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“Otto Octavius,” Otto reached his hand out towards the stranger confidently.

“DOCTOR Otto Octavius,” Otto’s business partner, and good friend, Norman corrected him as he pulled the final briefcase out of the car’s trunk before slamming it shut. The stranger hummed, impressed. He shook Otto’s hand, before glancing over his shoulder at the smaller man, approaching while smoothing his suit.

“You must be Dr. Norman Osborn I suppose. William Prince. It’s truly a pleasure,” William replied with a slow, Southern drawl. Norman supposed it made sense - they were in Texas after all - and shook the man’s hand. “I appreciate y’all coming out this far. All the way from New York, can’t imagine that would be an easy journey.” The pair nodded, Otto shifting the case he was holding into his other hand.

“It’s no problem, truly,” Otto gave a small smile, “Could you inform us of the situation here?”

“Sure, sure! Here, let’s go inside. It’s much too hot out here for that kind of discussion,” Otto couldn’t help but notice the slight change in William’s demeanor. He seemed shifty, almost paranoid. The bespeckled man shot a glance towards Norman, and the look he received in return told Otto his partner had noticed the change as well. William turned to enter the sprawling estate behind him, and the two gentlemen followed, falling in pace with one another.

“I wonder who he doesn’t trust,” Norman whispered quietly to Otto, who simply shrugged in response. They had reached the front stoop and ascended the stairs, side by side. William was standing in the open doorway; Otto peered into the house and noted the expansive foyer. Norman nervously tapped his foot as he too glanced around the large house. The house felt off, as if it would swallow him whole if he took a step inside. His uneasiness preoccupied his thoughts, so much that he didn’t feel his foot slip through the porch. He instinctively grabbed onto Otto’s sweater, attempting to keep himself steading.

“Shit, sorry pal. That’s been happening a lot recently,” William scratched at his neck anxiously while Otto helped Norman out of the hole.

“Are you alright, dear?” Otto had an affinity for pet names, but Norman still felt heat rising in his cheeks. Norman simply nodded, yet kept his hand firmly on Otto’s shoulder. Otto looked down at the shorter man who avoided his gaze. Perhaps Mr. Prince has his attention. Otto thought, knowing this was likely untrue but he did not want to preoccupy his mind with other reasons.

“It’s been happening recently, you say? What’s that about?” Norman inquired, tilting his head slightly.

“We’ll discuss further inside,” William beckoned impatiently for the men to enter the house. Norman hesitated; he still felt uneasy about the house.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Osborn?” Otto looked down at the man once again, who thankfully looked him in the eyes this time.

“I’m fine, Otto, thank you,” Norman released his friend’s shoulder, entering the house before him. Otto couldn’t help but smile a little at Norman. He had a deep appreciation for his partner, even if he was a little skittish at times.

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“So..” William began as he settled on an armchair adjacent to the couch Otto and Norman had sat on, “Me and my wife bought this house nearly ten years ago, but the bizarre events haven’t started until about six months ago.” Otto nodded as he took notes.

“Has anything happened in your life that would cause this change?” William pondered Otto’s question.

“Well…my daughter moved out. She lives up in Austin now.” Williams nodded as he finished his thought.

“Interesting, now what events have you experienced in these six months?” Otto continued as he scrawled into his notebook. Norman began to set up their equipment as the soft glow of the sunset seeped in through the curtained windows. 

“Well, there’s been the issue with the patio. There’s no sign of termites. I checked every time the first few times it happened. Mindy, my wife, and I often hear the door to my daughter’s old room slam at night. She insisted that I check every time it happens. She was the one who told me to call you boys. All these things have been terrifying her. Hell, she rarely sleeps here anymore.” Otto noticed a hint of a smile as he mentioned the last bit, “Anyways, we’ve also heard footsteps pacing in the hall outside our room at night. Mindy even insists that she’s seen eyes peering into our room at night. I, for one, have not seen eyes but she is steadfast in her belief.”

“Why hasn’t she shut the door?” Norman suggested.

“She does,” William rubbed his face, “There’s just a draft up there that keeps it open.”

“Okay, well I think we have a good start. Don’t you think, Norman?” Norman nodded with a small smile, rising from the couch. In his hand lay an EMF detector. Otto traded his notebook for a small box. It crackled to life. He slipped the spirit box into the pocket of his slacks. 

“I believe we’re going to mainly investigate the hallway with your bedroom and your daughter’s bedroom.” Norman stated and William simply nodded, looking slightly hesitant. Norman took the first step on the stairs. It greeted him with a loud creak. The man winced, but continued up the steps, with Otto following closely behind. Williams followed the two, keeping his distance. Once they all reached the top, Otto pulled the spirit box out of his pocket.

“We are here to speak with the spirit or spirits who haunt this hall.” He was met with the low hum of the spirit box. Nothing. William rubbed his face once again. “I ask again, we are here to speak with the spirit or spirits who haunt this hall.” The trio waited some time, about thirty seconds. Still nothing. Otto shrugged and turned the box off. “The spirits do not always like to cooperate with our little box.” He chuckled slightly, but William just looked nervous.

“Well, try that other contraption.” William motioned towards the EMF detector in Norman’s hand. He complied and turned it on. Norman took the place of the ghost in pacing down the hall, still receiving no feedback. It had gotten almost completely dark by this point. After a few minutes of full attention on the EMF, Norman shook his head. 

“Nothing,” William sighed.

“May we investigate your daughter’s bedroom?” Otto asked the older gentleman, adjusting his glasses.

“Ah… sure,” He nodded and opened the door the three had congregated in front of. Norman was the first to enter the room. He took in the appearance of it. There was a bed situated in the corner of the room. A nightstand lay next to it. Norman noticed the walk-in closet to the left of the door.

“Did your daughter leave anything in her closet?” Norman questioned William, who still waited in the entryway. 

“I-I’m not sure…do you really have to check?” He looked truly uncomfortable, and the other men noticed. 

“We don’t have to, but I have reason to believe your issue is coming from this closet.” Otto explained in that perfect, matter-of-fact tone that Norman had always loved. When Otto used that tone, it was if Norman could not keep his eyes off his friend. He was never sure why, but he never complained. Except now was not the time to be ogling his business partner, and he snapped out of the slight trance. 

“Well, if you truly believe that, I guess it’s okay.” William gave Otto a short nod, giving him the all-clear to open the closet. He pulled open the doors with ease. It was quite a vast closet. Norman stood next to the taller man. Otto suddenly crouched and saw a rolled up sleeping bag tucked in the corner. He lifted it up, and it reeked of cigarette smoke. Norman could smell it too, and shot his partner a knowing look. Otto stood back, sleeping bag in hand. 

“Is your daughter a smoker?” Otto’s looked down at William. He paused, before shaking his head. Something seemed almost guilty about his response. “Do you know any smokers?”

“My-uh…one of my good friends is a smoker.” William replied, his face flushed a reddish color. 

“Is this friend, for any reason, staying in your daughter’s closet?” Otto’s inquiry continued. William sighed again, his face reflecting both anger and guilt.

“Yes...he is…please don’t tell my wife,” His eyes were glued to the floor.

“Are you two, perhaps, romantically involved?” It was Norman’s turn to ask the questions.

“And what if we are? Why’s it your fucking business?” William snapped.

“Because I’m starting to think this ghost story is a cover up so you can meet with your friend.” Norman emphasized the word friend with purpose and slowness. William glared daggers at both men. Norman sighed slightly. Maybe this was a mistake after all.

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They rode to the airport in silence for half the ride. Otto was the first one to speak. 

“That was…interesting…” He gave a dry chuckle.

“Most definitely,” Norman returned with a quiet laugh.

“I hope he takes our advice and divorces his wife; it’s not fair to either of them.” Otto’s eyes settled on the road, “I’m sure you can speak on that.”

“I just hope his wife is as understanding as Emily was…can’t imagine it’s easy learning your husband is a gay man. Especially one you have a child with,” Norman shifted in his seat.

“Mhm…well you are quite lucky to have Emily, she was quite accepting of the whole situation.” Otto nodded, still staring at the road. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes until Norman perked up.

“When is this flight anyways?” Despite Norman being the one to book the flight, his mind was flooded with too many things to focus on flight times and nonsense like that. One of those things was his friend. Norman had been watching Otto for a majority of the drive; he’d found his partner quite attractive for their entire friendship. That attraction had flared up immensely since Otto’s divorce, which had occurred mere months after his own. Focus, Osborn. Norman shook himself out of his affectionate daydreams. “What did you say?” 

Otto playfully rolled his eyes. “Do you ever pay attention, dear? We leave at 5:00 AM tomorrow morning.” Otto had noticed the smaller man had been staring at him for nearly the entire ride. Hopefully the darkness had obscured his extremely red face. Norman always looked so damn beautiful while studying something, even more when he was studying Otto. His grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly. Norman does not need you pining after him. He clearly needs a break from relationships right now.

“But it’s barely 11 pm!” Norman groaned and flopped back into his seat. “What the hell are we going to do for that long?”

“I figured…we could just go right to the airport. I mean, it would be senseless to stay in some cheap motel when we need to go to the airport at 2 or 3 AM anyways.” Otto replied, using the same matter-of-fact tone that had Norman near addicted to his words. 

“Then, would the great Doctor Otto Octavius like to join me for drinks at the airport’s bar?” Norman emphasized his friend’s name with an aire of grandiosity. That caused Otto to laugh lightly.

“If the amazing Doctor Norman Osborn is gracing me with his presence, how could I say no?” Otto turned his head towards Norman slightly, giving him a playful smile. Norman returned the smile, his heart practically melting with glee. 

“A date with Otto Octavius…how lovely,” Norman teased, yet his face still reddened as the words left his lips. He could see Otto’s skin flush as well. Shit.

“A date? In your dreams, Osborn,” Otto shot back quickly, still teasing but there was a hint of something else in there. Was it nerves? Or perhaps defensiveness? Goddamn it. Otto silently cursed himself. Maybe he truly wanted to consider this friendly outing as a date. Norman was facing away from him now. The car was once again struck with an awkward silence.

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Norman waited at the rental car booth for Otto to finish returning their rental car. He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, with his head down. He was still preoccupied with their last conversation in the car. He shouldn’t have called it a date, especially when he wasn’t sure if Otto was gay. Norman had been pretty outspoken about his sexuality recently, for obvious reasons. But he never asked Otto. It was a hard question to ask after all. Norman was shaken from his thoughts when he noticed Otto approaching him.

“God, that was a nightmare.” He ran his hands through his hair, clearly annoyed. “I could really use that drink,” He gave Norman a weak smile.

“Say no more!” Norman pushed himself off the wall with some newfound energy. They were once again walking side by side, making their way towards the bar Norman had noticed at the airport on their way into Dallas. The men were just making their way through TSA when Otto worked up the courage to speak again.

“About the date thing…” Otto blurted out abruptly. Norman stopped in his tracks for a moment before recollecting himself.

“Don’t worry about it, my friend!” Norman brushed it off.

“I didn’t mean to react so harshly, I just wanted to apologize for my bluntness.” Otto looked down at his hands as he fiddled with them.

“All water under the bridge, Otto,” Norman grabbed his friend’s shoulder warmly. “Seriously… don’t preoccupy yourself with it.” They had reached the bar by this point, and took a seat. They were, to Otto’s surprise, not the only ones there at 2 in the morning. The bartender greeted them with a smile, asking them for their drink orders. As they waited for their drinks, Norman pushed himself further onto the barstool. “How are things going with Rosie?” He asked, hoping not to strike a nerve.

“Better than expected. I’m glad she agrees we’re better off as friends.” He responded cheerfully.

“We truly hit the jackpot with spouses, didn’t we Octavius?” Norman chuckled.

“We did indeed, Norm.” Otto nodded, joining him in a laugh. The bartender brought their drinks at this point. Otto took a sip and smiled. The taste comforted him, warming him all the way down. After a few minutes of polite chit-chat, Norman decided to ask the question that had been burdening him for the past couple hours.

“Otto, dear, I have a question for you.” Otto looked at Norman quizzically while taking a sip from his drink. “So…” Norman trailed off. How does one go about asking the man they have affections for about their sexuality?

“What a question, Osborn.” Otto smirked at him over his whiskey glass. “One of your best if I say so myself.”

“Shut up, Octavius,” Norman shook his head at the man playfully. “What I’m actually trying to ask is…uh…” Otto looked slightly concerned now.

“What is it, honey?” Otto’s pet names caused butterflies to take flight in Norman’s stomach.

“So…I’m gay right?” What a way to start, Norman. Otto nodded hesitantly.

“Last time I checked, why?”

“I was…I was wondering what you are?” Norman spit it out, and couldn’t help but run a shaking hand through his auburn hair. Otto’s face spread into a grin, Norman could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and he didn’t think it was the alcohol.

“Bisexual, darling.” Otto’s response was short and sweet, yet it left Norman nearly swooning. 

Otto noticed Norman’s glee, and couldn’t help but wonder why his friend had asked. Curiosity, perhaps? Or maybe something more. Otto shook off the thought. Curiosity, definitely. 

“Interesting, when did you come to that conclusion?” Norman propped up his chin on his hands.

“A few years ago I suppose…I just never thought it was a necessary thing to bring up.” Norman shot up at this comment.

“Ah…yeah…right! I was simply curious is all.” Why is he being so defensive? Otto wondered. Norman was looking at something in the distance to his right, and Otto took this opportunity to admire Norman. He truly was a handsome man; Otto had thought that for years. 

“Muy hermoso…” Otto mumbled under his breath.

“What’s that, Otto?” Norman shifted his attention back to Otto. He was quite used to his counterpart’s tendency to slip into his native tongue on occasion. It happened mostly in cases of frustration. Traffic on the highway or forgetting his keys often left the man muttering and cursing in Spanish. However, he also had a habit of mumbling to himself in Spanish while deep in thought. Otto seemingly didn’t notice Norman’s question, causing the smaller man to snap in his face.

“Hm?” Otto blinked in surprise and readjusted his sitting position.

“How thoughtful of you to rejoin the living,” Norman smirked, “Sleeping beauty,” Otto swatted at him playfully.

“Sorry, lost in thought.” He readjusted his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, hands shaking ever so slightly, “We should probably go towards our gate right about now.” Norman checked his watch. The pair had been chatting for nearly two hours.

“I suppose you’re right, my friend.” Norman slid off the bar stool and beckoned the bartender over so he could pay the tab.

“I can get it, darling,” Otto reached into his pocket for his wallet.

