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“Is it hot in here or what?” Eddie scratched at his cheek impatiently while Anne shot him a withering look. Beyond them, Dan accepted a badge with a huge smile on his face, and the blonde only managed to elbow him before the doctor looked over to them, positively delighted.
Immediately Anne and Eddie shot him twin grins, Anne offering her boyfriend a thumbs-up before Dan turned away again, ushered to one side of the little auditorium stage to give way to another doctor to accept a badge after him.
“Takashi Shirogane,” Said the announcer as Anne turned to look back at Eddie, concern on her face.
“What the hell do you mean?” She hissed quietly, “I’ve been freezing my ass off this whole time and you’re here burning up?”
Eddie shrugged, itching again, and Anne’s exasperation melted into worry.
“Are you sick?” She asked, pressing her palm to his forehead, and Eddie shook his head, pulling away from her touch. “You’re burning up!”
“I swear, I’m not sick. I’m just hot.” Eddie bit out, and he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. “Jesus. I told them I was taking the day off today.”
Anne pouted in thought, biting her lip. A little bit of her lipstick got onto her teeth, and somewhere in the back of Eddie’s head, he remembered a time when he would kiss her to lick it off out of habit, but something else pulled him back from his thoughts.
Heat. Oh, now Venom was complaining. It’s so hot, Eddie.
“Maybe you’re overworking yourself.” Anne frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully, her red nails a lovely match with her lipstick. “Whatever it is you’re doing these days, anyway.” She sighed, and looked over to where Dan and his other co-worker stood together, proudly displaying their new nameplates. “Would it be too much to ask Dan if you could get looked over, or at least get something like an analgesic…”
“Relax,” Eddie said gruffly, his head spinning. “I’m—okay.”
Eddie. Venom sounded insistent, and god this felt way too familiar to the first time he had this Symbiote inside him.
“I’ll just go home.” He said, “Um, tell Dan he did a great job, and stuff.”
“Eddie,” Anne began, but Eddie managed a strained smile at her.
“Don’t worry, Anne. I’ll just sleep this off.”
We should feed. We hunger.
“Yeah, buddy.” Eddie muttered, and Anne cocked her head at him, her hair rolling over her shoulders smoothly. The man smiled at her awkwardly, shaking his head before giving her a small wave. “I’ll see you two later at dinner, maybe. If I’m feeling better.”
“I hope you do.” Anne sighed, “Dan wanted to share this with you, too.”
Dan’s nice.
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy like that.” Eddie wasn’t sure if he was replying to Venom or Anne, but it seemed to do the job, placating the blonde enough that she wouldn’t go chasing after him. Eddie gave her a mock salute, and tried his best not to stumble out of the venue, at least until he got to his motorbike.
Venom shot out of his hand to keep him steady as he nearly tripped over his bike, muffling a curse under his breath as he let Venom half-carry their body to straddle the seat properly.
We are unsteady. He noted, helpfully, and Eddie laughed derisively.
“I feel like we should at least get a Lyft or something.” He said, and he could feel Venom’s confusion in his head.
A lift?
“No, a Lyft. Just hail a car to get us home or whatever.”
What about the bike?
Since when did Venom start worrying about the domestics?
Since you came along.
“I didn’t mean for you to answer that.” Eddie mumbled, giving himself three tries to fumble with the keys of his bike before Venom gave up and did it for him. “Thanks, bud.”
We need to go home. Or eat something.
“I think I still have some tater tots in the fridge.” He revved the engine, and prayed to whatever deity that would listen that he would at least not crash before he got to his apartment.
No, we need flesh. Insides.
“I said, we’d only do that for bad guys.” The bike began to move, and Eddie began to drive it along slowly. Better to be safe than sorry, even if he had a Symbiote right inside him.
Then find some.
“I can’t just find one,” Eddie scoffed, and Venom let out a sound that was akin to a groan of protest. “Listen, Venom, we can’t just go picking people off the street—remember Drake and Riot? You really want to end up like those two?”
But we are hungry. Oh, now he was pulling the kicked puppy voice. Like that ever worked.
