierda! Why would you do that, pequeña roja?" Miguel's familiar deep voice exclaims, it now sounding more raspy and throaty because of his morning voice. He was covering his eyes with the blankets from the light, and trying to wrap himself up away from her.

(Y/N) places a hand over her fast beating heart, turning her head to him with wide, incredulous eyes, "You shouldn't of scared me like that! Tonto idiota!" She snaps back through her teeth, watching as he rolls around in the bed that hardly fits him.

"I didn't even do anything.." He grumbles out under his breath, laying face down into the pillows as the sheet was over his bare chest and body. He hated the morning light, and it didn't help when she would always open the curtains up to let it in.

He was up way before her though, even getting food with water from the kitchen. Not that he'd ever tell her that he enjoyed the comfort he found of listening to her sleep, and do her morning routine.

Her eye twitches at this, not even seeing how his toned chest was bare for her to see, and marches up to his hiding figure, "Get your ass up. You're helping me train today." She tells him, going to reach for the sheets shielding him away from reality.

"And why would I do that, hhm?" His deep voice was muffled by the pillows, as he tried to shuffle away from her but ended up hitting the wall with a pained groan, "I'm staying right here, to sleep."

"You stay in my apartment, I take care of you. That's the least you could do-" She goes to angrily rant out, hands going to now try and pull off his sheets, but was quickly stopped by him.

One of his hand shot out to grasp her wrist in his much larger hand, catching her by utter surprise as he forcefully yanks her towards him, and inside the cocoon of blankets, right underneath his massive figure.

"Hey, bug boy-!" She yelps out a stutter at this, freaking out as her back hits the bed underneath him inside the blanket, having no time for her Spider senses to kick in and save her.

His broad figure was leaning over her smaller one, kneeled legs on each side of her thighs, as his hands rested right near her head. His hair was all messy, as some of the strains lay on his forehead perfectly. His intense, red gaze zooming in and focusing on her only.

"I wouldn't do that," Miguel starts off in a low husked tone, leaning down right near her ear as he feels her shiver, and smirks in satisfaction, "a menos que quieras terminar debajo de mí así."

(Y/N)'s stomach leaps with butterflies feeling his voice so close to her skin, and closes her eyes mometerially to not pass out from shock. Her hands were resting on his bare chest, feeling his stoned stomach and chest tense, and flex underneath her from time to time.

However soon realising what was happening, her eyes fly open with an embarrassed screech escaping her and shoves the male off of her with great force. Which had him landing across the room with a groan, and a supirsed yell at the sudden hit.

"No! Why do you always have to-" She makes an annoyed noise, and clenches her fist into the air with a scrunched up face. She then shot a web at Miguel's figure flopped onto the floor, and pulled him up easily to stand in front of her, "Get dressed, and come out when you're finished." She grumbled, giving him a warning stare, and left the room with spanish curses.

(Y/N) hated how easily he had her wrapped around his finger, and the fact he could easily pull those flirty moves with her. She run her fingers through her hair with a huff, looking at the fruit on her bench in thought, but decided to eat after a round of praticing with her Spider senses.

Her body still felt hot from what happened before, and couldn't get the view of his bare chest out of her mind. Making another annoyed sound, and snatched off her jumper to revel her long tank top for training, and marched towards her open window, waiting for Miguel to hurry up and come out.

The sound of Miles' bedroom door opening with a creak was heard, followed by heavy footsteps behind it, and Miguel appeared around the corner, looking straight faced as normal.

He was dressed in grey sweat pants, and another tight black shirt followed by his Spider suits flats. He also carried the girls high-top in his hands, as he came walking over to her, and silently knelt in front of her figure sitting on the window seal.

"Thought you might need these," He motioned to her pair of shoes in his hand, glancing up at her with his red eyes, hair now less messier then before, "Sorry about before.."

She raised an eyebrow at his apology, not really believing he actually was as he loved to tease, and play these type of games with her, but nevertheless went along with it, "Oh? It's okay, it's whatever..." She brushed it off, smiling with a head tilt.

"I didn't finish, requeña roja." He interrupted her quickly with a rumble, and lifted one of her legs up to bend the knee, placing her high-top onto her socked foot, "I don't regret what I did."

She shot him a scowl hearing that, and used her now shoe feet to kick him gently in the chest, "I knew you weren't serious, you estúpido!" She exclaimed, and stood up from the window.

He just kneeled back up slowly, shoulders moving back and forth causally as he rubs his itchy noise, a slow smirk appearing across his lips, "You know me so well."

She just scoffed at his attitude, fingers going into the back of her hair to place it up out of her face. She goes turns to hope out of the window, and sticks to the wall with her shoes, peeking back down to him, "You coming with me, or not, bug-boy?"

His facade of smugness drops hearing her familiar nickname for him, and now it was his turn to scowl at her annoyed. He micks her words in spanish to himself, as he hears her giggling and joins her outside of the window.