“No need, Otto, the bar was my idea after all. I don’t make plans for dates unless I intend on paying,” Norman winked at the word ‘date’. Otto felt his face flush. It wasn’t a date, was it?

“Whatever you say, but I’m paying next time.” Otto shoved his hands into his pockets nervously.

“Let’s go,” Norman nodded while picking up his carry-on bag. Otto gripped a little harder on the handle of his. He despised flying; it was always so anxiety-inducing. Their gate wasn’t a far walk, maybe only five minutes or so. The pair settled into seats next to one another. 

“Hopefully the flight isn’t too crowded,” Otto’s nerves were giving away by his foot incessantly tapping while he spoke. The quiet tone didn’t do much to hide it anyways. Norman noticed. He knew Otto hated flying, and he always tried his best to comfort the man.

“It never gets any easier, does it?” He placed a hand atop Otto’s shaking one, his voice laced with concern. All Otto could do was shake his head in response. “Hey, I’ll be right by your side the whole time, okay Octavius?” He began to gently rub his hand along Otto’s thigh. This silent action had perhaps made Otto the reddest he had been all night. 

“Thank you, dear,” His entire body warmed from the simple touch given by his friend, more than the alcohol could’ve ever warmed him. Otto wanted this all the time, more than anything. But he knew it could never be. Norman couldn’t be into him, could he? He’s just tipsy. Otto shook his head gently. He wouldn’t do this sober.

“Feel any better?” Norman had stopped caressing the other man’s thigh by now. 

“A little bit, thank you Norman.” 

“You’re very warm, Otto. I like it.” Norman yawned through his last few words. “How close do you suppose we are to boarding?” Otto looked at the clock just a little to his left.

“Probably in the next five minutes I’d say.” He had no clue Norman had been rubbing his thigh for as long as he truly had.

“Good, I simply can’t wait to take a long nap on the plane.” Norman chuckled a little before smoothing his suit jacket and sitting back in his seat.

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The plane had taken flight maybe twenty minutes prior and Norman was already asleep. Correction: Norman was already asleep on Otto’s shoulder. The taller gentleman was too terrified to move; he would feel so guilty if Norman woke up barely 10 minutes into his nap because of him. But Otto would’ve been lying if he said Norman falling asleep on him wasn’t helping his anxiety. The steady breath of the man beside him kept him calm.

“Thank you, Norman,” he whispered to himself. Norman’s current state also allowed Otto to look at him for as long as he so desired. Every aspect of the being that is Osborn enchanted him. All of his individual parts coalesced into such a beautiful man, and then Otto realized. Mierda. He wanted to be with Norman Osborn. He desired nothing more than to be in a relationship with the man who laid on his shoulder: his friend, his business partner, the man he could never seem to take his mind off of. Goddammit.

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Norman was dreaming. He simply HAD to be. There was no chance he could truly be touching Otto Octavius the way he was currently. He was also WATCHING himself and Otto, in a form separate from his own body. Norman was rubbing Otto’s shoulders. They were making conversation, not too dissimilar from the conversations he made with Otto while awake. Still, something felt off. Norman couldn’t seem to figure out what until he heard.

“Thank you, my love.” Otto was quite fond of using pet names, especially on Norman, but this one he had never heard out of Otto. But, hell, did he like it. The comment left his ears as soon as it came, but he continued to replay it in his head. The only thing that could stop him from playing the words over and over again in his head like a broken disc was what he saw “himself” doing. He leaned over to plant a kiss firmly on Otto’s lips. 

Norman’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. Not only did Otto not push away, he returned the kiss. He watched as the other Norman and Otto kissed more and more passionately; Otto slowly began to pull up the other Norman’s shirt. “Norman” gave a devious smirk before doing the same to Otto’s sweater. No. Fucking. Way.

“Norman?” Otto’s voice permeated into the dream, and suddenly, Norman was back on the plane. He looked up and saw Otto’s deep brown eyes staring back at him. He had always told Otto he has beautiful eyes, but Norman was unsure if Otto actually believed him.

“Yeah, love?” Norman blushed yet again, he had been doing a lot of that recently, after realizing his thoughtless response.

“That’s a new one,” Otto chuckled.

“Sorry,” Norman’s voice rose a few pitches.

“No bother, we’re about halfway back to New York.” Had he been asleep for that long?

“Ah…thank you, Otto. Have you been doing alright?” Norman had then noticed he was still resting on Otto’s shoulder. He slowly lifted his head, and Otto looked almost hurt by the action.

“You can stay there if you’d like, it was honestly quite comforting if I might admit.” Otto couldn’t make eye contact with Norman. He simply nodded and placed his head back on Otto’s shoulder. 

“So, do we have another case anytime soon?” Norman asked. “The last one was a bit of a let-down if I say so myself. Interesting, but still a little disappointing.”

“What? You didn’t get into the ghost-hunting business to learn about secret gay love affairs? For shame!” Otto responded playfully, “But yes, we do have another job quite soon. We’ll have a few days of rest in between but then, we’re headed to Massachusetts.”

“Massachusetts, eh? What’s going on up there?” Norman replied, intrigued.

“Apparently, a haunted apartment building, the building manager says it’s been haunted since a murder-suicide about seven years back. Says a woman killed her husband after she learned he cheated on her multiple times.” Otto explained, pulling out his notebook to ensure he had his facts correct. 

“Yikes…”

“My thoughts exactly. But I was thinking we could see if the Parker kid wanted to come along this time. I already talked to his aunt. Massachusetts isn’t nearly as far as Texas, after all,” Otto looked down at Norman this time.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea, Octavius,” Norman smiled up at his friend, still blinking away sleep from his eyes. “I really like Peter, they’re a nice kid. He’s always been so nice to Harry,” 

“Do you ever miss Harry while you’re away?” Otto inquired. Otto himself never had kids, but he did miss Rosie when she was gone. Hell, he misses her now. They may not be IN love anymore, but he still loved Rosie a lot. 

“Yeah…but I do try to call him as much as I can. He’s a good kid, so I don’t worry about him too much.” Norman’s face gave away his true feelings. He worried about Harry a lot. 

“He is quite wonderful, I’m glad he and Peter are such good friends.” Norman simply nodded in agreement. It was clear he was falling back asleep. “You can go back to sleep, darling. I can wake you up when we’re closer.” Otto rubbed Norman’s arm, nice and quick, as he drifted off to sleep. I suppose I should be getting some sleep as well. Otto sighed before joining Norman in the land of dreams.

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Norman unlocked the penthouse door and gently pushed it open. “Harry!” He announced loudly, stepping through the threshold, “We’re home!” He pushed it open further, which allowed Otto to enter as well. The two began living together after Norman’s divorce, being that they spent so much time together anyways, and New York rent is so damn expensive.

“Morning dad,” Harry rose from the couch, leaning over the back of the couch. “Hey Otto,” he gave a small wave to Otto. “Get anything good?”

“Just uncovered a man’s hidden gay love affair,” Otto rested his arms on the counter.

“Wait, seriously?” Harry muffled a chuckle. Otto nodded, “Well, hopefully you get something next time.” Norman always appreciated Harry’s support for the company. He knew Otto did as well.

“Speaking of next time, I need to call Parker,” Otto shifted to pull his phone out of his pocket. 

“No need, he’s here.” Harry gave an awkward smile.

“Oh, really?” Norman looked around for the young photographer. 

“Yeah, Aunt May’s out of town and,” Harry paused, fiddling with his hands, “You know how anxious they get when home alone so I suggested he come here instead.”

“That was sweet of you to invite your boyfriend…partner?” Norman paused for correction.

“Boyfriend.” Harry was clearly flustered.

“Okay, anyways, very sweet of you to invite your boyfriend over to make sure they felt safe,” Norman clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder. 

“Oh…hey…” Peter looked at Norman and Otto as he exited Harry’s room. He’d clearly just woken up. “How was Texas?” They crossed the room to sit next to Harry on the couch, draping over the back of the couch like Harry was.

“We uncovered a man’s gay love affair on accident, no ghosts though,” Otto answered Peter.

“…interesting?” Peter laughed a little, leaning up against Harry. 

“Speaking of the business,” Otto stood next to Norman, “we were wondering if you would like to accompany us to Massachusetts for our next job? We’ve been needing a photographer.” Peter perked up.

“Sure! I’ll just have to talk to Aunt May-“

“Already done,” Norman grinned, resting his arm on Otto’s shoulder.

“Then, I would love to!” Peter beamed, leaning further into Harry’s shoulder. Norman noticed as Harry wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist. He couldn’t help but smile. 

“Well, I’m not sure about you kids, but these old men are pretty tired out from the plane ride, so I’m going to unpack and sleep.” Otto squeezed Norman’s shoulder gently, and Norman sheepishly grinned. “I’ll speak with you later, darling.” Harry and Peter traded a knowing look.

“So, did something happen between you two during the trip?” Harry asked, taking in his father’s reddened face. 

“No! No…I don’t know what you mean by that, son!” Norman crossed his arms over his chest.

“Sounds like a yes,” Peter elbowed their boyfriend playfully. 

“Nothing happened, Otto’s always been into those pet names, you know,” Norman shakily laughed. “Anyways, I’m pretty tired so I’m going to bed as well.” Norman dragged his luggage away, running a hand through his hair. God how he wished something happened.

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Otto was sitting on the edge of his bed, reflecting on the events of the past few days. He wanted Norman. Badly. But the courage to say anything simply…wasn’t there.

“Come on, Octavius, recomponerte.” He took a few deep breaths before retrieving his notebook to look over the next case once again. “Shit, did Norman book the tickets yet?” He rose and went down the hall to Norman’s room, knocking lightly. 

“Otto?” Norman asked after the knocks.

“May I come in?”

“Of course, come on in.” Otto pushed open the door and saw Norman sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“I was just curious if you happened to book the stuff for Massachusetts on the way home?” Otto seemed nervous.

“Loosen up, Octavius, it’s just me.” Norman laughed, but answered his question. “No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just make sure you do that.” Otto gave a small smile.

“Can I give you a shoulder massage?” Norman blurted out. Oh god, why did I say that? That was a dream, dammit.

“I-uh-uh-sure…” Otto nodded and entered the room. He took a seat in front of Norman, and the smaller man immediately went to work on the other man’s shoulders.

“You’re so tense, Otto, I think you need some more time to relax.” Otto thought before giving a small nod.

“Perhaps you’re right, dear.”

“I often am,” Norman leaned over one of Otto’s broad shoulders to give him one of his trademarked playful smiles. Otto couldn’t help but return the smile. He’s so damn cute… “All the plane rides probably aren’t helping,” Norman sighed a little. He hated seeing Otto so nervous all the time.

“Probably not…should we try taking a train to Massachusetts this time?” He stopped rubbing his shoulders and instead draped his arms around his neck.

“That’s a brilliant idea!” Norman grinned widely. Am I touching him too much? He slowly removed his arms and got up. He glanced at Otto. The man looked…disappointed…hurt almost? “Well, I’ll book the train tickets. When’s the job?”

“We have to be there in five days.”

“So tickets for 4 days from now?”

“That’ll work,” Otto pulled his notebook into his lap and looked at, refusing to lift his gaze.

“Okay, get some rest, honey,” Norman said as he left, pulling the door shut. Otto winced at the pet name. Goddammit Norman, why do you have to do that to me? “Fucking tease…” Otto grumbled.

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“I’m going to get something to eat. Do you two want anything?” Otto asked, getting up from his seat.

“Just a sandwich will be fine, thank you Otto,” Norman gave a short nod. Their relationship had been tense since they returned from Texas.

“A sandwich for me too, please,” Peter smiled at the doctor, who thankfully returned his smile. Once Otto had left, Peter turned to Norman. They were sitting in between Norman and Otto, since the pair silently refused to sit next to one another. Peter thought this whole situation was much too childish to be played out by two adult men in their 40s. 

“What’s going on between you and Otto?” Peter asked, leaning in his seat to look Norman in the eyes.

“I don’t know,” Norman sighed, shaking his head. “He’s upset with me for something but refuses to tell me what. I don’t know what would be so bad that he refuses to tell me.” He inhaled gently and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Peter gave the man a sympathetic look.

“A little, but he just waves me off.” Norman was close to tears.

“Hey,” Peter put a hand on Norman’s shoulder. “Just give him some time.” Otto returned and handed Norman the sandwich wordlessly. Norman nodded with a small “thank you” as Otto sat and passed the other sandwich to Peter. 

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“This is a nice hotel room,” Peter looked around the room, clearly impressed.

“The job pays better than you’d think,” Norman chuckled, noticing Otto cracking a small smile.

“Well, we should get to the job site. We’re running a little behind schedule today.” Otto adjusted his glasses and exhaled. He was clearly stressed. 

“Then, let’s get a move on!” Norman tried his best to keep a positive energy. I really hope he breaks out of whatever funk he’s in. 

Otto got into the driver's seat, and Norman took the passenger seat after putting the equipment in the back seat with Peter. “Ready, Peter?” Otto looked at the younger person in the backseat through the mirror. They nodded.

“I’m excited! I wonder if I can get any good pictures.” He was drumming on his thigh, trying to contain their excitement.

“I certainly hope so,” Norman turned to face Peter. Otto shot Norman a glance, and a hint of a smile graced his face. Hopefully I can talk to him tonight…I hate this dynamic…

“We’ve never really had the chance to take pictures, so I’m anticipating the pictures helping us out a lot.” Otto’s eyes were glued to the road, but Norman sensed a feeling of gentleness in his tone. Maybe he’ll be alright…

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“We’ve arrived.” Otto put the car into park, and the trio disembarked from the car. Norman opened the door to the back and began unloading the equipment. He handed two of the cases to Otto. He simply nodded, not speaking. Norman shook his head annoyedly.

“Ah, you’re here!” A woman entered the parking garage. “I’m Cheryl, the building manager. Well, co-manager. My husband also manages.” She shook the hands of the three. “You must be,” she looked Otto up and down, “Doctor Octavius.”

“Indeed, this is my partner Doctor Osborn,” Norman shook her hand.

“A pleasure,” 

“And this is our young photographer, Peter Parker,” Otto gestured towards Peter.

“Hello!” They shook the woman’s hand vigorously.

“Well I’m sorry to say but you’ll only have about an hour in the apartment today. We’re having some emergency plumbing work done and someone needs to use that room to fix our issue.” Cheryl looked down.

“Not a problem! We’ll just look around the apartment today.” Norman answered, brightly. Otto was clearly bothered, but shook it off.

“We can take notes.” Otto nodded, “Lead us up.” Cheryl took the lead and led them to a small apartment on the third floor.