“Fine, let’s at least go hit up a restaurant or something.” Eddie turned a corner, and he jumped at the sound of a scream. Inside him, Venom seemingly lit up, and without any warning, Venom revved the motorbike to go faster, heading right towards the source of the scream—a little alleyway right around a pair of garbage cans.
“Venom!” Eddie hissed, but his protest died on his lips when his bike skidded to a halt to see three hulking, large men surrounding a positively terrified young woman.
Three. A full course meal, for once.
Eddie sighed exasperatedly, as the three thugs looked away from her to stalk towards them, their threats rolling unheard off his ears as he got off his bike reluctantly.
“Fine,” he said. “Mask!”
Copy.
Venom enveloped him, and the young woman gasped behind her fluffy mittens while the three men immediately looked terrified. Venom roared at them, his maw parted into a grin, and it was over before it even began.
Venom dove at the first man—the biggest, closest one—to immediately engulf him from his head down to halfway his torso, tearing him in half with a relieved hum as both of his arms shot out to the side to pin the other two through their solar plexus to the walls of the alleyway.
At the back of their mind, Eddie realised the girl was effectively trapped, but he was pretty sure this sight was enough to keep her quiet about it. They saved her, anyway.
When the man’s bottom half dropped to the ground, Venom immediately dove for the two men speared by his arms, tucking into their insides with a relieved sort of delight that would have Eddie reeling, but now he was just used to it.
He didn’t really want to accept that he was used to seeing people die, but living with Venom forced him to grow desensitized to most things. Venom, at least, was a clean eater, diving for the viscera first before the rest of the body until finally deeming himself done, sliding away from around Eddie with a pleased purr.
“Jeez,” Eddie winced, looking around at the blood in the alleyway, and then at the girl, who—to her credit—remained stock still in her place by the wall, only mildly shaking. He gave her a sheepish grin, and rubbed the back of his neck. “U-uh, hey. You okay?”
She only nodded, her platinum blonde hair up in pigtails bouncing with her movement, and he nodded.
“Nice. Okay. Um.” He gestured at his bike. “Seeya.”
“Wait—” She began, but Eddie was already on his bike, speeding away before her meek voice could reach him. She deflated at the sight of him leaving, and peered down at her hands, tightly gripping the strap of her purse. “Oh, Doctor Skirth… I hope your findings aren’t true…”
“It’s—”
Still—
“So—”
Hot!
Eddie found himself more often than not completing his Symbiote’s sentences when they were alone together, and despite the chilly November wind outside his apartment creeping in through his thin walls and ignoring his creaky, failing radiator, he felt more burnt up than ever. He peeled off his jackets—the outer winter coat Dan and Anne bought him a while back, and then his sweater, leaving only his shirt on, soaked through at the back with his sweat.
Groaning, he peeled his boots off his feet, kicking them off when they were mostly off, before making a beeline for his room, dropping himself onto the bed with a huff.
“What the hell’s goin’ on, Venom?” He mumbled into his pillows. “You better not be actually killing me.”
I don’t want to. Venom huffed. Why would I want to do that to you, Eddie?
A small smile crossed Eddie’s face when he felt Venom slip into his hand, rumbling the way that they knew comforted Eddie—the way cats normally did. No doubt Venom saw that part in Eddie’s mind—his and Anne’s cat was a purring machine when it felt like being sweet, and now that he had Venom, a whole body purring machine, Eddie found himself missing the cat less.
The Symbiote bumped his head against Eddie’s affectionately, and the man sighed exasperatedly.
“We’re both overheated right now, Venom.” He deadpanned, and the alien grumbled. “Get off me,” he joked, “You’re hot as hell right now.”
I don’t want to leave you. Venom sounded… desperate, for some reason.
“Relax, I couldn’t even get rid of you if I tried.”
But you have tried. And you succeeded.
Eddie paused at that, and finally lifted his head off his pillow to look at Venom, who wasn’t looking at him and instead at their joined hands. Inky black spaced between Eddie’s fingers in a perfect fit that seemingly simply belonged there, and he felt Venom squeeze his hand gingerly.
“It technically wasn’t me.” He said quietly, and Venom went still.
Yes, but you were glad, weren’t you.
There was no use lying to him.
“For a while, yeah.” He said, and he didn’t miss the way Venom deflated against him. “But I was happier when you came back to me.”
