Notes: okay, I saw the new trailer for the Spiderman movie this week -- can we say WOW, children? Anyone, one scene in particular really got my attention... 
My Muses decided to play ;) 

This is a Greensiders special presentation just for you guys, unbetaed, typed directly into the email client, so no spell checks or anything. Written in (looks at the clock) 37 minutes, including the time i spent messing about with the cat ;) Smut, of course, but nothing explicit. A bit of a farce in places, too >:) 

Enjoy 

His mouth dropped open as he saw the red and black clad figure fly effortless from building to building, his muscles rippling beneath the sleek fabric. The masked figure reached out, pulled on some invisible line, and flew out of sight around the corner. 

Paul Davis reminded himself how to breathe again. 

The whole display outside the restaurant window had taken less than five seconds, but it was five seconds Paul knew he was going to remember for the rest of his life. 

Unfortunately, given the armed bandits currently holding everyone in the dining room hostage, he estimated that he may only be alive for another ten minutes. Even with the help of a superhero. 

They called him the Spiderman, but no-one knew where he came from, or what his story was. Like the rest of the citizens of Washington, Paul had avidly watched the snippets of news footage and devoured the rare photograph of the masked hero. But he saw more than just an enigma. 

Paul thought Spiderman was sex in tights. 

The black and red patterned body suit was so tight in was almost like a full body tattoo. If it were stretched any more, Paul knew he'd be able to tell Spiderman's religion. Not for want of trying already, he admitted to himself. 

But it was more than the delightful package. It was the way he carried himself, so self-confident and full of grace. Not arrogant, never arrogant. It was the movements of someone who was supremely confident in their own abilities, in the limits of their own body. His entire being screamed to the world that this person knew themselves inside and out, their own darknesses and strengths. It spoke to Paul of mystery and playfulness, of someone who knowingly carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, but never let it push him down into the dirt. 

Paul thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. 

But the crowning glory was the mask. He had never considered himself kinky in any way, but that mask -- Paul felt he knew Spiderman intimately, but he could never dream a face to match the body. 

He felt a shiver ripple down his body and forced himself back into the realities of his current situation. At least, he thought philosophically, if I die here and now, I'll die with a smile on my face. 

A noise from the kitchen drew everyone's attention. Paul found himself straining slightly in his seat to get a better look. Was it him? 

One of the bandits edged carefully forward and peeked through the round portholes. He then nudged the swinging door open, his weapon preceding him into the kitchen. He vanished, the door swinging gently closed behind him. 

"Tony? See anything?" 

There was no answer. 

"Tony?" 

Tony was flung bodily through the doors, taking out another bandit on the wall. Paul swallowed a gasp as Spiderman himself stalked into the dining room. 

He thought the pictures were good, but seeing him like this, close up and in action -- it took Paul's breath away. 

The third bandit came in to attack, but Spiderman just casually lifted an arm and sprayed him with webbing before easily jumping straight upwards to stick to the ceiling. 

The dining room was in a panic as the other patrons tried to flee in terror. But Paul couldn't leave now if he tried, so he pushed himself out of the way and watched. 

The group of armed robbers seemed like lumbering elephants in the face of Spiderman's easy grace. He leapt and spun around the room, avoiding the occasional bullet they sent his way as he literally spun his trap around them. 

One of the group tossed aside his weapon and tried to physically tackle Spiderman. He was taller and heavier, but Paul knew who would win. 

The sound of a rifle cocking near him caught his attention. The only other bandit still standing was going to use the distraction to shoot. Instinctively, Paul braced himself on the wall and kicked out, hard. The shot went wild as the shooter stumbled away. Spiderman reached out and wrapped him in webbing before he could regroup. 

Then Paul found himself looking straight into that mask. There was no sound except for his own heavy breathing. The air seemed to crackle with invisible electricity, but not a word was spoken. 

The sound of police sirens outside destroyed the moment. Raising a black-gloved hand in casual salute, Spiderman turned and disappeared back into the kitchen. Paul looked once at the incapacitated thieves, then turned and ran through the swinging doors. 

He crashed wildly through the back doors into the alleyway behind the restaurant. Above him, on the edge of the roof, he saw a red and black blur. "Wait!" He yelled. 

To his surprise, the masked figure hesitated on the edge. 

Paul found himself smiling. Slowly, he gestured for Spiderman to come down. 

His heart thudded loudly in his chest as the figure lowered himself down three stories on an almost invisible thread. Paul stepped forward as Spiderman came to a stop, upside-down and dangling a metre above the road. 

"I didn't get to thank you," Paul said quietly as he reached out. 

Spiderman didn't flinch as Paul's fingers found the seam and unrolled that incredible mask up over his chin. The fabric felt warm with body heat and was slightly silky to his touch. Paul licked his lips as a full, rich mouth was exposed to the cool night air. Leaning forward, barely daring to breath, he kissed Spiderman. The mouth was soft and warm, pliable and welcoming as he deepened the kiss slightly, lingering in the sensation. 

Finally, he pulled back. Upside-down, the unmasked lips curved into a soft, warm smile. They were still smiling when the thread retracted and he was lifted high over Paul's head to disappear into the night. 

Paul touched his lips and closed his eyes to savour the taste for just a little while more. He now knew what mouth lurked under that mask. Soon he'd know what the whole face looked like. 

Behind him, he heard the door open. "Sir," a voice said as a hand landed on his shoulder. "Sir?" 

"Paul?" 

He smiled and licked his lips. 

"Fuck this." 

Paul was rudely awoken as he hit the floor with a thump. "What the..?" 

"Are we a little more awake now?" 

Paul was still a little stunned. "You kicked me out of bed!" 

"Well duh!" 

Paul sat up with his back against the dust ruffle. "I should have never introduced you to the Simpsons." 

A laugh drifted down from above and behind him. "Too late, I was already corrupted. Now," there was the sound of movement, then a head appeared above him. "What were you dreaming about that had you grinning and groaning like you were about to come in your shorts?" 

Paul closed his eyes and smiled as he recalled his dream. "Spiderman." 

There was a pause above him. "Is there something you wished to tell me, Paul?" 

He grinned and reached up to pull Daniel's face over as he leaned back. Upside-down, he guided Daniel in for a long, lingering kiss. The sensation was just as he remembered from his dream. "Oh, I just think you'd look a lot better in red tights than Tobey Macguire." 

Daniel laughed, his face inches from Paul's. "Oh really? And how do you think I'd look in the mask?" 

Paul thought back to the Spiderman of his dreams and smiled.