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There's a lot of things Eddie hasn't been able to do since Venom. That's all his life can be broken down to now; pre-Venom and post-Venom. He can't shower like he used to. The familiar press of Venom's curiousity blooming in his mind as he washes his body. He hasn't even considered masturbation. Though the thought pops up naturally from time to time and Venom never says anything, there's a hunger there. A deep seeded hunger that radiates from Venom that Eddie tries to shut out completely. He can't sleep like he used to either. He's been having dreams. Not every night, but often enough. Filled with swirling black tendrils and the feeling of safety. Echoed words in Venom's deep, all encompassing voice.

 

"You did not find us. We found you."

 

"I am Venom. And you are mine."

 

His. Venom told him that the very first night he showed himself and it replays in his head when he feels sad. Whenever he feels lonely. A dark, dark pit settles in his stomach. He swallows it down when it threatens to travel up his throat. He wakes from these dreams with Venom's corporeal form wrapped around his body. Tight around the backs of his knees and the insides of his thighs. Under his arms and across his chest. Possessive. Venom stirs the moment he does, but he never moves. He's content with squeezing around Eddie's back to get closer still, which isn't possible, but Venom tries. Maybe because Eddie knows somewhere in the back of his mind that Venom can see his dreams, can feel what Eddie needs even though Eddie can't ask for it.

 

- - - - - 

He just wanted a few drinks. He had no intentions of talking to anyone. On his fourth beer, the familiar swirl of pleasant warmth rocked his body to let him know he should stop soon. One more, he thinks. There's a flash of unease about something before it happens, so Eddie is at least a little prepared when a man slides down to sit next to him at the bar. Venom is watching. The man raises a finger at the bartender and in a few moments he's slid a drink across the counter. 

"Another one for him, too." Eddie hasnt realized his beer is almost gone before it's taken from his hand and his fifth of the night is pushed into his fingers. Eddie looks up at the man over the top of the mouth of the beer bottle. He's nice looking. Dark haired. Not quite as drunk as Eddie feels. Dressed in a suit. 

"Anyone told you you're pretty before?" His gut flips at the compliment. "I mean, you're masculine and all that, but-" Eddie watches the man look down at his lips and over his frame before his confident gaze rests back up to his face. "But you're really pretty."

Eddie. He can feel the blistering heated anger from under his skin. It rises up to settle tight in his chest. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. He opens them and finds the man is waiting for him to answer.

"One or twice, yeah." He supplies. Fuck, he'd just wanted to drink alone. He should have bought a pack of beer at the store and-

The man shifts closer, his mouth pressed against Eddie's ear. A hand grips the small of his back and pulls his crotch almost onto the man's lap. Despite his discomfort, the starts of arousal prickle the edges of his vision. The man nips at his neck. Just once, but Eddie bites down on the inside of his cheek against the shudder that threatens to rack his body.

Eddie. Venom is bristling, like a cat with its back raised. Eddie puts his hand on the man's chest. Moreso to get distance between their bodies but the man takes it as encouragment.

"Come on, pretty. Let me take you home. You deserve," a wet swipe of tongue along his pulse, "a good fucking."

No. It sounds like a command. Definitive. An answer that was a fact, that you can't respond to.

But-

No. Eddie doesn't know how to tell Venom it's been a long time since he's had this, since he's let someone give him pleasure. And the man was clearly interested. It's been since before Anne, since he was the one who...he really just wanted...

But he doesn't have to explain anything to Venom because he's thinking all these things and Venom knows because he's inside him, he's listening and he knows what Eddie needs. He knows. No sooner are these thoughts all jumbled together that he feels a rumble at the base of his spine.

You are mine.

The rumble travels up and down his back like an invisible tongue and Eddie holds back a sound at the sensation. 

"I'm in a relationship," he whispers. The man doesn't seem bothered. He just nuzzles his face into the bunched up clothe of Eddie's hoodie. He bites the skin of his neck again.

"Well I don't see him here," he responds. Eddie feels lightheaded and Venom only sends through a single warning before taking control. Thankfully, he still used Eddie's voice as opposed to his own.

"He is here. He's watching you." And that was that, Venom gave Eddie control back as easily as he had taken it and the man backed away from him with his hands raised. Eddie put a few bills on the counter and manages to leave the bar and get into the open air. The coolness takes the edge off a little from his flaring arousal. It frightens him; this feeling. The bar isn't that far from his apartment and he walks with rockets on his heels along the sidewalk. He feels exposed outside. He just wants to go to sleep. Venom is uncharacteristically quiet but he can feel the thrumming of his anticipation sitting in his stomach. Eddie doesn't know what he anticipates. 