Oh, this was embarrassing to admit.
“Especially after I thought I lost you, when you said goodbye to me.”
Venom seemed to stop at that for a moment, and much to Eddie’s surprise, he leaned forward to bump his teeth over Eddie’s lips.
“What… what is that?” He asked.
Anne’s head said kissing people meant you love them. Venom always sounded curt, even when he was being affectionate. Still, that admission sat heavily on Eddie’s chest—not in any odd, painful way, though.
This—it felt like a cat settling into its favourite spot under the sun, curling up comfortably before taking a leisurely nap.
“You love me.” He repeated, and it almost felt unfair that it was just him that felt embarrassed about this.
Yes.
Curt and straight to the point. Eddie felt like he was burning up with the embarrassment and the fever. Groaning, he buried his face in his hands, feeling his blush creeping down his neck and over his chest, and he just knew that Venom was looming over him, looking down at him with the curiosity of a little puppy.
Do you love us, Eddie?
Living with Venom was still so strange, so foreign and new, and for a good amount of time after he lost Anne had wanted her back. If you asked Eddie this question a month ago, Venom-less and broken after Anne left him, he would have laughed in your face.
But now, after all that he and Venom went through—after seeing Anne happy with Dan, and being their friend—
“Yeah,” He replied, and didn’t second guess it. “I love us.”
So much could change in such little time. There was no one else who Eddie trusted more than Venom, and he knew the same went the other way around.
I’m glad.
Venom leaned forward again to bump their foreheads together, and Eddie chuckled fondly, kissing him between his opalescent eyes. He almost didn’t notice Venom morphing into a torso in front of him—just the torso—until Venom pinned him down to the bed.
“Wh-we really doin’ this?” He asked breathlessly, though he really couldn’t ignore the fact that aside from the rest of his body, his dick was starting to heat up, standing up as his erection began to grow. “H-hey, um,”
We want it. I know you feel it.
“W-well, yeah, but like—whoa!”
With a small huff, Venom tugged at Eddie’s jeans, grumbling at how hard they were to remove.
“Venom! Buddy! Hold on!”
We don’t like these pants.
“Yeah, well, Anne liked me in them—”
Dan, too.
“Yeah, and Da—what?”
Take them off us. Venom sounded like he was… whining? Eddie couldn’t wrap his head around it, but by god he was growing increasingly horny for some reason, and the heat under his skin was growing unbearable. With a frustrated groan, he waved Venom off himself to pull his pants down, the Symbiote wrapping around him like a hot, heavy second skin, and Eddie shivered at the feel of him.
Normally, this wouldn’t have turned him on—hell, he and Venom just fed before this, but right now, he felt oversenstive. He felt needy, and oh so stupidly horny, peeling off his skinny jeans with as much coordination as he would have when drunk.
Maybe he was drunk. Maybe the fancy hors d'oeuvre at Dan and that Shirogane guy’s promotion party were spiked with something neither Venom nor his stomach agreed with.
Or, maybe, this declaration of love between them sparked something that would take maybe a few more weeks to admit.
I mean, really, you don’t know a lot of people willing to love and fuck a literal space monster inside them. At least not publicly.
Eddie knew better than to give the Internet the benefit of the doubt.
We’re not a monster. Venom, of course, could hear what he was thinking.
“I know, babe. Just thinking.” Eddie muttered, finally kicking his jeans off with a relieved huff. “C’mon, shirt off.”
Venom slithered off his body with a reluctance of a pet kicked off its favourite perch, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh deliriously as Venom eagerly helped him pull his shirt off. Left in his boxers, Eddie lay back as Venom slithered over him with a pleased little hiss, wrapping himself around him like a blanket as he laced their fingers together.
Romantic, Eddie thought, as Venom bumped his head against his temple for a moment before slithering around him, engulfing him in a heat that made his skin prickle with anticipation.
Notwithstanding the fact that Eddie had no idea what he was doing, he went for the most obvious thing to do, for starters. He reached down to reach for his boxers, when Venom pulled his hand along to wrap around his clothed dick, shooting sheer pleasure up his spine, making him jolt in alarm.
Was that uncomfortable?