“Well, I’ll leave you all be. I’ll be in the office if you need me, and you have my number as well.” Cheryl shut the door.

“Shall we get to work?” Norman clapped.

“Whatever,” Otto groaned. Norman’s face fell slightly. The three worked in silence for most of the hour, sprinkled with Norman’s attempts at conversation with Otto. 

“This place is much better than the Texas house, huh?” Otto groaned at Norman’s comment. Norman paced into the kitchen. A tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. I should talk to him.

Soon, the hour was up and they had to leave. Norman waved to Cheryl on the way out.

“We’ll be back at 10 am tomorrow!” Cheryl gave Norman a thumbs up as she was on the phone. They were quickly back at the car. Yet another silent car ride followed. By the time they returned to the hotel, Norman was tired of Otto’s snide remarks. “Peter.” Anger creeped into his voice.

“Yes, Dr. Osborn?” Peter’s voice shook ever so slightly. He was clearly nervous. 

“Stay in the lobby.” Norman ordered.

“Okay,” They nodded and slipped out of the back seat. Norman stormed off towards their room, Otto following hesitantly.

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The instant the door shut, Norman turned on Otto. “What is your fucking problem?” He tried to keep his voice at a low volume.

“What’s my problem? No. What’s YOUR problem, Norm? You keep giving me the strangest mixed signals. One day you adore me, the next day you keep your distance and act like being around me is a crime.” Otto replied, also trying to keep his voice down.

“Then you should talk to me! Not just give me the goddamn cold shoulder!”

“Trust me, it’s better for both of us that way.”

“What do you MEAN, Otto? How is this bullshit better?” Norman slammed his hand on the counter.

“Because…Dios mío…because I like you Norman…” Otto spit it out, and couldn’t look Norman in the eyes.

“And why is that an issue?” Norman was stunned by his admission. 

“Because, I know you don’t return my feelings, and I don’t know how to function around you anymore. My feelings…they just overwhelm me, and I don’t know what to do about it.” Otto sniffled a little. Norman crossed the room, his expression softening. 

“I think I might have a solution,” He was wrapping his arms around Otto’s neck. Otto quirked an eyebrow.

“What do you m-“ The taller man was cut off by Norman gently pressing his lips to Otto’s. Otto settled his hands on Norman’s waist after frantically waving them for a second or two, unsure where to put them. He began kissing back, blushing at the encounter. After some time, Norman broke the kiss.

“Otto…for a doctor…sometimes you’re so fucking oblivious,” Norman smiled, pressing his forehead against the other man’s. 

“Does that mean you-“ 

“Yes. Of course I do Otto,” He lifted one of Otto’s hands off of his waist and kissed the top of it. “Are we okay then?”

“Mmm, I’m not so sure yet…” Otto teased.

“Goddamn flirt,” Norman laughed and leaned in for another kiss. They were so preoccupied that they didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey, I was just checking to make su-“ Peter stopped in his tracks. “And I’ll be going now.”

“You can stay, Peter.” Otto chuckled, “I think we’re done.”

“For the moment,” Norman winked at Otto.

“So I’m assuming you guys are okay now?” Peter stepped cautiously into the room.

“Mhm,” Otto nodded, beaming.

“Good, I’m glad.” Peter gave a smile, before laying on his pullout couch. 

“Should we go pick up some food?” Norman asked, arms still around Otto’s neck.

“Sure, Peter, what would you like?” Otto called out to the younger person on the couch.

“Pizza?” They sat up and looked at the other two.

“Sounds good to me,” Otto looked down at Norman, who quietly nodded. “Okay, we’ll be back. Don’t open the door for anyone.” 

“Whatever you say, Doc,” Peter turned on the TV while laying back down.

~~~~~

“This is very good pizza,” Norman said, his mouth full of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Otto responded, his mouth also full of pizza.

“Hypocrite,” Norman shot back playfully after swallowing.

“Guilty as charged, darling,” Octavius shrugged.

“Ok ok, cut the flirting,” Peter shook their head.

“So Peter…how long have you been dating my son?” Norman leaned over the table to ask.

“On second thought, the flirting was fine,” Peter let out a chuckle, “…2 months,” he answered after a few beats of silence.

“Oh alright, I know you’ll treat him right. You’re a good kid, Peter.” Norman smiled.

“Thank you, Norman,” Peter couldn’t help but smile. Soon enough, they finished the pizza and settled down to go to sleep. Peter had passed out mere minutes after laying down.

“Guess they were pretty tired,” Otto looked down at the sleeping figure. “I’m going to shower.”’

“Okay,” Norman nodded, only looking up from his phone when Otto lifted his chin up and gave him a peck on the lips before beginning to turn. “Not so fast…” Norman pulled Otto back down for a longer kiss. Otto stroked Norman’s cheek before breaking the kiss.

“Better?” Norman responded to Otto with a sly grin. He’s so beautiful…

~~~~

Norman almost didn’t notice when Otto exited the bathroom, but the sudden burst of light emerging from the now open bathroom caught his attention. He looked up and saw Otto, holding a towel around his waist. The light from the bathroom framed his wet, dripping curls, like a halo. Wow… His eyes traveled up and down, checking his friend out. 

“Norm!” Otto’s interjection shook Norman out of his trance. “You’re sitting on my clothes,” Norman’s eyes widened as he realized Otto had been calling his name without him noticing.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Norman moved over and handed Otto his pajamas.

“No worries,” Otto smiled at him. Goddamn. Otto returned a few minutes later. Norman had changed while Otto was in the shower. He sat next to Norman on the bed. “Hey Norman,”

“What is it, Otto?” Norman faced him; Otto’s tone was vaguely concerned.

“What are we?” Otto asked.

“We don’t have to figure that out quite yet,” Norman adjusted so he was sitting cross-legged right in front of Otto. He grabbed the other doctor’s hands and squeezed them.

“But, what if I want to figure it out now?” Otto asked, nervousness coating his tone.

“Then…” Norman pulled himself into Otto’s lap, once again wrapping his arms around Otto’s neck. Their faces were barely four inches apart. “Doctor Otto Octavius, will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?” In response, Otto lunged forward to kiss him so forcefully that he knocked Norman backwards and was now on top of him. Norman adjusted by wrapping his legs around Otto’s torso. They kissed roughly, tongues fighting a battle inside their joined mouths. They broke, breathless, and Norman dragged a finger along Otto’s collarbone and down his chest. “I suppose that’s a yes?” Norman asked as Otto sat back up, taking Norman with him.

“Yes,” Otto was practically glowing. Norman unlatched himself from his boyfriend and once again sat in his lap.

“Well, you tired me out, handsome, so I'm going to get some rest.” Norman flirted, but slid off Otto’s lap. “Unless, you’d like to share the bed?” 

“Uh…I’m not so sure about sharing a bed yet…” Otto looked a little nervous, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, dear, we can go at whatever pace you choose.” He held Otto’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead. “Goodnight Otto.”

“Goodnight Norman.”

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1:35 am … Carajo… Otto couldn’t sleep, for his insomnia had returned with a vengeance. It wasn’t consistent, some nights he slept perfectly fine, but others he simply could not sleep. Tonight was one of those nights. He looked over into the other bed, at Norman sleeping peacefully. God, why didn’t I sleep in the bed with Norman? Otto knew that he should take things slow, it was the best idea after all, but he so sorely wanted to be by Norman at all times. He supposed those feelings had always been there. He remembered how badly he wanted Norman in college, but then he met Rosie and those feelings buried themselves deep in Otto’s subconscious. But they were back now, and Norman felt the same. Hell, you only live once right? 

“Otto, darling?” Norman yawned and propped himself up on his elbow, “Are you alright?”

“I-uh-uhm, can I sleep with you,” Otto asked, keeping his voice at a whisper.

“Of course, if you’d like. Don’t feel forced because of what I said,” Norman replied, smiling a little.

“I can’t sleep,” Otto groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart…” Norman knew of Otto’s insomnia issues, and tried his best to help. Otto rose from the bed, and walked to the opposite side of Norman’s bed. He crawled under the covers, barely situating himself before Norman curled into his side. Otto instinctively wrapped an arm around Norman, holding him close. Norman placed a hand on Otto’s stomach, gently rubbing circles into it. “I hope you can get some sleep, dear.” 

“Thank you, honey,” Otto closed his eyes, a look of pure serenity spread across his face. A few minutes passed before Norman spoke again.

“Hey, Otto?” 

“Hm?” Otto opened his eyes to look down at the smaller man at his side.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” Norman stroked Otto’s cheek, smiling as he did.

“Once or twice, but I definitely wouldn’t mind hearing again.” Otto’s eyes closed again as Norman continued to stroke his cheek.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen…I can’t keep my eyes off you sometimes,” Norman leaned in to kiss where Otto’s neck met his shoulder. 

“Norman…I adore you…” He hummed quietly. “Goodnight, pretty boy…” That caused Norman to pause.

“T-that’s a n-new one…” Norman stuttered out. Holyyy shitttt.

“Like it?”

“I love it…goodnight, my darling.”

~~~~

The alarm shook the men awake. It was 8:00 am, and Peter was already up, though clearly it hadn’t been for long. Their hair was still tousled from sleep, and he was rubbing his eyes.

“You know…if I had known you two would end up like that, I would’ve taken the other bed.” Peter got up and stretched.

“Sorry, Pete,” Norman yawned. 

“Can I have the bed tonight at least?” They asked. Norman looked up towards his boyfriend for approval. Otto simply pulled him closer, squeezing gently at his waist.

“Sure, I can’t imagine the pullout was very comfortable.” Otto smiled, looking back down towards Norman after answering, who was practically beaming. “Should we get breakfast?“ Otto asked.

“That sounds good,” Peter grinned, while gathering clothes and heading towards the bathroom. “I’m going to shower.” The two men gave short nods. Once the door shut, Otto laid back down.

“I guess I have some time before I need to get ready,” He yawned a little, laughing when Norman laid on top of him. He pushed his hand through Norman’s hair, planting a kiss on the top of his head. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Otto spoke again. “You know, I don’t think college me could’ve comprehended the idea that one day, Norman Osborn would be laying on me.” 

“I think college me always knew I’d top you one day.” Norman stroked Otto’s collarbone.

“You’re nasty,” Otto rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance.

“You love it,” Norman practically smacked his lips against Otto’s, roughly pulling him closer. He could feel Otto’s breath quicken. After a few long seconds, Otto broke the kiss.

“Dear, Peter’s going to be out of the bathroom soon, and I believe we’ve embarrassed the poor kid enough.” Otto couldn’t help but chuckle at his own words. 

“I suppose you’re right,” Norman pouted slightly. Barely a second later, the door opened and Peter walked out. 

“Your turn Norman,” Otto pushed Norman off him, playfully.

“Someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” Norman teased back before grabbing the clothes he’d left on the dresser and entering the bathroom. 

“You guys move quickly, don’t you?” Peter joked, but there was a hint of genuinity in his tone. Like he was actually asking.

“I suppose so,” Otto sighed a loving sigh, “I don’t mind much. Well, I have known him since I was a little older than you.” 

“Really?” Peter sat down next to Otto on the end of the bed.

“Mhm, we met in college.” Otto had a look of pure joy on his face, “We were roommates. I’d always…you know…”

“Had a crush on him?” Peter asked, intrigued.

“God, crush sounds so juvenile…” He thought a little, “I suppose so. Anyways…how did you and Harry happen?”

“Oh, nothing special, he just asked me while we were sitting on the roof of the penthouse,” Peter paused, “Don’t…tell Norman we do that…” 

“My lips are sealed,” Otto clapped Peter on the shoulder. “Well, I need to get changed so if you don’t mind…”

“Ah, right,” Peter faced away as Otto quickly threw on a turtleneck and slacks. He slid his trench coat over the top.

“Okay, you’re good to look. I’m changed.” 

“Believe me, I’m looking,” Norman leaned against the doorframe. Otto jumped, “Relax, hon, I’ve only been here for a few seconds.”

“Ah, okay,” Otto nodded. “Breakfast?”

“Let’s go!” Peter was practically at the door already.

“We need to get the equipment, Peter, since we probably won’t be back before ten.” Norman chuckled.

“Oh…” He glanced at the equipment still sitting neatly in the corner, “Right…”

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“I can’t believe that waitress thought you were my kid, Peter!” Norman slammed a hand on the glove box. Peter gulped, scared to answer.

“Careful, honey…” Otto reached to put a hand on his boyfriend’s.

“I don’t look that old, do I?” Norman crossed his arms over his chest.

“Norman…you have a child Peter’s age…you could realistically be their father.” Otto sighed, exasperated. 

“Yeah, but I look young for my age!” Norman protested.

“Eh…” Otto cracked a small smile.

“Say that again, Octavius?”

“I said ‘eh.” He answered. Norman shook his head, “What? It’s not like aging is a bad thing,” He gave a small shrug. 

“I guess that’s true. I mean it did wonders for you,” Norman put a hand on Otto’s thigh and rubbed it. He blushed, looking down into his lap.

“Oh, get a room, you two!” Peter called out from the backseat. Norman hesitantly took his hand off Otto’s thigh.

“Well, we’re here!” Otto put the car in park, “Early in fact!” The car’s clock, blinking a brilliant green, read ‘9:45’. 

“I wonder if Cheryl will let us in earlier?” Peter had unbuckled himself and was leaning on the two front seats.

“She might. We shouldn’t grab the equipment, yet.” Norman leaned back into the seat.

“I can go see if she’s in the office,” Otto suggested.

“Do you remember where it is, since you were all sulky and brooding last night?” Norman leaned in to poke at Otto’s chest. Otto, in turn, leaned in to kiss him gently. Peter shot back, not wanting to be in their personal space.

“Yes, I believe I can find it,” Otto grinned before getting out of the car. Norman watched him walk through the parking lot, sighing as he did.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Peter asked, supporting himself on the front seats again.

“Mhm…” Norman giggled a little, like a lovesick teenager.

“I’m so glad you guys made up; that whole issue was getting a little aggravating.” Peter chuckled.

~~~~

“Morning, Dr. Octavius!” Cheryl gave the tall gentleman a friendly smile as she opened her office door. “Feeling better today?”

“Ah…what do you mean?” Otto’s look portrayed his confusion aptly.

“Oh, you just seemed a little down in the dumps yesterday,” Cheryl commented while organizing some files on her desk.

“Right…yeah I am feeling better,” Otto gave her a smile, a genuine one at that.