We want to touch you. He freezes. His heart is hammering against his ribs. He's drunk. He's hearing things. There's no way that-

I want it. Eddie shakes his head. The lights above him on the posts are shining in and out of focus. Eddie can't let that happen. Once it does; if Eddie lets that happen, then...

You won't be able to live without my touch again. Eddie grits his teeth. Venom is everywhere in his mind, all consuming. He's scared, he's turned on. Shame rises and rests in his cheeks and he clenches his fists in his pockets so hard that it hurts. He forces himself into a near run. Almost home. 

- - -

He runs the shower the second he gets home. Scalding. Hot enough to almost burn, but they're the showers Eddie likes best. Pleasure rolls through him when he dips his head under the spray as the heat envelopes his body. The chill from the night leaves him in waves and he sighs against the shower wall. His erection hasn't flagged. Eddie ignores it and reaches for the soap to wash with. 

Eddie. He jumps and almost falls backwards before catching himself by bracing both of his hands on the wall in front of him. His cock twitches.

"Stop saying my name," he breathes pathetically. He turns around so his back is against the cool tile and the hot spray down his front.

You like it. Said so matter-of-fact like, like what they were doing wasn't skirting the edge of something else. The familiar ripple extends from his shoulder and Venom's face comes into view. His tongue slides over his teeth. His head bobs a little as he starts to speak.

Touch yourself. Or I will. His milky eyes narrow as if he knows what Eddie is about to say. But he does.

"I don't need to," he lies. He knows he's lying which means Venom knows he's lying. Venom doesn't like it when he lies to him, he takes it personal. Like when Eddie called him a parasite. He understands the meaning of jokes more now, but that first time he was aggressive. Dangerous. 

If you won't, then- Eddie can't let that happen, he can't let it boil over to that. So he grabs his cock in his hand and his stomach clenches from the neglected touch. It'd been so long. Besides holding himself to piss, he'd not touched himself. Venom is watching him closely. The skin around his mouth shifts with his teeth and Eddie has to close his eyes. But when he closes them he sees what Venom sees. Sees that Venom is looking at all of him, seeing his whole self and not just one part. His parted lips. His eyes screwed shut. The muscle of his thighs. The 'V' of his hips. His hand on his cock. It's too much so he opens his eyes again. A desperate sound escapes him.

Venom waits. Patient. Eddie's hand shakes as he starts to stroke himself. He tries to keep his mind empty, tries to imagine a wall or a fence to block out any desires he may have. That Venom could see. Venom knows what he's trying to do but he still says nothing. It's only a matter of time, probably. He puts his arm up to his mouth to suppress his noises and sharp irritation cuts through his haze of bliss.

There's a huge, strong hand over his hip and the fingers curl around his back. Eddie jumps again and turns his head to see one of Venom's arms has emerged from his side to hold him. There's several other thin, black tendrils snaking out around them both and Eddie's hand stops. The fingers on his back lightly scratch at the skin there. Eddie can't stop the shudder this time.

You're quiet, Eddie. Eddie swallows and grits his teeth. He tries. He tries hard to stop the onslaught of negative thoughts but they pour out like a water toppling over the top of a glass. Inevitable. Logically Eddie knows Venom can't want this. He only does because Eddie does. Because he is Eddie and Eddie is him, whatever. Otherwise why would he? He's using Venom like he uses everyone else in his life. Maybe if he just waited until Venom entered into his sleep mode he could just pop open his bottle of sleeping pills and just-

The hand that's not on his cock is jerked above his head with a power Eddie is all but used to by now. The fear is back and he wants to sink to the ground and fold in on himself but he's held up by Venom. He's always holding him up, the only thing that can hold him up. Eddie doesn't know if what he feels is gratefulness or resentment for it, that Venom decided to stay with him. When his hand moves over his cock without him, he bites his tongue. Looks down and sees black veins ghosting over his skin to let him know he's no longer in control. When a thin, slick apendage sinks into him from behind Eddie's back arches. It doesn't hurt, quite the opposite and Eddie's lower lip trembles when he realizes he can't stop the sound that escapes him. It swells inside him slowly, even slower compared to how slow it's pushing deeper into his body. Venom's satisfaction vibrates through him, even more so when that fullness in his ass pushes against that spot that makes his body shake. The initial press against it has Eddie clenching down against the pleasure of it. He drops his head to his chest. Venom allows him to for only a moment before his hand wrapped around his waist travels to his chin to lift his face back up.