Sure, he asks if holding his dick was was weird, and not ask him if having sex with his Symbiote was weird.
Nothing is weird about us. Venom’s voice was a little kiss into his ear, a tongue curling around its helices, and Eddie shivered, his cock jerking against his and Venom’s hold on it. He felt a small spurt of precum leak out of him, and his blush deepened when he heard Venom hiss in his head. Oh, that was good.
“You, uh, ever had sex before?” Eddie managed past the slur of pleasure that he hadn’t felt in so long.
When you were a depressed alcoholic for a few months, and then thrown into a topsy-turvy life where you have an alien living inside you that you fell in love with, you tended to neglect the fact you have a dick, at least until the dust settled, and all that was left was the aftermath to deal with.
The first day of the rest of their lives, the first day after the fiasco that was Life Foundation.
Venom and Eddie made the choice together to keep the fact that Venom was alive a secret from Anne, and now there was… this.
Eddie didn’t know what to call this, but he wasn’t about to complain, really.
No. Venom replied simply. In Anne’s head, you were supposed to do it with someone you loved very much.
Oh, once upon a time, those words would have broken Eddie’s heart and put it back together again. Now, all it did was fill it with fondness, and Eddie chuckled fondly.
“Damn, still a romantic after all this time, huh.” He shook his head, planting a kiss somewhere on Venom that he could reach, as he gently led Venom to unwrap his hand his hand from his dick. “C’mon, lemme at least get my boxers off…”
Fine. Venom huffed, and Eddie just knew the Symbiote wanted to at least tear them off.
“Yeah, do that after we at least make enough cash to buy ourselves new things.”
We use money to buy chocolate and tater tots.
“Money can be exchanged for other goods and services.” Eddie grunted, almost laughing at what he said as he finally managed to pull his boxers down, shivering as his overheated cock was exposed to the chilly air. “Shit, why are we both freezing and burning up at the same time?”
We don’t know. Doesn’t matter.
Venom slid down his body, wrapping an inky black tendril around his cock, and Eddie let out a shuddering gasp, stiffening up in the loose, reassuring hold that Venom had around him, cupped around his body like a comfortable black sleeve. He threw his head back against Venom’s form, gasping as Venom began to pump him without warning.
“S-shit, I—oh, my god—”
Anne has taught me a lot of things. Venom said, though his voice sounded so strained, as if also having a hard time keeping a hold of himself the same way Eddie was struggling to not cum.
Oh, it’d been so long—he wasn’t going to last very long. It would’ve been embarrassing, but with how enamoured Venom was with him, he was sure the Symbiote wouldn’t mind anyway.
Not that he knew there was anything to be ashamed of climaxing early, that was a human construct—but well, now that he thought of it, he was sure Venom knew now.
All Eddie got in response was a rumbling chuckle and a whole-body purr that only pushed him ever closer to the edge, and Eddie stiffened up, arching against Venom’s body around him.
“Shit!” he swore, “I’m so—I’m so close,”
Please, let us feel it. We want it, Eddie.
Oh, that pleading voice. That conqueror ordering him to take the leap over the edge, and as his beloved nation, all Eddie could do was follow.
With a small whine, Eddie came into Venom’s fist, staining black with white cum as he shuddered, before going boneless with pleasure.
“Oh, my god.” He panted. “Wow.”
Wow.
Even Venom sounded breathless. Eddie laughed weakly, rolling over to reach for the box of tissues on his bedside table, when suddenly Venom wrapped around him, making him gasp.
“H-hey, wait! Wh-what’s—”
Venom concentrated his form around Eddie’s crotch area, and the pieces slid into place. Eddie’s eyes widened, and he reached down to stop him—when he felt something wet wrap around his cock.
“Oh, god.” Eddie moaned, burying his face into his pillow as Venom lifted his hips, licking him clean with that long, dexterous tongue, and oh fuck, he was wet all over. That long, slick tongue wrapped around his dick once, twice—and gave him a teasing tug, making his body jerk in response to the sound of Venom’s low, rumbling chuckle. “Fuck, Venom, this—we—”
We feel so good. Venom rumbled, purring around his body, around his dick. Eddie could only hold on tight to his pillow, oversensitive from his first orgasm but still oh so painfully hard at a sensation unlike anything he ever felt before.