“Good, I’m glad. Well, I can let you folks into the room now. You’ll just have to give me a few minutes, sorry,” 

“Ah, no bother. I still need to retrieve the equipment from the car.” Otto nodded before turning to return to the car. “We should be good to start now.” Otto announced once he returned to the car. Peter and Norman exited the car, Peter with his camera slung around his neck. They grabbed the few briefcases from the trunk before shutting it.

“Are we ready?” Norman asked, tightening his grip on the briefcase. Otto nodded, locking the car. “Then, let’s go!” He’s cute when he’s excited. Otto was walking next to him, when he stopped.

“Hold on,” he switched his briefcase into his other hand. He kept pace with Norman, slowly slipping his hand into his lover’s. Norman squeezed it, and began swinging their interlocked hands. Otto couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so childish, sometimes,”

“What? You’re telling me I can’t swing mine and my lovely boyfriend’s hands AND still be a mature, macho, man,”

“You are the furthest thing from macho, dear.” Otto shook his head. Norman kissed Otto’s hand.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Norman kissed his hand again before dropping their still clutching hands back between the two men.

“I tend to be,” Otto gave a prideful grin.

“The humble Otto Octavius, what a man,” Norman stopped. “Where’s Peter?”

“Up here,” They called from the parking garage exit. “You guys were taking too long.” 

“Ah..I see.” Their hands separated and paces quickened. Soon, they had returned to the office and Cheryl was waving them in. 

“Good morning! I’ll bring you guys up.” Cheryl grabbed a set of keys off the keyhook, jingling in her hands.

“Thank you, Cheryl,” Norman nodded, walking behind Otto. Peter followed the two older men.

“Has anything else happened overnight?” Otto asked, matching his steps with Cheryl’s.

“Just slamming doors and footsteps, the usual.” Cheryl gave a small shrug.

“Interesting… okay thank you,” Otto smiled. They arrived at the apartment, and Cheryl’s keys clicked together once again as she unlocked the door.

“Have at it, I’ll give you guys a key so you can come in and out throughout the day. I’ll get it back from you tonight, around midnight work?” Cheryl asked.

“Sounds perfect, thank you Cheryl.” Norman shook her hand. Peter was the one who pulled open the door. They took a few cautionary steps inside. Otto followed, and Norman pulled the door shut.

“Okay, let's start setting up some of the equipment.” Otto opened the briefcase to retrieve his handy EMF machine. It beeped back at him, signaling it was operational. Peter was in the corner setting a video camera up in the corner.

“Seriously, Otto?” Norman glanced over at the video camera before resting his head on Otto’s shoulder, “What is this? Paranormal Activity?” 

“You may be laughing now, but when I’m standing over you at 2 am this morning, it won’t be so funny.” Otto kissed his temple. “Now, go set up the spirit box, honey,” He playfully pushed him off. “Hey Peter, is the thermal camera working too?”

“Seems like it, I can see you and Norman through it.” Peter gave a thumbs up.

“Good, good,” Otto nodded, reaching into the last briefcase. “Dammit!” He cursed, rubbing his hand on his face.

“What is it, dear?” Norman crossed the room to see what had caused his boyfriend to exclaim.

“I forgot the,” he sighed, “the fucking audio recorder.”

“Oh, well I can go back to the room and get it?” Norman placed a calming hand on Otto’s shoulder.

“No, I’ll get it,” Otto waved him off.

“Can I come along? I left something for my camera in the room,” Peter looked nervous, fidgeting slightly. Otto looked uncertain.

“Let him come with you, sweetie, I’ll be fine by myself.” Norman tried to assure Otto with a smile. He still looked unsure, “If it makes you feel any better, I can sit with Cheryl in her office until you get back.” 

“I’d prefer that, sorry honey.” Otto scratched the back of his head. Norman grabbed his hands and kissed them. 

“Not an issue. I need to finish something with the spirit box, but I’ll go down right after. I promise.” 

“Okay, thank you, love.” Otto kissed Norman quickly and hurried out with Peter. Norman couldn’t help but smile. God, that man is truly amazing. He fixed the spirit box and got it working, before leaving for Cheryl’s office as promised. Retrieving the key from the counter, he locked the door behind him and left.

“Oh, Mr. Osborn!” Cheryl exclaimed as Norman knocked on her office door. “How’s everything going?”

“It’s going well, besides Otto forgetting something. He left for the hotel room with Peter, but he should be back soon. He-uh-asked me to stay with you until he got back.” Norman explained.

“Ah, no problem! Come on in.” Cheryl opened the door for him. He entered and sat down on the couch he had noticed the day prior. He didn’t realize how tired he was until he sat down. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Norman fighting sleep the entire time. “So…” Cheryl broke the long-held silence. “Is Peter your kid, or Otto’s kid, or?” Cheryl asked, propping her chin on her hand.

“Oh, no, they’re a friend of my son,” Norman danced around the truth, unsure if Peter would be comfortable with him telling Cheryl.

“Ah, interesting…” She nodded. The room fell silent again, and Norman could no longer avoid the sweet embrace of sleep. His eyes shut, and fell into a surprisingly deep slumber.

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Blood. That’s all Norman saw when he opened his eyes. He was back in the apartment, asleep on the rough carpet floor. Blood stained the deep beige carpet, and Norman could smell the metallic tang characteristic of the red substance. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. He couldn’t help but scream. The entire apartment was coated in splattered guts and what seemed to be nearly ten gallons of blood. The EMF and spirit box was shattered into pieces around him.

“What happened?” He shakily stood up. His eyes caught sight of something on the ground. It was a camera - Peter’s camera - also smashed to bits on the ground. Chunks of flesh lay amongst the pieces. “Holy shit…” He felt bile rising up his throat and began backing up. A sickening crunch met him, along with a disconcerting squish. He yelped in pain, feeling something sharp enter his heel. He looked at his foot, noticing glass sticking out of it. He pulled out a good sized piece before looking at what he stepped on. His breath caught in his throat. Laying on the floor was the frame of a pair of glasses.

“No…NO…” He dropped to his knees, tears spilling. “Otto…” He once again noticed something just beyond the glasses. Something red, emanating a disgusting stench, with a note sticking to the blood of the lump of meat. He reached for the note, and screeched as he frantically backed up.

All yours, Norman.

“NORMAN” Norman’s eyes shot open. Otto was kneeling over him. He could see Peter and Cheryl standing over him. He sat up a little. He was on the apartment floor still, but it was clean. There was no blood, no guts, and Otto’s heart was thankfully still in his body. 

“Otto,” Norman lurched forward and wrapped his arms around the larger man’s shoulders. Otto hugged him back, holding him tight. 

“I’m here, Norman, I’m here.” Otto mumbled into Norman’s hair, rubbing his back. Norman hadn’t realized he was crying until he saw wet spots appearing on the carpet beneath him. They sat there for some time until Norman stopped crying and pulled back, now sitting on his knees. “What happened?” Otto asked, also sitting on his knees.

“I…I’m not sure…I fixed the spirit box, then I left the room to go to Cheryl’s office. I fell asleep while I was there and woke up here.” Norman explained.

“Norman…you never came to my office. Otto and Peter got back, and Otto was asking me where you were when we heard screaming. Good thing I had the master key with me, because you locked the door.” Cheryl had her arms crossed, a concerned look marred her face.

“No…I remember going downstairs…” Norman was shaking. Otto placed his hands on Norman’s shoulders to steady him.

“Trust me, dear, you weren’t down there.” Otto’s eyes were watering. “Why were you screaming?”

“I…I had a dream…or something like a dream…” Norman stuttered out.

“What was the dream?” Peter spoke for the first time since the group had reached the apartment.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Norman’s eyes shot down to the carpet.

“That’s okay, honey,” Otto rubbed the side of his arm, “We should take you back to the hotel.” Otto began to stand, reaching a hand out for Norman.

“No, I can stay,” Norman accepted Otto’s hand and stood up, shaking a little.

“No, I think you’d be better off in the hotel room right now. It won’t do you any good to stay here.” Otto cupped Norman’s face.

“Otto, I’m alright now, I want to stay.” Norman looked at Otto, his face still splotchy from tears. Otto nervousness was visible purely from his facial expression, not to mention his sweaty palms.

“I’m not so sure-”

“Octavius. Listen to me. I’m my own man, I know what’s best for me. I’m staying whether you like it or not.” Norman took on a stern tone, and Otto couldn’t help but nod.

“If you really think you’re alright, then we’ll stay.” Otto gave Norman a half-smile, still noticeably worried. Norman turned his head and kissed Otto’s palm.

“I’m alright, sweetheart. I promise.” He pulled Otto into a brief, but comforting kiss. Otto smiled as they broke.

“I believe you, dear.” 

“Well, if this is all sorted out, I’ll be going.” Cheryl’s tone denoted her clear discomfort.

“Thank you Cheryl,” Otto gave the woman a warm smile. She smiled back and left the apartment.

“Well, we should check the cameras.” Norman suggested, moving towards the tripod in the corner. “You started it, right Peter?”

“I did, it was running the whole time we were gone.” He confirmed.

“Okay, how do I check footage?” Norman gave the camera a confused look.

“Ah, we’ll have to end this recording, but we can do that.” Peter pressed the stop button, and pulled the camera into their lap. He scrolled until he saw himself and Otto leaving the room on the camera. “This seems like the right spot.” They hit play.

4:05 pm

Peter and Otto left the apartment.

4:08 pm

Norman locks the door.

4:16 pm

Norman lays down on the floor.

4:23 pm

A shadowy figure appears over Norman.

4:27 pm

Norman begins screaming.

4: 29 pm

Otto, Peter, and Cheryl enter the apartment.

“Dios mío,” Otto let out, breathlessly.

“Our first piece of evidence,” Norman smirked.

“This is insane!” Peter exclaimed.

“Well, clearly there’s something happening here. What’s our next plan of action, Otto?” Norman turned to face his partner, who was still staring dumbfounded at the camera screen.

“Huh?” Norman’s comment registered and he turned to face Norman.

“What do we do next?” Norman asked.

“I guess, wait until dark…” Otto trailed off, “It should be sunset soon.” He added a few seconds later. Norman planted another brief kiss on Otto’s lips.

“Sounds like a plan.” 

~~~~

The room was near completely dark, save for a couple lamps. Otto was fiddling with the EMF. He was having a hard time even looking at Norman without guilt completely enveloping him. 

“What’s wrong Otto?” Norman sat beside him. Otto avoided his gaze. “Otto, look at me please.” Otto, hesitantly, faced his boyfriend. Norman wrapped his arms around Otto’s neck. “Is it about what happened earlier?” Otto could only nod before tears began to spill.

“I’m sorry for leaving you.” Otto cried, looking away from Norman once again.

“Hey, hey, look back at me, okay?” Norman used one hand to gently guide Otto’s face back. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m fine now, just a little shaken up. And you had no idea that would happen. No one did.” Norman began wiping at Otto’s tears, rubbing his cheek comfortingly. Otto stopped crying, and looked at Norman with blurry eyes. He’s too good to me. Otto thought, before leaning in for a long, deep kiss. They could both taste the remains of Otto’s salty tears as they slid down his cheeks. Norman was the one to break the kiss. “As much as I’d love to do far more of that, we have a job to do.” Norman let go of Otto and grabbed the spirit box.

“Are we starting?” Peter asked, sitting up from their spot on the couch.

“Yep! I’m going to turn on the spirit box and if we hear ANYTHING, take a picture.” Norman kept his instructions short and sweet. I love when he takes charge like this . Otto admired his boyfriend as he marched around the apartment that had been his own personal hell mere hours earlier with the confidence of a highly experienced salesman. 

“Aye aye, captain,” Peter jokingly gave him a small salute. Norman chuckled and turned the spirit box on. 

“Would the former resident like to say something to us?” Norman asked and the box responded with pure static until a small “get out,” escaped it. Otto shot Norman a nervous look. “We won’t be doing that, can you please tell me who I am speaking to?” 

“Al-ex” The voice croaked from the box. Otto began frantically flipping through his notebook, and gave Norman an assured nod once he found his notes.”

“Alex, why did you kill your husband?”

“Ch-e-at,” the voice was scratchy, but remained consistent. 

“He cheated, okay. Why do you haunt this apartment? Is something stopping you from moving on?” Norman was sitting on the armrest of the couch.

“Let-ters”

“Letters? Are they letters you want gone?”

“Ye-s. Ve-nt.”

“Okay, check all the vents.” Norman looked over at Otto and Peter, who moved into action. Otto had given up on the EMF.

“I found them!” Peter exclaimed, returning with the letters.

“Thank you, Peter,” Norman smiled warmly up at them as he took the letters. “Okay Alex, we’ll shred them up later.”

“N-o…..he-re”

“Ah, my apologies,” Norman pulled a trash can over to his lap. “Otto,”

“Yes, dear?” A cup was thrown forcefully against the wall. Otto and Peter jumped, Norman merely winced.

“I need your lighter,” Norman’s hand was outstretched, his focus unbroken.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Norman?” Otto was hesitant in retrieving his lighter from his pocket.

“Yes, I’m confident. Give me the lighter.” Cold metal met Norman’s hand. “Thank you, honey.” A plate was thrown this time, barely avoiding Norman. “Alex, I’m going to burn the letters, alright?”

“Tha-nk y-ou” Norman flicked the lighter on and burned the letters, allowing the ashes to fall into the trash can at his knees.

“You can move on now, Alex,” Norman smiled, his caring disposition leaking through it. The EMF was registered a 0. She was gone. Norman was back on his feet. 

“You did it, Norman…” Otto’s jaw dropped. “You did it!” He rushed forward and lifted Norman into his arms, spinning him in a circle before stopping and pressing his lips to Norman’s. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Peter cleared his throat.

“Good job, Norman,” Peter awkwardly initiated a hug, and Norman enthusiastically hugged back.

“We did it.” Norman gave a big smile. “Now let’s pack up and get out of here.”

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Cheryl was more than grateful to be rid of the ghost in the apartment. She hugged them all before sending them on their way.

“That was a little satisfying,” Norman commented.

“I can imagine, you’re sure you’ll be okay?” Otto was still nervous from the dream.

“Otto, love, I’m fine. Trust me,” Norman placed a comforting hand on Otto’s thigh, as he had grown accustomed to doing.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m just nervous about that whole situation. You had to have been hallucinating for a long time.” Otto’s knuckles were white from him gripping the wheel so hard. Norman rubbed his thigh, attempting to calm him down. Otto’s grip lessened slightly, but he still maintained a tight hold on the steering wheel. Peter hadn’t noticed the entire situation, for he was looking through the video footage. 

“Norman,” Peter sat up, “You should look at this…” They handed him the camera, and Norman pressed play. He saw himself talking to Otto, saw the shadow figure appear and throw the cup, and subsequently the plate. It disappeared as soon as it finished.

“Interesting…do you think the figures only appear when they’re interacting with something from the living world, physically interacting I mean.” Norman pondered.

“Then, why did we see it after your dream?” Peter asked.

“I…I don’t know. I guess we’ll learn more…” Otto shook his head. He was clearly shaken up, hands trembling as he reached for the parking brake.

“Let’s go inside. I think we deserve to relax a little.” Norman put his hand on Otto’s.

“Yeah…” Otto turned off the car. “We can just leave all the equipment in the car.” He got out of the car and Norman followed quickly. Peter was behind the pair as Otto took quick strides towards their room. The moment he entered, Otto broke down into tears. Norman entered seconds later and dropped down to Otto’s side to hold him. 

“Hey, breathe.” He rubbed circles into his back. 

“I don’t want you getting hurt again Norman.”

“Otto, look at me, dear.” Norman lifted Otto’s face and wiped his tears. “I’m here with you. I’m unharmed. And I’m not going anywhere,” He kissed Otto’s forehead.

“You’re so strong, Norman…” Otto trailed off.

“Here, let’s get you onto the bed.” Norman helped Otto to sit on the edge of the bed. Norman sat behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

“I don’t know how you dealt with all that and took control so well…” Otto shook his head.

“Well, Alex was so troubled, and I wanted to make sure she moved on so she wouldn’t hurt anyone else.” Norman sighed, resting his head on Otto’s shoulder.

“What was the dream you had?” Otto wiped what remained of his tears. 

“I…I don’t think you’re in the right mindset to hear it.” Norman looked away.

“Norman, tell me please,” He gave his boyfriend pleading eyes.

“Okay…I woke up on the floor of the apartment and there was blood and guts everywhere. All our equipment was broken in pieces on the ground…including Peter’s camera…” Otto was stunned into silence. “Then, I-“ Norman swallowed.

“You don’t have to go on, dear,”

“No, I can do it.” He breathed in deeply. “Then I stepped on…your glasses. And your, uh, your heart was sitting on the floor with a note on it.”

“What did the note say?” Otto’s voice was quiet.

“It said ‘All Yours, Norman,” Norman’s voice broke as he recounted. A warmth met Norman’s cheek. Otto had his hand pressed against it.

“I’m so sorry, dear…” Otto’s voice shook. “I’m going to make sure you never have to go through that again.” He kissed Norman’s temple. The pair had quickly become used to their newfound intimacy. 

“I need a shower,” Norman sighed and pulled himself off of Otto.

“Ah, right, I’ll have to take one after you.” Otto commented, now sitting alone on the bed.

“I’ll try not to take too long,” Norman retrieved his pajamas.

“Take as long as you need, babe,” Otto grabbed a book off the nightstand and leaned back. He didn’t see Norman’s face redden ever so slightly as he entered the bathroom.

“Babe,” He tasted the nickname, feeling warm inside. “I like that one…” 

