"I'm not twenty-one," Peter repeated his sentence from the park.
"Don't contradict and just have a drink with me. Don't worry, it's not poisoned."
He grabbed a glass of hard alcohol with a slightly trembling hand. Tony smiled and Peter slowly emptied his glass. From the look on his face, the man knew he really didn't like it. The boy placed an empty glass on the table and coughed heavily.
For the next thirty minutes, they sat side by side on the couch in silence. Brunet began to sway slightly from side to side while sitting, relaxing, and his pupils dilating slightly. He giggled like a teenage girl who saw her idol without a shirt, and covered his mouth with a sleeve. At that moment, Stark knew the drug was starting to work. Peter's head dropped to his shoulder and the man put his arm around him.
"A-A-Am I drunk?" muttered the brunette. He had no idea what happened. But he didn't care, he felt amazing.
"Do you feel that way?" Stark laughed, moving the boy to his lap. Suddenly, as if someone else were acting for Peter. He sensed his every move, but he couldn't control it. He wrapped his arms around Stark and pressed against him. Tony grabbed the boy's ass and stood up. Peter couldn't explain it, attributing the sudden surge of energy to alcohol. Not a drug which was given to him without his knowledge. He was laid on the bed on the first floor and the man fell right next to him. Peter's muscles stopped working and he lay motionless on the mattress. He tried to think rationally, but his fooled brain wouldn't let him.
Stark approached and kissed the frightened boy like prince kissed Sleeping Beauty.
"Shall we try again?" The man asked in a calm voice and kissed the brunette again. As soon as their lips were back together, Peter felt something he had never felt before. He felt so full of energy that he started working together. He grabbed Tony by the neck and held him close. Stark's relentless hand began to run again down his thigh. He didn't fight back. And when Tony's hand went into his pants, he panted. He arched his back and tilted his head. In a single graceful motion, Stark pulled down his pants and he sat astride on Peter. Tony united their lips again and deepened the kiss. Then he moved to boy's blue neck. He decided to improve his appearance a little more. Then he rolled the boy under him to his stomach and pressed his head into the mattress with his palm.
"N-No," the rest of Peter's rational thinking muttered a protest. But it was completely useless. Peter felt great pain in certain parts, under the influence of which he screamed and tears appeared in his eyes. As the shocks repeated, the boy held the bright sheet beneath him tighter and tighter.
"God!" He couldn't help and let out a loud sigh. Tony stopped and tilted his head closer to him. With a smile in his ear, he whispered, "But my name is Tony." It seemed like he only had Peter for fun.
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"What did you give me?!" Peter burst into the living room ignoring the pain next morning when he realized he could move again, and his body belongs only to him again.
"That is not important," he replied with a slight smile without bothering to look at the boy. "And you seemed to enjoy it, so don't tell me you didn't like it."
Peter felt incredibly humiliated. He opened his mouth, ready to defend himself, but suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. Like he was going to vomit. He hurried to the kitchen counter and hid his head in the sink.
"I take it as a yes," Stark's hoarse voice said.
"What ... was ... that... w-why?!" Peter asked a question and began vomiting again.
"This is just one of the side effects," the man said. "Calm down." He walked over to the boy and patted him on the back. "Maybe you'll just be sick for a moment now."
Peter sighed and wiped his sweaty forehead.