This was nothing like having sex with Anne, or with anyone else, really.
Let it be known that those weirdos on the Internet really were onto something, after all.
Venom licked him clean, humming all the way through, and Eddie could feel the vibrations straight in his spine, tingling deliciously at the small of his back and leaving him boneless with pleasure. He lay slumped down in bed, upright only thanks to Venom holding him up, that he almost didn’t notice Venom forming hands and parting his asscheeks.
“H-huh?” He blinked, an odd sense of relaxation washing over him thanks to Venom’s ministrations, and the Symbiote looked down at him with a cocked head.
Anne thought of something before. He explained, no doubt feeling Eddie’s subdued panic. She called it eating ass.
“Oh, my god.”
Venom dove down to slide his tongue between Eddie’s cheeks, and he let out a shout of alarm when he felt that wet, wet tongue poke his hole with meek trepidation. He squirmed in Venom’s grip, shivering when he felt no give from the Symbiote’s hold. Oh, he was definitely trapped now, unable to move from not just Venom’s hold on him, but the anticipation—
The want.
Eddie? Even still, Venom was sweet. We want this, right?
Eddie laughed softly into his pillow, before looking back at Venom over his shoulder.
“Hell yeah.” He replied.
Even with me?
“Because it’s you.” Shit, that was cheesy, but the swell in their heart told him everything. Venom purred gleefully, and dove back in, sliding the tip of his tongue into him to tear a groan out of Eddie’s throat.
Yeah, it was weird, but by god did weird feel so good.
Venom could feel it too—the sweet, addicting pleasure that came with the sensation of that wet, slick tongue sliding into him smoother than butter or lube, and Eddie shivered, relishing the feel of Venom holding him down with his tendrils to the bed. He could struggle and squirm all he wanted, and there would be no give.
Not that he wanted Venom to—it felt good to be held down like this, especially when Venom technically had as much limbs as he wanted to—
“Fuck!”
Venom’s tongue reached deep inside him to press hard against his prostate, and his cock jerked in interest, swaying in the air as Eddie’s hips stuttered against Venom’s tongue.
That felt good.
“Do it again,” Eddie panted out their thoughts, and Venom obeyed, thrusting his tongue into Eddie, and the man’s spine went ramrod straight. “Yes! Like—nngh—that.”
Venom nodded, and lifted Eddie’s hips higher to fuck his ass with his tongue easier. The helplessness of his position only made him impossibly harder at the feel of it, and all Eddie could do was lie there and take it, feeling Venom’s tongue plow into his ass and pressing against his prostate mercilessly.
Eddie felt like his breath was punched out of his lungs with every thrust into him. It felt like Venom️’s tongue pierced him right to his very core, and Eddie thought—in a brief, stunning moment of clarity—that he could get used to this.
Yeah, getting fucked by a Symbiote tongue? Definitely firmly in the top ten of his top tens.
For a moment, Venom’s teeth brushed against his skin, and it made Eddie let out an undignified squeak that only made Venom’s warm feelings for him swell.
Oh, shit—yep, those weirdos on the Internet—Eddie should really trust them more.
He could feel his orgasm approaching, his cock swinging to the rhythm Venom set as he fucked his ass, but suddenly, the Symbiote stopped, and the heady haze of pleasure that clouded Eddie’s mind cleared.
“Wh—why’d you stop?” Now, it was Eddie that was whining, but when he looked over his shoulder at Venom, his eyes widened to see a huge cock poking at his ass, and looming above him was Venom, peering at him with pleading eyes. “U-um.”
Please. He knew what they both wanted. Their heart beat as one, their mind united, and yet still Venom wanted to ask him. He wanted to make sure Eddie was okay with it too.
“Yeah.” He nodded, more to reassure him than anything else.
The both of them knew what the other wanted. They were so intimately connected, far deeper than any connection of the heart, or the body.
They were Venom—they were Eddie Brock, and there was something deeply moving about how in sync they were.
Philosophy aside, though, all those thoughts flew out of Eddie’s head when Venom slid home, his sizeable girth thinning out first to slide inside him—deep inside him, before thickening up slowly again.