~~~~

Otto was fully immersed in his book when Norman opened the bathroom door. “Feel better?” He asked without looking up.

“Definitely,” Norman climbed in between Otto’s legs, resting his arms on his stomach. Otto rolled his eyes and put the book down to look Norman in the eyes. Norman took this opportunity to climb up further and rested his head under Otto’s. 

“Good,” Otto pet Norman’s hair and kissed him on the top of his head. 

“Are you feeling better?” Norman lifted his head to look Otto in the eyes.

“Yeah…I think…” Norman pulled himself up even further to kiss Otto, cupping his cheek. Otto deepened the kiss, slipping a little bit of tongue in, and reached around to place his hand on Norman’s back. He then pulled his shirt up to feel the bare skin underneath. Norman pulled out of the kiss, pushing himself up against Otto’s shoulders. 

“How about now?” A playful smile graced Norman’s lips.

“Much better, love, thank you…” Otto couldn’t help but grin back, “Let’s go to bed.” 

“Weren’t you going to shower?” Norman asked as he rolled over.

“Oh, right,” Otto sat up and got some clothes from his suitcase. He showered quickly and was back out of the bathroom in a matter of minutes.

“That was a quick shower,” Norman chuckled.

“I missed you,” Otto laid back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Norman tightly. I need him close. A few minutes lapsed before Norman spoke.

“Otto?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you…comfortable? With PDA?” Norman asked, slowly, a little bit of fear creeping in.

“Yeah…to an extent yeah…” Otto was thinking about it. Norman turned to face him.

“What don’t you want in public?” 

“Hmmm…well something like…” Otto pulled Norman close and kissed him roughly. Very roughly. He pulled Norman’s shirt up in the front and ran his hand all across his chest and stomach. He grabbed the side of Norman’s head with the other hand, playing with his hair. Norman’s eyes were wide and he was weakly kissing back, clearly shocked. Norman gripped onto Otto’s undershirt, unable to do anything else. Oh my god… Otto bit Norman’s lip a little before breaking the kiss.

“Holy shit, Otto,” Norman’s eyes were still wide, his hair tousled.

“So yeah…nothing like that…not in public at least,” Otto winked, also flushed red.

“Otto…you’re amazing…” Norman wrapped an arm around Otto’s neck. “And handsome. God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Not more than you, pretty boy.” Norman practically melted at Otto’s comment.

“I love it when you call me that.” Norman played with the curls at the nape of Otto’s neck.

“It’s true,” Otto wrapped his arms around Norman’s waist, running a hand along it. “God, it’s warm in here..” He said after a few minutes, before letting go of Norman’s waist. Norman looked in awe as Otto pulled his shirt off, attempting to throw it into his suitcase. “Dammit,” he turned back to a staring Norman, “missed.” Norman didn’t speak, just stared at his chest. “You there, Norman?” Otto waved a hand in front of Norman’s face.

“Yeah, yeah…sorry…” Norman looked back up. Otto shook his head, laughing at his partner.

“You’re cute…” Otto moved his hand up to rub Norman’s back. “We should probably get some sleep, it’s nearly midnight.” 

“Mmm…but I want to keep looking at you.” Norman ran his hand along Otto’s neck.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He kissed Norman’s head.

“Better not be,” Norman smiled as he buried his face in Otto’s chest. Otto was quickly asleep, and Norman was lulled to sleep by Otto’s steady breathing.

~~~~~

Otto opened his eyes to see Norman looking up at him, slowly wrapping the bigger man’s chest hair around his finger. “Good morning, handsome,” Norman gently rubbed Otto’s cheek with his other hand.

“Good morning, honey,” Otto leaned down to kiss Norman. “What time is it?”

“9 am?” Norman guessed, pushing himself up to check the electric clock beside the bed. “8:45.”

“When’s the train ride home?” Otto asked, running his hand through Norman’s hair. Norman giggled a little.

“Well, I didn’t book the ride home because I didn’t know how long we’d be here for.” Norman answered, dragging a finger along Otto’s jawline. 

“Mmmm, alright,” Otto mumbled, closing his eyes at Norman’s touch. “Where’s Peter?”

“I sent them down to the lobby to get breakfast about ten minutes ago.” Norman began kissing Otto's neck. 

“Norman…perhaps we should save this until we get home…” Otto let go of Norman, and Norman quickly pulled back.

“Ah, right, sorry…” Norman’s look betrayed his embarrassment.

“No need to apologize, I’d just…rather wait until we get home…” Otto sat up.

“I understand,” Norman nodded and sat up as well. Otto’s shirt was still off, and Norman couldn’t help but relish in the few moments he could stare at Otto’s chest before he pulled a turtleneck on. 

“When’s the next train arriving?” Otto asked, pulling a pair of pants over his boxers. 

“Uh…” Norman looked away from Otto, reluctantly, to grab his phone and check. “11:00”

“We should probably catch that train,” Peter arrived after Otto spoke.

“Ah, Otto, you’re up.” Peter was carrying a brown paper bag and three cups of coffee in his hand.

“Thank you, Peter,” Norman and Otto said in unison while accepting coffee from them. 

“When are we leaving?” Peter asked, while passing out breakfast sandwiches.

“The next train is at 11.” Norman replied while beginning to get changed.

“Oh okay… you two doing alright?” Peter took a sip from his coffee and sat on the other bed.

“Yeah, I think I’ve recovered…mostly,” Norman answered from the other side of the room.

“Honestly, I think he’s holding better than I am,” Otto sat across from Peter, speaking in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, you seemed pretty shaken from the whole thing,” Peter looked at his hands. 

“Well, all water under the bridge now,” Otto turned away from Peter to look at Norman, “he seems fine, and that's all I really worry about.”

“You two are good together,” Peter looked over at Norman as well. The man was packing his things as the other two spoke. 

“You think so?” Otto asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“You don’t?”

“No…I do…I really do.” Otto smiled. 

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“Christ, that train ride was hell on my neck…” Otto rubbed at his neck while Norman unlocked the door.

“Harry, we’re home!“ Norman announced as he crossed the threshold.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Harry’s voice echoed from somewhere in the penthouse. Norman looked a little exasperated.

“He’ll be down soon, Norm,” Otto put a hand on Norman’s shoulder.

“He does this all the time, by a few minutes he usually means at least thirty minutes...” Norman sighed. Peter leaned against the counter and called out.

“Harry, I’m here too!” Footsteps echoed from the upstairs hallway. Peter stifled a chuckle.

“Thanks, Peter,” Norman mouthed. Harry appeared at the end of the hallway and speed walked down the steps. “I get a hug first,” Norman intercepted his son’s path to hug him.

“Hey dad,” Harry gave his father a tight hug. 

“I missed you, Harry,” Norman patted his back.

“I missed you too,” Norman let his son go, and he moved to hug Peter.

“Let’s leave them be,” Otto pulled Norman away. He began to protest, but Otto shut him down, “You wouldn’t want him getting in our business so let’s stay out of his,”

“Hey, Pete,” Harry gave his boyfriend a peck on the lips. “How was the trip?” 

“It was good,” Peter put their hands around Harry’s neck. “Your dad exorcized a ghost.”

“Really? You guys got one this time?” Harry seemed genuinely interested.

“Yeah, and I got some good pictures,” Peter gestured to his camera on the table.

“Good job, proud of you babe,” Harry rubbed Peter’s arm, who pulled themselves up to kiss Harry.

“Thanks, Harry.”

~~~~

“Norman, what are we going to do for rooms?” Otto and Norman were in Norman’s room.

“What do you mean by that?” Otto wrapped his arms around Norman’s waist. “Oh…” Norman blushed a little, “I see, we could spend time in both rooms,” Norman put a hand on Otto’s cheek.

“Well…I kind of wanted to turn my room into a workroom,” Otto looked away.

“We can do that, honey,” Norman put his other hand on Otto’s neck.

“Are you sure?” Otto asked.

“Of course,” Norman rubbed his neck and gave him a quick kiss.

“Thank you, dear,” Otto smiled and began swaying Norman back and forth. Norman couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are we doing, Otto?” Norman said through his giggles.

“You’re right, dancing with no music?” Otto fumbled for his phone and put on music. ‘Your Song’ by Elton John.

“God, Otto, this song?” They kept dancing.

“Remember this from college?” Otto took Norman’s hand in his and began dancing with him properly.

“I don’t remember dancing with you in college. And I would’ve remembered that,” Norman sighed.

“You liked me in college?” Otto’s face was painted with confusion. Seriously?

“Of course I did,” Norman kissed Otto’s hand.

“I liked you too…” Otto trailed off.

“Yeah I realized that a little bit after you started dating Rosie, then Emily came along and, you know the rest from there,” Norman rambled on. 

“I’m sorry I never said anything about it,” Otto shook his head.

“It’s all in the past, love, and we’re together now.” Norman rested his head on Otto’s chest. 

“That’s true,” Otto said, “and I wouldn’t trade that for the world,” He grabbed Norman’s face, breaking the dance form, and kissed him. Norman let out a surprised noise, but quickly kissed back and pulled Otto closer. Norman began backing up until the pair accidentally smacked into Norman’s bedroom door. Neither noticed and continued their activity until a knock broke their kiss.

“Dad? Are you alright?” It was Harry. Norman and Otto exchanged wide-eyed glances. Norman looked over at the closet, then back at Otto. Otto took the cue and climbed into Norman’s closet. Norman took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey, Harry, yeah I’m fine,” He leaned against the doorframe.

“What was that noise?” Harry tried to look into the room behind him.

“Ah, my suitcase fell off my bed, that’s all.” Norman waved his son off.

“Okay…where’s Otto? I haven’t seen him since you guys got home, and I thought I saw you two leaving together.” Harry asked, a little suspicious.

“In his room, I suppose he’s gone to sleep. He was pretty tired after the bus ride.” Norman gave a smile, trying to hide his panic.

“Ah, okay, well Peter left a couple minutes ago.” Harry noted.

“Without saying bye?” Norman feigned sadness.

“They seemed like they had other stuff to do,” Harry shrugged, “Well, I’m going to go watch a movie. See ya, dad!” 

“Bye son,” Norman shut the door. Otto paused a few seconds before climbing out of the closet. “That was a close one,”

“Never thought I’d end up in there again,” Otto’s joke earned him a playful swat from Norman. 

“I’ll have to tell him eventually,” Norman sat on the edge of his bed. “I just don’t know how he’ll take it.”

“Norman…your son has a boyfriend, I don’t think you dating a man will be a hard thing for him to grasp.” Otto kneeled in front of Norman.

“That’s not what I mean, Otto,” Norman rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, Norm, go on,”

“I don’t know how well he’ll take me dating again so soon after the divorce,” Norman shook his head. “It was pretty hard on him,”

“I understand that, but you should probably talk to him.” Otto put his hand on Norman’s shoulder.

“Don’t rush me, Otto, please,” Norman brushed his hand off.

“Sorry if it came out that way, all I’m saying is it’s probably better to do it now then later.” Otto looked down.

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll try to talk to him about it soon,” Norman sighed. “Until then, you should probably try sleeping in your own room,” Norman suggested. I hadn’t thought about Harry picking up on us sharing beds.

“Oh…okay,” Otto nodded, “That’s fine.” Otto stood up.