"You're going to have to hold my hands, Miguel." (Y/N) reminds him from her spot on the brick wall, lucky that no one was out and around right now to see her stuck to the wall so casually, "No Spider sticking, remember?"

His eyes narrowed down on her from his spot on the metal stairs leading to the ground floor, and then back down to his hands. He groaned in embarrassment as he realised she was right, and turned his head away as he held out his hands for to take, "Fine, do it."

She walked down the bricked wall a few steps, nearing where his face was as she was technically upside down, and placed a hand on her hip, "Nah, you gotta say it first."

He tensed up a little at this, sighing heavily with growing irritation as he still looked away from her, "Take my hand.." He muttered in one breath, quietly.

"What?"

"You can hold my hands."

"C'mon." She prompted with a rising smile crossing her face, feeding off the fact she saw his ears starting to become red, and got closer to his face.

"Por favor, just take my-"

"Yeah, I already heard you." She cackles with amusement as she dodges his hands trying to snatch her up off the wall, and flicks his nose playfully, "But I enjoyed that."

He made an angry grunting noise, teeth gritted together with embarrassment as he faces her now, eyes red and flaring. He needs to start remembering that if he serves out teasing, she was going to give it back ten times.

She grins evilly at him seeing his state, her fangs appearing a little from how big she was grinning. She reaches out her hands towards his, and gently intertwined them together with his quivering ones, that were shaking from anger, and tugs him up onto the wall beside her which caused him to stumble a bit.

"You know, maybe this wasn't a good idea." He grumbles with a growl, trying not to show how nervous he was standing on the wall without his suit or claws to support him, "Why don't we just use the maldito door?"

She clicks her tongue at his attitude, and starts to walk upwards towards the roof, pulling him up with her as he stumbles still, "'Cause, bug-boy, this is the quickest way."

He had a death grip on her hands intertwined with both of his, as his gaze was focused on her face instead of infront or dowards at the ground, "Esto es tan estupido. You could just let me use my claws."

She turns her head over her shoulders, and tilts her head with a lazy smirk thrown at him, the breeze blowing around her hair, "Where's the fun in that?" She muses with a chuckle, and goes to pull their conjoint hands back, "Now, get the hell up there!"

Miguel's eyes went wide, stomach leaping as he was suddenly attached to her by the hip, and now flying up in the air towards the roof, which was just a few meters up from them. A loud yell escaped him, trying to catch himself as he rolled onto the roof, groaning when he came to a stop, chest facing the ground as he was spread out like a star-fish.

Guess no Spider strength, nor reflexes could catch him during this, despite how his physique was. He was completely baffled to how such a small woman like her, could easily throw such a massive guy like him. The again, she did train very hard, and had super strength like him, maybe even more if he was being honest.

(Y/N) appeared on the edge of the roof with a backwards flip off the wall, and landed gracefully, arms crossed over her chest, smirking, "You loose this round, compañero."

He cursed in spanish under his breath, something that he's been doing a lot around her, as his eyes glanced down at his IA wristband that was now glitching frantically. Ignoring that for now, he flipped himself back up to his feet, "Bien? Are we training your senses or not, chica araña?"

Her mouth dropped open in offence at him calling her Spider-girl, and jumped down off the edge to stomp up to where he was, "Yes, we are." She sneered, and pulled out the blindfold that was wrapped around her pants, "Don't call me that either, ass."

He placed his hands on his thin waist, bending his back a little as he got close into her face, tilting his head sideways, "Sí, that's what you are. Are you not, cariño?"

She pushed his face away from hers with a grumble, trying her hardest not to freak out at his nickname for her, "Whatever, red. Just stand back a little so I can get ready." She demanded, pointing out to the middle of the roof where it had nothing but a few fake trees, and a shed to the side.

Miguel throw's his hands in the air at her order, mimicking her voice under his breath which caused (Y/N) to roll her eyes, and walk to the middle also, but a bit away from his position.

Across the roof of where they both stood, their eyes both meet each others as he sent her a strong nod, signalling he was ready to go, standing in a fighting stance.

She was the epitome of focus, the blindfold she went to place around her head, created from the threads of the blackest material, absorbed the very light around her. She slowly took her hands away from the back of her head, pulling them back down to her sides, and took a deep breath in and out.

"You ready?" He called out to her in his deep voice, slicking his hair back with a hand, as he pushed one of his legs back, and focused his red gaze onto her figure carefully.

"All over it." She muttered her reply knowing he hear it regardless, and centered herself in the middle of the roof. As her Spider senses came to life, she felt the vibrations in the air, the tentative footsteps of people walking down below, the whispers of the wind against the metal shed, and the rising crescendo of his heartbeat in sync with hers.

His eyes flared up in a dangerous red drowning in her focused figure, fangs now appearing because of the raging storm of emotion he was feeling inside. Then, without any further warning, the training began.