Yes. Like this. Eddie is already so close, he won't be able to last long. He whimpers into the air between them and a possessiveness roars through Eddie's body that he realizes belongs to Venom. Belongs to them both. The slide inside him is languid and precise. The intensity of it continues to push air out of Eddie that comes out in choked off sounds like he's in pain. There's a pressure behind his balls that Venom pushes against with another swollen tentacle and Eddie's eyes roll back in his head.

You are so tight around me. Does this feel good? He asks as if he doesn't know, as if he isn't aware of everything he's feeling. Because Venom knows what to do to pull him apart, knows where to push to break through. The point puncuated by deep, gliding presses against his prostate and Eddie is hanging over the edge. Once he starts making sounds, he can't stop, and he sobs into the side of Venom's face which has moved to be close to his.

"Venom-" he pleads. He's panting, writhing against the wall. The warm water tingles against his chest. He's asking for something but Venom wants him to ask for it.

Eddie. Tell me. Eddie can only show him and it's a start. Venom accepts it as an answer. He's pushed hard against the shower wall; hard enough that his back creaks in protest. Venom hikes up his body until his feet leave the floor. His bare legs drape over with Venom's blackness and his legs are spread by Venom to accompany more of his corporeal body. His other arm joins the one already over his head and when Venom's own form encases his dick in slick, too perfect heat, Eddie's back arches. Involuntarily. And Venom fucks him with that same fullness. Hands are clamping over Eddie's thighs, holding him against Venom's body as Eddie is taken over the edge. His legs jerk, his arms fight the hold and Venom finally takes his mouth with his. Tongue sliding into his mouth and claiming it in a way no one else has as he cums. Venom's body seems to be sucking his release straight from his cock, the suction making his hips stutter with what little room Venom lets him move. Venom doesn't slow, doesn't relent as he swallows Eddie's screams with his tongue like it's the last time he can have them. His orgasm goes long past anything Eddie's ever experienced and his toes curl and the heat in his gut spreads through his body until he can't breathe. He's being wrung dry inside too, Venom stroking him, fucking him, against his prostate even as he tightens. There's a large hand behind his head, holding him close as he cries the remains of his euphoria into Venom's mouth.

He sags against Venom's body, gasping for air when his mouth is finally released. He's held like a child, and he's vaguely aware of being set down in his bed.

I like you like this. This is what you deserve. Your body is perfect for me, Eddie. Only for me. You were made for me. He's on his back, he can't move. There are powerful arms wrapping around his thighs again and something slips back into his body.

My tongue, Venom supplies. Again. I want to see it again. It doesn't take as long as Eddie thinks, but then again he's not thinking much. His whole body is thrumming with electricity, pleasure rushing under his skin and across his nerves. Venom finds the spot deep within him in moments. Eddie arches. He's reduced to sounds and he can't stop shaking.

Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Venom chants it over and over to him. Until tears leak from his eyes. Until his body is clenching down again too soon. Venom pulls his hips down to meet his tongue and Eddie can only lay there with an open mouth and with his fists clenched in the pillow above his head. He's denied his release over and over until his pants turn into high, needy moans. Until Eddie begs. Venom wants him to say it.

"Ve-" The bed is squeaking with the force of Venom's tongue and the way he's still being pulled to meet it.

Tell me. Let me, Eddie. Let me. I want to. Tell me. Eddie isn't even in his body anymore, his entire body is quivering. He doesn't have the mind to feel shame anymore.

"F-" He arches against the swell of Venom's tongue. "Fuck me through it." And that's all it takes, Eddie is cumming again on Venom's tongue. He can feel the prick of teeth against his skin and doesn't need to look down to know how close Venom is. He can't cover his mouth like he vaguely wants to; the sounds erupting from him will be embarrassing tomorrow when he sleeps this off. Venom moves into him through the contracting of his orgasm and Eddie feels the affection pouring from Venom, pouring from them both as he fades out.

 

- - - - - 

 

Eddie wakes in the middle of the night. His mind is fuzzy, his body is heavy. There's a tightening around him, around his back and legs and chest and Eddie makes a small sound.

Sleep.

 

He doesn't dream.