“I’m going to bed,” Norman sighed and laid down. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Otto,”

“Bye, Norman.” Otto left and snuck up to his room. As soon as the door shut, he slid to the ground. I fucked that up. He felt a solitary tear slide down his cheek. Maldita sea…you’re acting childish. Grow up, Octavius. Otto wiped the tear from his face and finished unpacking his clothes. “I guess I should get some sleep too,” Otto sighed and changed into his pajamas. He still felt Norman’s touch from that morning on his chest. Tonight’s going to be rough.

~~~~

“Otto…” Norman was in Otto’s doorway. His partner was still asleep, unaware of his presence. “Otto, honey,” Otto’s eyes opened and he sat up, intoxicated on sleep.

“Norm, what’s wrong?” Otto rubbed his eyes.

“I…” Norman took a deep breath. Admitting he made a mistake was a difficult feat for Norman Osborn. “I want to sleep with you.”

“R-right now?” Otto was wide awake, looking at Norman with confusion. Norman paused for a moment then realized.

“N-no! Mind out of the gutter, babe.” Norman rolled his eyes. Does he want that?

“Ah, my bad,” Otto turned red with embarrassment.

“I just,” Norman entered Otto’s room fully, walking to the end of the bed, “I can't sleep, and I’ve gotten the best sleep of my life these past few nights.” 

“So you’re saying…”

“I miss sleeping in the same bed as you, Otto.” Norman spit out. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

“Of course, dear,” Otto moved over to his side of the bed, and Norman laid down.

“What are you being so distant for?” Norman mumbled.

“I just wasn’t sure after earlier,” Otto rolled over and wrapped Norman in his arms. “I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s okay,” Norman had his face buried in Otto’s chest, and Otto was rubbing his back. Norman was asleep quickly, mumbling a few words before he fell into deep sleep. “I love you, Otto,” 

Otto’s breath caught in his throat. “W-what?” Otto whispered back, but Norman was asleep. Otto laid there, stunned for a few more minutes before he felt himself falling asleep as well. He staved off the welcoming comfort of sleep just long enough to kiss Norman on the forehead and answer. “I love you, Norman.”

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“Good morning, honey,” Otto smiled down at his boyfriend as Norman yawned.

“Good morning,” Norman pulled Otto down for a brief, but sweet kiss.

“Did you sleep alright?” Otto ran a hand through his hair, leaving the curls tousled on top of his head.

“Mhm,” Norman couldn’t help but reach his hand up to play with Otto’s hair, rolling curly strands in his fingers. “Much better after I came in here.” Memories of the prior night came flooding back to Otto. His misunderstanding of the situation. What Norman told him… Shit, does he even remember? 

“That’s good,” Otto rubbed the back of Norman’s neck. “We should probably get up soon.”

“Yeah, we better not make Harry any more suspicious than he already is,” Norman’s expression darkened. He was still scared of talking to Harry. Otto let go of his boyfriend, and got out of bed. “We’re still sharing a bed from now on though…” Norman kissed Otto’s temple while also getting out of bed.

“Okay,” Otto attempted - and failed - to hide his glee. Norman noticed.

“God, you’re cute,” Norman mumbled.

“What was that?” Otto followed him towards the door.

“...Nothing…” Norman stopped in his tracks. Otto decided to press his luck.

“No, that doesn’t sound right,” Otto’s arms snaked around Norman’s waist and he rested his head on Norman’s shoulder. Norman smiled and shook his head. He’s affectionate today. Norman turned to face him and planted a kiss on his lips.

“I said you’re cute, now don’t make me take it back,” Norman escaped from Otto’s grasp, “Now I’m going to take a shower,” He walked out of Otto’s view. He’s probably going to his bathroom.

“Guess I’ll make breakfast,” Otto got his glasses and left his room.

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“I really need to talk to Harry,” Norman loved the bathroom because he could voice his thoughts aloud without fear of anyone hearing him. If walls could talk, those walls would have a lot to spill about Norman’s subconscious. Mostly things about Otto. He rubbed shampoo into his hair. “I know Otto wants to be more public about us.” His mind flashed back to the hotel room not even two days prior. How Otto left him so breathless in that hotel bed… Norman shuddered at the memory. God, I wish he’d do that more often. He couldn’t bring himself to say that part out loud. He shuddered again when he rubbed soap over his back, over the spot where Otto loved to touch him. Norman wondered if Otto knew how much that simple gesture made him absolutely melt. He turned off the water and just stood in the shower for a second, letting water drip down him. He finally left the shower and dried himself off with a towel. Soon enough, he was in the living room.

“Hey, dear,” Otto turned over his shoulder from his spot in front of the stove.

“Hello, Otto,” Norman noticed what he was making, “Omelets?” 

“Figured we could both use a breakfast at home,” Otto flipped an omelet in the pan. 

“Wonder if Harry’s home,” Norman finished making himself some coffee. 

“He left for Peter’s some time ago,” Otto handed him a plate with an omelet and some bacon on it.

“Do you think he’s avoiding me?” Norman asked, taking a worried sip from his coffee. He started a cup of hot water for Otto. 

“I don’t think so, he’s always been quite aloof.” Otto gave Norman a sympathetic look. I hate seeing him worried like this.

“I’m going to try to talk to him today,” Norman took another sip of his coffee.

“Well, don’t feel pressured because of me,” Otto winced at the memory of his actions the day before. Soy tan maldito egoísta. 

“I’m not doing it because of what you said,” Norman pulled out a tea bag from the cupboard and put it in the hot water, “I think it’s time he knew,” Norman swirled his coffee around in his mug.

“I agree,” Otto flipped the second omelet in the pan, “And not just because I want to take you out to a fancy dinner without you being on edge the whole time,”

“Otto Octavius, are you asking me out on a date?” Norman creeped his hand around Otto’s waist.

 “Maybe, I am,” Otto turned away from the stove to look Norman in the eyes, “You’ll have to find out,” He ruffled Norman’s hair before turning back. 

“Could you pass me the milk, love?” Norman asked, casually, pulling the tea bag out of the mug. Otto froze. Does he remember last night? “Babe…” Norman snapped in front of his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry,” Otto passed him the milk beside him. 

“Are you alright?” Norman asked, mixing milk into the tea.

“I am, just lost in thought is all,” Otto faked a smile.

“Alright…” Norman was clearly unconvinced. He grabbed the honey and sugar from beside the coffee maker and added a teaspoon of honey and 3 sugars. Just how Otto likes it.

“Do you want another omelet, dear?” Otto asked, holding an omelet out to Norman on a spatula.

“No, I’m not very hungry, thank you, Otto.” Otto shrugged and slid the omelet onto another plate for himself along with some bacon. Norman grabbed the plate from Otto before he could take hold of it. “Go sit down, you made breakfast after all.”

“Whatever you say, Doctor Osborn.” Otto teased before sitting down, Norman placing the plate in front of Otto. He left his own plate at the other end of the table. “Shit, I forgot my tea,” Otto began to stand before Norman put the mug down in front of him.

“I didn’t,” Norman put a hand on the table as Otto pulled Norman in to kiss by grabbing onto his shirt. Norman pushed his tongue into Otto’s mouth, running his tongue along the top of his teeth. He broke the kiss, not out of want, but out of a need for air. Otto’s silence spoke volumes while he could only rub Norman’s arm. He couldn’t even look at the other man. “I’m going to get the rest of my coffee.” Otto was still quiet, processing what had just happened. Christ…

“You’re getting that date,” Otto finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” Norman played on Otto’s teasing from earlier.

“I said you’re getting that date,” Otto's face was tomato red.

“I better be, I didn’t make you your tea for no reason,” Norman gave a playful smirk.

“You made it perfectly, by the way,” Otto took another sip of the tea.

“I’m glad,” Norman took his place at the other end of the table, “Are we on for tonight?” he continued after taking a few bites of his omelet.

“Are you sure?” Otto said, mid-chew.

“Positive, I’m going to talk to Harry as soon as he gets back.” Norman ate a little of his bacon. They heard the door shut, causing both to whip their heads towards the entrance.

“Talk to me about what?” Harry entered the dining room.

“Hi, son!” Norman turned in his chair to face Harry, “What are you doing back so early?”

“Just getting something from my room, but what did you need to talk to me about?” Harry leaned against the kitchen counter not far from the table.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Otto quickly excused himself and put his plate in the sink. Harry looked at his father expectantly.

“So…Harry…” Norman’s voice faded away as he came to terms with what he was about to do.

“Yeah?” Harry tapped his fingers on the counter.

“I know you’ve probably been, uh, wondering recently about…” He trailed off again.

“Spit it out, dad,” Harry groaned impatiently. 

“I’m dating Otto,” He nearly yelled. The father and son were silent for what felt like hours to Norman. 

“Okay,” Harry nodded after taking in the information.

“You’re okay with it?” Norman asked, tapping his foot nervously.

“Of course I’m okay with it, why wouldn’t I be?” Harry took a few steps towards his father.

“Because of everything with the divorce and your mother…”

“Dad,” He stood over Norman, “I just want you to do what makes you happy,” He put a hand on Norman’s shoulder, “And I get the impression that Otto makes you really happy.” Norman’s eyes began to water.

“Thank you, Harry,” He gave Harry a hug, which he returned.

“Of course, dad, now I need to get my things and go over to Peter’s. I don’t want to leave them waiting any longer.”

“Have fun, son!” Norman waved at his son before standing up to begin washing the dishes. Harry had left and Norman was washing up the pan from breakfast, when he suddenly felt two arms wrap around him and he couldn’t help but smile.

“So, is the date on?” Otto asked, kissing the back of Norman’s neck, causing a small moan to escape Norman’s mouth. Otto gave a devilish grin and kissed down his neck and shoulders. Norman practically had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from reacting.

“Babe, I’m trying to do dishes,” He brushed Otto off. 

“Ah right, wouldn’t want to break your focus,” Otto was still holding onto Norman’s waist.

“The date is still on, by the way, Harry reacted better than I ever could’ve expected.” Norman was finished scrubbing at the pan. 

“That’s wonderful, love!” Otto paused as the nickname left his lips. He’s going to notice me getting worked up sooner or later.

“Where would you like to go?” Norman spun around and Otto grasped at his waist again. 

“Wherever you want to go,” Otto leaned in to press their foreheads together.

“Well, there’s this really good steakhouse not that far from here,” Norman tapped his fingers on Otto’s shoulders.

“Sounds perfect,” He kissed the tip of Norman’s nose, and moved down to his lips. Norman began gripping at Otto’s shoulders, and Otto pulled the back of Norman’s shirt out of his pants and felt the soft skin of his back. God, he did it . Norman smiled, recalling his conversation with the wall in the bathroom. 

“You’re being really affectionate today,” Norman stroked Otto’s cheek, “What’s up with that?”

“I have nothing else on my mind but you,” Otto began gently rubbing Norman’s back. And that’s how I like it.

“Mmm, such a romantic,” Norman ran his finger over Otto’s lips, causing Otto to hold his hand in place and kiss his palm.

“Guilty as charged, pretty boy,” Norman immediately felt weak at the knees. He knows how to get me, that's for damn sure. Otto took the opportunity of weakness to lift Norman up onto the counter and start kissing voraciously at Norman’s neck and shoulders. Norman draped his arm over Otto’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. He used his other hand to massage Otto’s scalp, letting the dark curls dance between his fingers. Otto moved up to Norman’s lips and Norman pulled his body closer so he could put his hand on Otto’s chest, feeling all over. Their teeth smacked into each other and tongues collided but neither of the men cared. The raw emotion was so intense it was nearly coursing through their veins. Otto was the one to break the kiss, breathless. Norman was similarly gasping for air.

“That was amazing,” Norman breathed out, his hand still on Otto’s chest. He could feel the other man’s rapid heartbeat.

“You’re amazing,” Otto’s face was still incredibly close to Norman’s. Norman replied with a lopsided grin, one Otto recognized from the many times they had been drunk together. And they were drunk in a sense, each man’s touch nearly intoxicated the other.

“We’ll have more time for all this later…” And with that, Norman slid off the counter and began to walk off into his room.

“Wait, Norman,” Norman paused and took a few steps back.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you…do you remember what you said last night when you came into my room?” Otto asked. Norman stood in silence for close to a minute.

“I think so, why?” He got closer to Otto.

“Do you remember what you said before you went to sleep?” Norman only nodded in response. “Did you mean to say that?”

“Of course I did,” Norman was mere inches away from Otto by this point, “Why, did you not mean it?” The expression that crossed Norman’s face at the very thought of his partner not meaning his words broke Otto’s heart.

“No, I did mean it. I just…wasn’t sure if you meant to sa-” Norman cut him off by kissing him, gently and sweetly. Despite being entirely different from the series of kisses they had shared only minutes prior, the same passion ran through their bodies. No matter how tense or charged the kisses the pair shared were, the same thing remained true through them all.

“I love you, Norman,” Otto couldn’t help but beam through the four words that left his mouth. Those four words he had been waiting longer than he could remember to say. Norman cupped Otto’s cheek in his hand, giving him a look of pure content.

“I love you, Otto.” 

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“What the hell do I wear?” Norman stared at his open closet. There were too many options. Otto likes purple… Norman pulled nearly ten outfits after that fact crossed his mind.

“Dad, you’re ridiculous,” Harry looked up from his phone. Norman had dragged Harry into his room to help him the moment he got back from Peter’s, much to Harry’s protests.

“What do you mean?” Norman turned to face Harry, holding a royal purple vest in his hands.

“I mean, Otto isn’t going to break up with you if your outfit doesn’t look good. You’re stressing way too much.” Harry shook his head. “I do like that vest though.”

“Finally, some help.” Norman took some clothes into the bathroom. Harry rolled his eyes at this comment. He came back out a few minutes later.

“Yeah the vest is good,” Harry nodded.

“Thank you, Harry,” Norman smiled warmly at his son while fastening his tie. Harry got up and clapped his hand on his father’s shoulder.

“Don’t stress too much dad,” Harry left after that.

“He’s right.” Norman sighed and fixed his hair before leaving his room as well. Otto wasn’t finished yet, and Norman glanced back at his room. Should I go back? The sound of Otto’s door closing stole Norman’s attention and he instead took a seat at the kitchen counter to wait. Maybe he’s not done yet. Maybe he’s using the bathroom. Maybe…maybe he’s coming to tell me the date’s off. He wouldn’t do that. Would he? In the midst of his frantic thoughts, he caught a glimpse of Otto at the top of the staircase. “Oh my god,” The words fell out of Norman‘s mouth. 

Otto was wearing a suit, quite possibly the nicest suit he’s ever worn, accented in gold. Norman’s jaw dropped to the floor. It felt almost as if a magnet was pulling it down the Earth’s core. “Hello, dear,” Otto had descended the stairs. Norman was still in total awe. 