Miguel lunged at her like a lion pouncing on its prey, showing no mercy as he knew his DNA was taking over again. (Y/N)'s senses erupted in a flurry of warnings, and she twisted her body just in time, narrowly avoiding the strike.

But apart of the training she made him promise her, was to not give up that easily. Using the momentum of his missed attack, he spun around in a swift acrobatic kick that sent shockwaves barreling towards her.

Her Spider senses flared again, guiding her to flip backwards and evade the shockwave that ripped the air where she stood a moment ago, "I get I asked to go easy, but are you trying to hurt me?" She freaks out with a yelp, while just landing her flip onto the cement.

He felt like his veins, and blood was on fire the more he went to train with her, something awakening in him seeing her fighting like this. His heart was beating in sncy with hers, making him sense her growing anxiety about this, "You asked for this, sweetheart."

Ever since the moment she told him that her DNA was similar to his in a way, his thoughts and desires were running ramped, but always manged to keep it on the down low. Expect.... whenever she would act all bratty, or appear to be attractive in his eyes, those urges would set off.

His fangs grow more down now so they end up touching his bottom lip, his claws popping out despite her words of to not do that ring through his head. His charged at her tense blinded figure, and twisted his body mide-air, launching a swift kick straight at her head.

She reacted instantly sensing this, catching his foot mid air, and threw him to the side of the roof with a grunt. She jumped back into a defense position hearing his angry growling from the ground, "Miguel, we can stop if you want-"

She was cut off as his body collided with hers, tackling her down onto the cement as she yelped panicked feeling this happening. He kept her hands pinned above her head, as his knee was pushing into her chest.

"No, no estoy satisfecho." His voice rasped into her neck, voice sounding completely feral, and desire written as this reminded her of the first time he had woken up, "Necesitar más."

She squealed in alarm at his figure on her again, Spider senses clashing with his beating heart as she yells, and shoves him off of her as hard as she could.

(Y/N) scrambled back blindy, trusting her powers to help and save her from Miguel's wild side again. She stood back up sensing him incoming to her again, and swiftly dodged another claw swipe at her to grab her by him.

"You see why I call you a rabid dog now-?" Her frantic voice gets cut off by a louder growl from his throat, seeming like she was pissed him off even more saying that.

Using her agility, she manverours her body over his as he charges her again, and executes a skillful leg sweep, knocking him off balance momentarily. Taking this as a chance, she flips into many back handstands away from him, and ends up over the other end of the roof.

"Bug-boy, we're done now. I'm taking off this blindfold." She tries to call out to him in his primal instinct time, going to launch a web line to attempt at immobilizing him, and she reaches up with her other hand for the cloth.

He scrambles back up on all fours hearing this, stumbling to stand up straight as he quickly cuts through the web with his talons, and shot his own red web towards her chest, roughly tugging her towards him.

She exclaimed feeling this sudden force on her chest, rushing to peel off her blindfold, and blinked as the suns light hits her sensitive eyes. The breath gets knocked out of her when her chest back hits his toned chest, wrapped up in his strong arms.

This once again brought back memories of the first time he tried chasing her, and that exact scenario was happening, but more controlled this time she hoped.

(Y/N) panicked feeling her body being squeezed in his arms, trying to break free with quick breaths, but that annoyed Miguel. He growled low in his throat, and placed his move against her ear, hot breaths hitting it.

She involuntary shivered at this sensation, continuing to wiggle as she needed to get out of his arms, and either knock him out or tie him up till he calmed down, "Miguel, let go right now-"

It took the young woman by utter surprise when he dipped his face into the crook of her neck, and pressed his nose into her pulse point, "Lo siento," He panted in a hoarse voice, heavy with different emotions against her skin, "Can't stop it, can't control myself-"

Around you.. He wanted to say, but wouldn't as she didn't know that he was back to normal, and that this was his real thoughts breaking through finally.

Her eyes went wide at his words, a small gasp leaving her as his claws digged into her waist, gently. Her body was turned around to face him by his bigger hands, and she too drowned in the way he currently looked.

Brown hair normally styled prefect was a mess, locks of the curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth parted as deep pants escaped them, and his red eyes were darker with a lot emotions behind them.

Her hands were placed onto his heaving chest, as her mouth opens up to say something, but yelped when his eyes fluttered shut, and body fell into her arms, unconscious now.

"Why are you always passing out?!"

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uhm i think making miguel go feral is my new fav thing to do LMAOAO 😭😭😭

i always underestimate how much i write so i ended up leaving some/changing the ideas with this chapter, sorry if it's a bit shitty 🥹

i would enjoy the fun between them while lasts cause next chapter I THINK is literally just going to be angst thrown on angst and it MAYBE the last chapter of this act.... WELP

also if you're wondering why miggy is passing out a lot is cause he doesn't have rapture to help him and his dna 😵‍💫

anyways its 4am rn so thank you for reading guys, and please don't be ghost readers🥲 <33

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