Venom gave him leeway, apparently. He knew it was Eddie’s first time taking a dick like this—why Anne hadn’t tried escaped his mind, with a sight like what he was seeing right now, his big cock sliding into Eddie’s hole like it belonged there, he didn’t know—and adjusted accordingly.
If Eddie forgot how to breathe when Venom ate him out, now he just couldn’t.
“Oh, my god, oh my god—” later he would derisively berate himself on stellar, intellectual commentary, but for now all he could focus on was Venom, and the steadily growing pressure in his ass. Oh, he was big. He could be big.
He could go however Eddie wanted, and that should not have been as hot as it was, but fuck it, he was already here, he might as well own it.
Eddie, you’re tight. Venom’s voice was strained, drowned by his pleased purring that reverberated through Eddie’s skin and deep into his bones. It was like there was a vibrator up in there with Venom’s dick, and it felt too much and too little all at the same time. Eddie, you feel so good.
“Y-you too,” Eddie panted, “V-Venom, hey, your—”
He didn’t know how to tell him to go thicker—fuck, he hasn’t even started moving, but Venom knew anyway. His rumbling growl threatened to shatter into a roar as he grew considerably, stretching Eddie out and pressing hard against his prostate, and he just knew he was ruined for anyone else.
“Shit!” He gasped, feeling that cock inside him grow, and god he felt so full, so achingly, deliciously full. A size queen, he didn’t think he would be, but there he was, impaled on alien dick and loving it.
A win, in everyone’s books, he thought.
I want to—we want to—
“We wanna move,” Eddie panted, “Move, baby, c’mon—”
Venom finally let out that roar he had been keeping pent up inside him, and Eddie shivered as he felt Venom’s torso pressed against his back, his huge hands pressing his own hands down into the bed as he mounted him fully. There was weight bearing down on him from his legs, to his back, and his hands, and Eddie felt trapped underneath him, helpless—
So lost in pleasure, as Venom rocked into him more powerfully than he had with his tongue, his dick pulling out only to the tip before sliding right back in again. The Symbiote growled lowly, thrusting with reckless abandon as their combined pleasure slowly built, Eddie’s cock bobbing underneath them angry red and leaking hard.
“Venom—Venom, we’re so close—a-ahh—”
We don’t need to be touched. We can finish like this.
“I don’t think I ca—caaan!” Eddie’s words stuttered like marbles on glass, tumbling and jumping little bounds over a slippery, sliding surface, and with one last slam of Venom’s cock against his prostate, Eddie suddenly came, catching him by surprise. Venom let out a bone-shaking roar, and buried himself deep inside him before spilling his own cum, searing heat painting his insides with a delicious warmth that Eddie had never felt before.
Oh, god, that felt like a lot. Venom let out a groan of protest, stuttering his hips into Eddie’s, and the man winced, reaching behind him to smack his side lightly.
Again.
“No, you idi—I can’t go again.” Eddie complained, and Venom huffed, uncoiling from around him and unsheathing himself with a little whimper of protest. His human chuckled, patting the Symbiote’s head gently as he slid back inside Eddie under his skin. “Right. What did you do to me?”
He unclenched his ass, and hissed at the sensation of hot cum sliding out of him, wincing as he pulled his hips off the bed to keep himself from soiling them.
“Oh, fuck. That’s a lot.”
We came lots. Now Venom knew what that was. Great. Felt great. Love you Eddie.
And apparently forgot how to speak in full sentences. Eddie shook his head fondly, and heaved himself out of bed.
He was glad the heat abated somehow—it wasn’t as blistering as before, but he knew that wasn’t just because he calmed down and the heating was working. There was still that fever, and he had to simply sweat it out.
His dick gave an interested twitch, but his body groaned in protest.
“Fine, I’ll sleep it off first.” He muttered, bitter to find out Venom was already asleep inside him. “After a bath.”
When Eddie woke up the sky outside was dark and his phone was ringing. He jolted awake, his hand darting out to answer it, and deflated at the sound of Anne and Dan’s voices.
“Hey, Eddie.” Dan greeted, “How you feelin’?”