“You’re so handsome,” Norman regained his composure and put a hand on his lapel. Otto placed his hand on top of Norman’s.

“I can't even hold a candle to you,” He took Norman’s appearance in. “I love that color, you look absolutely stunning, honey.” Norman turned away, blushing like a schoolgirl.

“You’re such a flatterer,” Norman pulled at Otto’s jacket and kissed him. Otto reciprocated after the suddenness of the kiss took impact, grabbing at his hips. He rubbed his thumb across the top of Norman’s hip bone. Oh my god. “Otto,” he sighed the man’s name as he broke the kiss.

“We should probably get going soon,” Otto kept pressing on Norman’s hip. “We don’t want to be late,”

“You’re right, we’ll have time for,” Norman paused, “similar activities later.” Otto stopped. Does he mean- Norman finished with a small wink. Holy shit, he does… Otto blushed at the very thought.

“Right…let’s get going.” Otto grabbed Norman’s hand and reached over to grab his keys off the counter. Norman stopped and kissed Otto again, distracting him enough to pull the keys from his hand. They broke rather quickly, and Norman held up the keys victoriously in front of Otto.

“I’m driving,” Norman grinned, proud of himself.

“Okay…just don’t kill us,” Otto seemed hesitant, but nodded, “Now, let's go.” They joined hands again.

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“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Norman rested his arms on the steering wheel after parking at the steakhouse. Otto was gripping onto the side of the car.

“Sure…when’s the reservation?” Otto asked.

“6:45,” Norman answered.

“Norman, it’s 6:51,” Otto gestured towards the clock.

“Shit, let’s go,” The pair rushed out of the car and into the restaurant. 

“Good evening, gentlemen,” The host greeted the two men as they entered the restaurant, frazzled.

“Evening, sir, I have a reservation for two. It should be under ‘Osborn.” Norman leaned on the host stand.

“Let’s see,” The host ran his finger down the list in front of him. “Ah, yes, follow me,” the host beckoned the partners forward. Norman grabbed onto Otto’s hand, and the taller man squeezed it. They reached their table, a secluded one, soon enough and they sat down. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you, sir,” Otto smiled at the man before sitting down across from Norman. “This is really lovely, Norman,” he reached across the table to grab Norman’s hands.

“It is nice to have a proper date after years of wanting it,” Norman laughed a little, “and I wanted it bad.” 

“Me too,” Otto laughed as well. Their mutual feelings from college were well-known by both men at this point. The waiter was approaching, so Otto quickly let go of Norman’s hands. Norman looked crushed, eyes shooting down to his lap. The waiter took their orders, and neither man spoke for a few minutes. “I’m sorry, honey, I panicked,”

“Why?” Norman looked up at him; he still looked incredibly hurt. I thought he wanted that.

“With all the talk about college, I forgot that we can do that kind of stuff now and nearly no one would bat an eye,” Otto couldn’t make eye contact with Norman. I fucking ruined it . 

“Oh…” Norman replied, unsure, but reached out to grab his hands again, running his thumbs along the backs of Otto’s hands. “Your hands are very soft.”

“You sound surprised,” Otto’s tone was bemused, regaining his composure.

“Well, I thought they’d be a little callous after all the years you were working in the lab,” He moved to caress his palms. 

“I mean, I try to take good care of them,” Otto sheepishly grinned.

“You do a good job,” Norman lifted Otto’s right hand and planted a kiss on the back.

“Norman Osborn, always such a flirt,” Otto teased and Norman brought his hand back down. 

“Oh please, you love it,” Norman sat back in his chair.

“I’ll have another glass,” Norman answered and the waiter answered by filling his glass.

“Have a good meal, sirs,” The waiter nodded and walked off.

“I thought you liked white?” Norman asked, taking a small sip of his wine.

“I do, I just want to be sober for this date,” Otto shrugged, eating some of his potatoes.

“Aww, that’s sweet. And here I thought you were just a lightweight,” Norman grinned.

“I’m not a lightweight, remember all the times we’ve drank together?” Otto tapped his fingers on the table and took another sip of water.

“Otto Octavius, you are the definition of a lightweight.” Norman smirked at his boyfriend over the rim of his glass.

“Agree to disagree,” Otto was finishing his meal, “I’m definitely driving home by the way.”

“Aw come on,” Norman pouted.

“You can barely drive as is, I’m not letting you drive tipsy.” Otto leaned back and crossed his arms.

“You’re no fun,” Norman teased him, finishing his glass of wine.

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Norman let Otto drive home, much to Otto’s relief. “We need to do that more often,” Norman commented.

“I agree, I enjoyed that,” Otto smiled, “Even if you did call me a lightweight.”

“All jokes, babe,” Norman put his hand on Otto’s thigh per usual.

“I love when you do that,” Otto let out a lovesick sigh.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.” Norman replied. Otto put the car in park, and got out first to open Norman’s door for him. “What a gentleman,” Norman went on his toes to kiss Otto’s cheek.

“Norman,” Otto said, nervously. It was clear something was preoccupying him.

“What is it, love?” Norman’s concern grew as they entered the penthouse. He noticed a note on the table. 

Gone out for dinner - Harry

“It’s just, before we left, you said something about ‘similar activities,” A grin spread across Norman’s face, “what exactly did you mean by that?”

“Well, what did you think I meant by that?” Norman pressed his body against Otto’s.

“Well, uhm,” Otto’s face was bright red, “I was thinking you meant, uh, …sex?”

“Smart and sexy, I really won the jackpot,” Norman grabbed at Otto’s waist for a change, “well unless you don’t want to,” Norman backed up a little, scared he made Otto uncomfortable. Otto pulled him back in.

“No, I do…” Otto blushed.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Norman took Otto by the hand and led him to his bedroom.

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Norman was rubbing Otto’s chest, a look of pure bliss was plastered all over his face. Otto was in a similar position, arm wrapped around Norman’s hips.

“You’re amazing,” Norman sighed, resting his head against Otto’s bare chest.

“You think so?” Otto asked, running his thumb along the top of Norman’s hip bone as he’d done earlier. Norman shivered.

“God yes,” Norman bit his lip to suppress a moan.

“I’d never done it with a man before,” Otto blurted out.

“Really?” Norman looked up to see Otto. He looked a little embarrassed.

“Yeah,” he used his free hand to awkwardly rub behind his neck, “I never really did anything until Rosie…”

“Huh, I never would’ve expected that. I always thought you were secretly a little freaky,” Norman chuckled a little.

“Funny, that’s what I thought about you,” Otto joined him in a small chuckle. 

“Well, I was a little bit out there in college.”

“Still are,” Otto mumbled. Norman didn’t seem to hear him.

“I missed that freedom of college for a while after. I liked being able to experiment in that department, then I started dating Emily and it was just weird after that.”

“Did you sleep with men in college?” Otto asked, rubbing Norman’s stomach. Holy shit that feels nice.

“Two or three, I was still hiding from that part of myself so I didn’t really enjoy it all that much,” Norman recollected. That gave Otto a strange sense of relief. Why do I care so much about sex he had over 20 years ago?

“God, I should probably shower,” Otto sighed. He didn’t want to leave the bed, much less leave Norman, but he knew he needed some time to process what just happened.

“I could join you, if you’d like,” Norman was creeping his hand up Otto’s front. Otto wanted it, he couldn’t deny that.

“Maybe later,” He decided instead. He fumbled for his boxers and pulled them on. Norman, hesitantly, let go of him and let him leave the bed. However, before he could get too far, Norman grabbed his wrist.

“Otto, love,” Otto turned back to face Norman, laying in bed with the duvet barely covering his hips.

“Yes?” He looked Norman in the eyes, only allowing his gaze to drift a few times.

“You’ve got an amazing body,” Norman sat up a little to kiss Otto, quickly, but passionately. Otto was blushing heavily after they broke, partially because of the compliment, partially because the duvet had slipped down. He walked, rather quickly, to the bathroom. As soon as he shut the door, he braced himself on the sink. That actually just happened.

“Oh my god,” Otto rubbed his hand through his hair, unable to get the smile off his face. Norman was occupying his thoughts completely, and Otto didn’t mind one bit. He took his shower quickly and left to return to Norman. His boyfriend was sitting on the bed reading a book, now dressed in a shirt and his boxers.

“How was your shower, honey?” Norman looked up from his book and smiled at Otto.

“Good, would’ve been better with you,” Otto admitted. Norman lifted his hands defensively.

“I offered,”

“There’s always next time,” Otto gave a wink and sat down next to Norman on the bed, “It’s pretty late.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” Norman put his book down.

“Well, I mean do you want to?” Otto asked, “I don’t want to dictate your sleep schedule or anything.”

“Otto, I don’t mind,” Norman put a hand on Otto’s shoulder.

“Are you sure? If you aren’t tired, I can just go to bed by myself.” Otto tried to hide his disappointment at the concept.

“Hey,” Norman held Otto’s cheek in his hand and pulled him in for a kiss, “You know I love you, Otto.” They pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you too, Norman.”

“I’m pretty tired too. You wore me out,” Otto couldn’t help but laugh at Norman.

“What can I say? That’s not hard to do with you.” This got Otto a gentle smack on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Norman teased. Otto couldn’t help but smile in reaction, “Very adorable.” 

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“Otto,” Norman shook Otto’s shoulder. His eyes shot open, and he grabbed for Norman.

“Norman? Are you okay?” He asked, panicked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Norman held Otto’s shoulders and massaged them. He could feel the tensity under his palms, “I’m sorry for waking you. You were just shaking and talking in your sleep.”

“Oh…I don’t really remember what I was dreaming about,” Otto ran a hand over his forehead.

“Don’t stress too much over it, babe,” Norman continued to rub his shoulders and noticed as the tension decreased.

“What time is it?” Otto craned his neck to look at the clock on the table.

“Almost 4 am,” Norman turned his head a little.

“God, Norman, I’m sorry,” He looked down. 

“Otto, what’s gotten into you recently?” Norman’s tone was coated in concern, “Ever since we, you know, you’ve been…I’m not sure…more neurotic than usual?”

“I don’t know, dear,” Otto rubbed at his eyes with his hands, “I think it’s still all coming back to me from the ghost hunt.” He couldn’t look Norman in the eyes, but Norman nearly forced him to by kissing him.

“What’s still stressing you out from that?” Norman rested his hand on Otto’s cheek, caressing it methodically. 

“I’m scared of you getting hurt, love,” Otto sighed, burying the side of his head into the pillow. “I think that just got to me so badly because I just began processing that we’re together. Years and years of repressed feelings coming back only for all that terrible stuff to happen to you.” Otto looked down and saw tears streaming down Norman’s face. It was only then that he realized he was crying too. The pair hugged each other tightly.

“I’m still scared from it too,” Norman pressed his face into Otto’s shoulder.

“We’ll work through it together, my love, I promise.” Otto rubbed circles into Norman’s back.

“You always know the right thing to do,” Norman smiled at Otto’s touch.

“So do you,” Otto kissed Norman’s temple and the pair slowly drifted back to sleep.

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Otto woke up first this time. His arms were still wrapped tightly around Norman. He tried to catch a glimpse of the clock beside the bed. 9:30, damn we slept in. Otto grabbed for his phone, trying not to move too much. He eventually reached it, and turned it on. He had an email, quirking an eyebrow up in response. He felt Norman stirring on his chest. Shit. His eyes opened blearily, but smiled when his gaze met Otto’s. “Good morning, love.”

“Morning, honey,” Otto grinned as he received a kiss on the cheek from Norman. 

“What are you looking at?” Norman pulled himself further onto Otto’s chest so he could see Otto’s phone, “New case?”

“Yeah, a house in Hollywood,” Otto’s eyes widened as he finished reading the email.

“Wow, Hollywood?”

“That’s not all, they’re going to pay us $100k,” Otto looked down at Norman, who’s eyes were similarly wide.

“That sounds fake,” Norman rested his head on Otto’s shoulder.

“I know, I’ll have to call them later,” Otto put his phone down and turned to face Norman again.

“You can call them now if you want, I won’t mind,” Norman, contradictory to his words, wrapped his arms around Otto’s neck.

“It’s 6:30 in the morning for them right now, plus I have better things to be doing right now.” Otto leaned in for a kiss, and Norman eagerly accepted it. They cuddled for a little longer, idly chatting before Norman decided to get up to shower.

“My offer stands,” He gestured towards the bathroom, but Otto waved him off.

“No, I showered last night.” Nevertheless, he crept up behind Norman and hugged him, kissing his neck.

“Otto,” He chuckled, gently pushing Otto off, “I need to shower so we can actually get some work done.” Otto shrugged and left the room to make breakfast. Does Norman even like pancakes? He grabbed the pancake mix out of the pantry and placed it on the counter, just staring at it for a minute trying to recollect. I hope so . He began mixing the batter, and started Norman’s coffee for him when he guessed Norman was almost done in the shower. He had a tendency to take showers of similar lengths, and Otto had gotten used to that length. 12 minutes. Not a minute longer, and not a minute less. He was just setting both plates down on the table when Norman emerged from the bedroom, hair still damp.

“Hey, handsome,” Otto offered Norman his mug of coffee. Norman gave him a peck on the lips and took the coffee in one smooth motion.

“I need to make you breakfast one day,” He rubbed Otto’s shoulder a little.

“I like making you breakfast though,” Otto smirked and sat down on his end of the table. Norman’s eyes lit up when he saw the pile of pancakes on his plate. “Do you like pancakes?” Otto asked, clearly a little nervous.

“I love them.” Norman was beaming as he took the first bite. “Oooh, and they’re perfect!” Otto gave a wide grin.

“Thank god, I couldn’t remember.” Otto was still grinning. Norman looked around, presumably to check for Harry.

“Sex AND breakfast? You’re a damn good date,” Norman’s volume dropped a little. Otto giggled like a lovesick teenager.

“What can I say? I’m domestic at heart,” He took a bite of his food, “We should probably research that place in Hollywood after eating.” We. Norman liked that. Before, it was always Otto doing the research on his own.

“We? That’s a welcome change.” Norman mused.

“Yeah, I probably should’ve included you more in the past,” Otto was facing his plate.

“No worries, babe,” Norman gave Otto a smile, a pure smile.

“I love you so much, Norm,” That caught Norman off-guard. He still wasn’t used to their casual exchanges of love.

“I love you, Otto, thank you for including me in your research this time.” Norman finished his pancakes. Otto had finished already, and was standing near Norman to grab his plate. “I can do the dishes!” He protested, standing up.

“I can do it,” Otto was already at the sink, “but can you get my laptop from my room?” 

“Sure, where is it?” Norman was leaning over the kitchen counter.

“Hmmm, on my desk I believe?” Otto didn’t seem too confident. “It’s in my bag if it’s not on my desk.”

“I should be able to find it,” Norman smiled, and Otto turned around to kiss Norman quickly.

“Thank you, love.” They had settled into a sense of domesticity and neither man minded one bit. Norman retreated to find Otto’s laptop. Otto’s room was much cleaner than Norman’s. That left Norman feeling all the more appreciated since Otto liked sleeping in Norman’s messy room so much. He looked at the desk, and his notebook was sitting on top of his laptop. 

“He might need that,” He grabbed it and it fell open. His eyes shot away and he closed it quickly. I’m not breaching his privacy. He grabbed both and hurried down the steps. 

“Find it?” Otto was sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, it was on your desk,” He handed both items out, “I grabbed your notebook as well,”

“Oh…thank you,” He looked uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I just figured you’d need it.” Norman suddenly felt awful.

“No, no, it’s okay.” Otto felt a similar sense of awfulness fill his stomach.

“So, where should we start?” Norman flopped on the couch next to Otto, who put an arm around Norman’s waist and pulled him closer.

“I should probably try calling them,” Otto grabbed his phone and passed the laptop over to Norman, “You can look the place up and look for any red flags.”

“What kind of red flags?” Norman asked, typing the address in.

“Things like overt advertising for ‘ghost tours’ or something like that,” Otto was scrolling through his email to find the phone number, “And check for anything you can find out about the residents,” Otto had his hand over the phone’s receiver. Norman nodded and typed in the computer more, smiling when he felt Otto press a kiss on the top of his head. It rang a few times before someone answered.

“Hello?” Otto heard a feminine voice on the other end of the phone.

“Ah, hello, my name is Dr. Otto Octavius, I received an email from someone asking for our ghost hunting services and this was the number I was given,”

“Oh, Dr. Octavius! Thank you for answering so quickly. I’m Adalyn, me and my husband bought this house a couple weeks ago, but it’s haunted and we don’t want our home to turn into a public spectacle. We’ve already had people showing up because they've heard stories about the house. It’s exhausting.” She sighed heavily.

“We’re definitely willing to take on the job. Is there a hotel or anything nearby that we could stay at?” Otto asked.

“Yeah, there’s a decent one about twenty minutes out.” Otto got the name and recited it to Norman, who looked it up on Google.

“And did you mean to type $100k in the email? Or was that a typo?” Otto asked, rubbing Norman’s thigh. He stifled a giggle.

“No, that’s correct, we really need this ghost gone,” The woman’s tone was pleading.

“Okay, so we require a 30% payment upfront,” She confirmed that was fine,”Alright, when do you want us there?” Otto gestured for Norman to write down what she was telling him, and he reached for the notebook. “The computer, love,” Otto covered the receiver again as Norman opened a note on the laptop.

“Uh, how about in 4 days?” She suggested. “Does that work?”

“That’ll work,” Otto mouthed ‘4 days’ to Norman who typed it in, “What time do you want us to be there?” He went on to ask.

“Well, things start happening later in the day, so 3 pm?” She replied.

“Okay, so May 25th at 3pm?” He confirmed.

“Yep! We’ll see you guys then!” The call ended after that. 

“I love when you act all professional,” Norman laughed, tapping a pencil on the edge of the laptop screen. “You sound so official, it’s sexy.” He shamelessly flirted. Otto stuck his hand up the front of Norman’s shirt and rubbed his stomach.

“Sexy, huh?” Otto gave a small laugh. “Interesting…”

“I love when you touch my stomach.” Norman hummed.

“Well, your skin is soft there. It feels nice,” Otto leaned back a little.

“What’s with all the typing?” Norman felt compelled to ask, “Don’t you usually write stuff down in a notebook?”

“I- uh- uhm,” Otto stuttered, attempting to think up an excuse before deciding to tell the truth. “I do, but you grabbed the wrong notebook, that one is my sketchbook.” Otto picked up the notebook and leafed through it a little. Norman saw countless drawings, some of ghosts, a few of his dream from the last job, and a lot of Norman.

“I never knew you drew?” Norman hesitantly reached for the book. Otto allowed him to take it.

“I do, it helps me calm down a lot,” Otto seemed embarrassed at the coping mechanism. Norman noticed, and pulled Otto down to kiss him.

“You’re an amazing artist, Otto,” Norman smiled against Otto’s mouth.

“Well, you’re a good muse,” Otto mumbled back, causing Norman’s smile to grow even wider.

“God, I’m in love with you,” Norman kissed Otto again, moving the laptop off him so he could pay full attention to Otto, who pulled Norman into his lap. They continued until Harry entered and made his presence known.

“Jesus Christ, you guys have a room for a reason,” Harry turned around to avoid looking at his dad and Otto.

“Oh shit, sorry Harry!” Norman got off Otto’s lap and sat next to him.

“Just…warn me next time,” Harry groaned and got some cereal out of the cabinet.

“I suppose we have some work to get done anyways,” Otto shrugged and Norman pulled the laptop back onto his lap. The taller man still pulled Norman in at the waist.

“When should we leave?” Norman asked, pulling up the airline website.

“Oh, where are you guys going?” Harry was sitting at the counter eating his cereal.

“Hollywood,” Norman replied, facing Harry with a grin.

“Woah!” Harry’s voice was obscured by the cereal.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Norman chided and Harry rolled his eyes.

“That’s pretty cool, dad, are you taking Peter with you again?” He finished chewing before speaking this time.

“I don’t think so,” Otto turned to face Harry as well. 

“Yeah, should probably give the kid a break,” Norman muttered to Otto.

“Do you want to go a day earlier, get a little time to enjoy the city?” Otto rubbed Norman’s side.

“I think that’s a great idea, babe,” Norman looked over at Harry, whose eyes were glued to his phone, then pressed a quick kiss to Otto’s jaw.

“I’m full of them,” Otto shrugged.

“Well, yeah, you’re dating me after all,” Norman grabbed Otto’s hand.

“So humble,” Otto rested his head on Norman’s and watched him buy the plane tickets. He was excited to get some real alone time with Norman, without worrying about Peter or Harry being around. That feels so rude…but I really want Norman all to myself.

“Awww, you really want me alone that badly?” Norman stuck his tongue out a little.

“Huh?” Otto asked, before realizing he’d spoken out loud. He rubbed his hand over his face. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“But you meant it?” Norman asked, looking a little disappointed.

“One hundred percent,” That earned Otto a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Good, because I want you to myself too,” Norman stroked Otto’s thigh.

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Otto was unsure to say the least when Norman said he was going to cook dinner. It’s not that Norman was a bad cook, he just always overextended himself. He always tried to do so much.

“I promise you, I won’t try to make too much this time,” Norman put his hand on Otto’s chest. Otto leaned in to kiss Norman quickly.

“Bullshit, Norm. You always end up making an unnecessary amount of food, even when you promise not to.”

“I’m not going to make too much, cross my heart.” Norman had his house keys in his hand, and he was making strides towards the door.

“Whatever you say,” Otto kissed Norman briefly before he left.

“I love you, honey,” Norman smacked his cheek lightly.

“I love you more, dear.” Otto patted Norman’s shoulder. Norman was shocked that Otto actually relented. He had always been a bit controlling with cooking, but he loosened up every day that passed. Norman had planned on making Otto chicken piccata, since they had most of the ingredients save for the chicken and the capers. He decided on a side of asparagus and roasted potatoes, both of which he had to pick up from the store. He liked going to the grocery store by himself. There was something so calming about it. He adored Otto, god he really did, but he could be so insufferable in the grocery store. Norman felt comforted by the quiet as he picked up the ingredients he needed. 

Then he came across a salad mix. A salad might go well with dinner instead of the asparagus. He’d long since forgotten the asparagus he’d gotten off the display at the front of the store. Maybe some biscuits too . He got a pack of premade dough from the shelf. Probably about time to check out. He went through the self checkout. He tended to prefer the self checkout to the actual checkout on his trips to the store by himself. He still didn’t notice that he had both salad and asparagus after checking out.

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“Dammit,” Norman stared at the salad mix and asparagus in front of him. “I guess I’ll make both.” He shrugged and began working on the chicken. Norman knew how to cook pretty well. Otto was just really good. He dredged the chicken, prepared the sides, and eventually he was nearly done. He was just prepping the salad, when Otto left his bedroom. 

“It smells good,” He leaned on the counter.

“Thank you, babe,” He beamed back. Otto’s face changed when he saw the salad and the two sides.

“Jesus Christ Norman, why did you make so much food?” He groaned out.

“It was an accident, I promise! I accidentally bought salad and asparagus and I didn’t want either to go to waste…”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the salad? I could’ve made it later this week.” Norman’s face shifted to anger.

“Otto, be honest with me: how often do we eat fucking salad? The lettuce always goes to waste.” Norman slammed his hand annoyedly on the counter.

“Does it? I never noticed.”

“Maybe because I’M always the one to clean out the fridge!” He waved towards the fridge.

“You never want me to clean out the fridge!”

“Because you always make every meal, so I feel bad!” Norman was gesturing wildly.

“I like making food for you, it makes me feel important,” Otto had his hands crossed defensively.

“Maybe I want to feel important sometimes too.” Norman was crying at this point. Otto felt a pang in his heart but he was too far deep at this point.

“Then fucking say something about it, dammit!” Otto put a hand on Norman’s shoulder, but it was quickly smacked off.

“That’s such a difficult topic to talk about, Otto. I don’t want to talk about shit like that all the time.”

“But it’s important!” Otto rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“Fuck this,” Norman grabbed his keys and headed for the door. “Eat by yourself, you bastard.” 

Otto was left standing by himself in the kitchen, balled fists shoved into his pockets, tears streaming down his face and hitting the polished tile floor. “Otto?” Harry left his room to investigate the commotion.

“Ah, Harry,” He tried, and failed, to wipe his tears away, “sorry if we bothered you…”

“Where’s dad?” 

“He,” Otto sniffled, “he left, I don’t know where he went,” I fucked up bad.  

“Just give him some time, he’ll be back soon,” Harry descended the staircase.

“Okay…there’s some food in the kitchen if you’d like some. Your father made it.” Otto gestured towards the kitchen. He had lost his appetite.

“Okay. Thank you, Otto,” Harry patted him on the shoulder as he passed, “Don’t worry…”

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Norman had been sitting in the park for an indeterminate amount of time. It could’ve been minutes. It could’ve been hours. He couldn’t tell. All he knew is that it was nearly pitch black out. He could only focus on what he said to Otto. Sure, he meant it all, but it could’ve come out better. They never really fought, but it happened sometimes. Never this bad, however. He was sure Otto was looking for him, though Norman severely hoped he wasn’t. He’d find him eventually. They went to this park often when they first started the business.

“Mr. Osborn?” He heard a voice. It was too high to be Otto’s. He could almost place it when a figure emerged into his line of sight. 

“Peter?” He recognized the gangly shape approaching him.

“What are you doing here?” They asked, clearly concerned.

“Me and Otto had a fight…I’m surprised Harry didn’t say anything to you about it.”

“Ah…yeah he doesn’t tell me anything like that. Says he doesn’t like sharing your private issues at all.” That got Norman to muster a dry chuckle.

“Good kid…I’m proud of all he’s done. Hopefully he doesn’t get into stupid fights over something as pointless as a dinner.” Norman felt a single tear slip down his cheek.

“Tell me about the fight,” Peter sat in the grass beside him.

“I said I was going to make dinner, which he never really likes when I do. He says I make too much food…” Norman went on to describe the lead up to the fight.

“Well…sounds like you both have some issues to work through, in your own time that is. But you’re clearly upset over this, and I think you need to go home sooner rather than later.” Peter suggested, and shivered a little. “It’s also getting pretty chilly,” They commented.

“Yeah, I might stay here for a little bit longer.” Norman smiled a little at Peter, “Thank you, Peter.”

“Anytime, Dr-“ he paused and thought a little, “Norman, anytime Norman.” Norman gave a genuine smile at this before Peter left him. He sat for a bit longer before making the short treck home.

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Otto picked at the food on his plate, trying not to let his tears drip onto the chicken. It really was an excellent meal. Too bad I had to ruin it. He knew Norman would forgive him, but it still hurt like hell. He felt awful for what he said. It was hurtful for both of them. Otto sorely hoped this wasn’t a new trend for the pair. He had eaten as much as he could of the food and boxed the rest up. He had just sat down on the couch, staring emptily at the dark TV in front of him. He didn’t have the motivation to turn it on. That’s when the door shut behind him. He jumped a little. “Christ,” he muttered. Must’ve missed it opening. He knew it was Norman but couldn’t bring himself to turn around. The shame was too overwhelming.

“Otto, dear,” Norman tried to get his attention. Otto kept staring forward, a little scared. “Please look at me, Otto,” Hearing Norman plead hurt him more than looking at him could’ve ever hurt him in that moment. He slowly turned to face Norman, standing in the foyer. He had also clearly been crying.

“Norman…” Otto began. “I’m so sorry…”

“I’m sorry too, I need to talk to you more about that sort of stuff.”

“Well, I need to be more lenient on you cooking. Neither of us are perfect, Norm.” Otto was fiddling with his hands. 

“I shouldn’t have continued the fight,” Norman shook his head. Otto was rising off the couch.

“I shouldn’t have started the fight,” He walked over to Norman. “But all I can say is I’m so damn sorry, dear,” Otto had begun crying a little again, and he closed his eyes tightly. He felt the warmth of Norman envelop him in a hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around Otto in response, letting his tears flow. Norman broke the hug after a few minutes, but took Otto’s face in his hands.

“Otto Octavius, I love you so much. There’s nothing that will change that.” Norman placed a kiss softly on Otto’s forehead, and Otto nodded in response.

“I love you with my entire heart, Norman,” Otto pulled him in for another hug. They stayed like that, just silently relishing in each other’s presence for a few long minutes before Otto spoke again. “The food was really good.”

“You ate it?” Norman couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, as much as I could,” Otto shrugged.

“You’re fantastic, Otto,” 

“I should be telling you that, you’re the one who cooked.”

“That’s true, I should do that more often.” Norman sighed a little.

“I think you should too,” Otto hugged Norman tighter.

“Maybe we should have a schedule? I cook a few times a week and you cook the rest?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Norm,” Otto backed up a little bit, “Can I? Do you mind if I?” Otto began stuttering.

“Mind if you what?” Norman smiled, appearing genuinely confused.

“Can I kiss you, Norman?” Otto ripped off the proverbial bandage. Norman’s face broke out into a grin and he pulled Otto in. Otto settled into the kiss and put his hands on Norman’s waist. Neither noticed Harry leaving his room, but he soon turned and went back into it.

“At least they made up,” He sighed, laying back down on his bed.