“I’m doing okay, I think.” Eddie blinked sleep out of his eyes, and peered at the digital clock on the bedside table. “6PM. Huh.”
“Yeah, we were wondering if you’re feeling okay enough to come to dinner with us.” Anne said, “ Looks like all you needed was sleep, huh.”
And sex, but they didn’t need to know that.
“Y-yeah.” Eddie laughed slightly, running his hand through his hair. “I’ll, um, I’ll get over there.” He paused, “Where is there?”
Anne’s laughter was beautiful. It rang nicely with Dan’s.
“Red Lobster.”
“What, really?” Eddie huffed, “And here I was getting my suit ready.”
“You don’t have one.” He heard Anne blow him a raspberry.
“Well, I mean, Red Lobster? Really? Mister New Head of the Radiology Department?” Eddie rolled out of bed, sandwiching his phone between his ear and shoulder to stagger over to his closet to rummage through it. “That’s a craving if I’ve ever seen one.”
“That’s because you’re right.” Anne sounded exasperated. “I think you’re rubbing off on him, Eddie.”
“Well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Dan laughed, and Eddie laughed along with him.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few. See you two soon.”
“See ya, Eddie.”
As soon as he hung up, he felt more than heard Venom’s rumbling growl through his body. He jumped, and felt Venom’s tendril run sensually up his side.
Again? Venom asked gingerly, and Eddie sighed exasperatedly as the Symbiote moved out of him to look at him pleadingly with those opalescent eyes of his. At that, Eddie laughed, and lightly batted Venom’s head aside.
“You are not cute.”
Again, please.
“Hey, we’re heading out to dinner with Anne and Dan, okay? We can do that later when we get home.” He explained, pulling out a new pair of jeans and pulled them on. When he made a move to reach for a relatively clean shirt, Venom hissed, and made his hand move over to the other side of the closet to have him grab his leather jacket. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him, but took it out, and the v-neck shirt that Venom made him reach for beside it. “Are you… having us show off?”
So we look good tonight, Eddie.
Eddie couldn’t help but grin at that as he pulled his clothes on.
“Well, I mean, I guess.”
Don’t make us wait.
The low-lying threat in Venom’s voice made Eddie shiver, and he jumped when he felt Venom’s tendril slide against his hole. “H-hey! Wait a sec!” He’d like to keep protesting, but that would make him a hypocrite—especially when his dick began to act all interested again, and he knew Venom could feel it too.
We want this hole filled. It’s so hot.
There was something wrong with Venom, definitely. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Eddie wished he could see Dr. Skirth again, but regrets were left in the past, and there wasn’t much he could do about her death. He’d attended her funeral, met with her children and friends, colleagues—
“Hold on a minute.” He blinked, and hurried to his laptop, the boner straining against his jeans notwithstanding.
He was actually rather grateful he wore the tighter pair—yeah, it bore down on his dick like nobody’s business, but by damn did it do a good job at hiding the fact he had a boner.
Eddie.
Venom’s voice sounded low. Threatening. His dick gave a jolt of interest, and Eddie hissed. Shit, the pain was blending into pleasure. He’d better not get used to this.
“Wait, wait, wait…” He muttered, and unlocked it, quickly scanning through the folders of pictures he had on there—and swore. “Fuck. I forgot Anne was the one taking pictures for us.”
What are we looking for?
He felt Venom’s tendril slide inside him smoothly again, and he shivered, collapsing against his desk. “S-shit! Venom, g-getting a little—um—”
We want to be joined together. Let us have this.
“I can’t run around with something like a dildo inside m—ooh.”
God, Venom was getting good at shutting him up, especially when his tendril, still so slim and so teasingly smooth inside him, pressed against his prostate, and Eddie struggled to keep himself upright.
Yes, we can. You’re so warm inside, Eddie.
Shit, Venom was horny. He hoped he could make it through this dinner without embarrassing himself.
“W-well, you c-can stay inside, I guess.” He mumbled, his cheeks beet red, and Venom let out a small cheer, much to his embarrassment. “But you can’t make me fucking cum right there, okay? You’d better be patient, too.”
Yes, sir.
Oh, fuck.
“S-say that again?”
Come on, Eddie. They’re waiting for us. There was a grin in Venom’s voice, and he almost wanted to punch himself in the face for it. Instead, that earned himself a little boop from his Symbiote on his nose, and a laugh escaped his lips.
This was his life now, he guessed. Walking around town, getting on a bike, with a dick in his ass.
Another Tuesday evening.
“Yeah, I mean, everyone saw my promotion coming, but no one saw Shiro’s coming.” Dan was saying, nodding against the rim of his bowl of clam chowder. “It was out of nowhere! Sorta. He’s a bit young to be running the Oncology department alone, but I’d seen what he’s made of. If there’s anyone everyone’s immensely proud of, it’s him.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve met him.” Anne nodded, before taking a sip of wine. “He’s a really sweet guy.”
“You into him?” Eddie quipped, and Anne blew him a raspberry. Dan laughed pleasantly, setting his empty bowl down to smack playfully at Eddie’s arm. “Oh, no, Dan! You’ve got competition!”
“Nah, Dr. Shiro’s gay as a rainbow.” Anne deadpanned, “Besides, Dan is just fine.”
Once upon a time, that would have dampened Eddie’s night completely, but he’d moved on now. He was happier as her friend, and even happier about the monster dick currently growing slightly inside him.
Oh, it was hard to keep a straight face through this whole thing. Venom vibrated like a toy whenever he started purring out of the blue, making the motorbike ride to the Red Lobster more awkward and far kinkier than it should have been. Vivid images of him riding Venom flashed through his mind after that, and the Symbiote almost went mad with lust and almost broke free of Eddie to fuck him in the alleyway before the both of them were spooked by a raccoon they disturbed when Eddie bumped into a garbage can.
That was before dinner began, but after Eddie got his hands on one of Anne’s order of crab legs, sucking it into his mouth, Venom grew listless.
Eddie had visibly jumped when Venom suddenly expanded inside him, plugging him up like a toy would, and he covered up his surprise with a particularly hard suck that had him choking.
Anne and Dan had turned to him in concern, more worried about the choking than the dick inside his ass, and Eddie made a mental note to deny Venom of his chocolate the next time they did a desserts run.
We wouldn’t, Venom had purred, and fucked into him once, pressing hard against his prostate for the rest of the evening.
Was it uncomfortable? Absolutely.
Was it worth it? Hell fucking yes.
Thank goodness Anne and Dan never noticed a thing, and it was probably by some small mercy that Venom did little else than that—plug him up for the rest of the evening, keeping him open and loose and ready for that night when they came home.
If they even made it home, anyway.
“Yeah, see ya around!” Eddie gave them a wave before Anne rolled up her window, waving back at him. “Send the pictures over when you can, alright?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” Anne nodded, giving him a mock salute before the window rolled shut. Eddie watched them drive away, sweat pooling at the back of his neck in anticipation.
We should go home now. Venom was insistent, impatient—but Eddie can play at his game.
“I dunno, buddy,” he replied, “We’re a bit overheated. We should take a little walk.”
A little walk, he said, and the next thing he knew he was being pressed against an alleyway wall, cheek to grimy brickwork.
“Wh—”
We’re so horny, Eddie. We can’t hold back now.
Oh, it was hot—so, so hot again, and Eddie only had a moment to breathe before Venom suddenly pulled down the back of his pants and his underwear, exposing Eddie’s ass to the cold air. Eddie let out a gasp before Venom started pounding into him again, materialising behind Eddie as a torso and pinning, powerful arms.
“A—aah, ah, ah, ah—” it was all too sudden, all too good to hold his voice back, and Eddie couldn’t help but let out little gasps as Venom fucked into him with that raw, vicious power as he had earlier. Blood was rushing through his veins, pleasure and desire roared under his skin, rumbling along with the sound of Venom’s voice in his ears, their head.
Eddie—Eddie, so good, so good—
Eddie gasped when Venom suddenly came inside him, dick swelling so sweetly big that it tore a moan from Eddie’s throat, plugging him up nice and tightly.
We go home, now.
Venom fused back into Eddie under his leather jacket and pulled his jeans up to look decent. Eddie, cheeks ruddy and still oh so painfully hard, winced as he gathered himself together. It was Venom who made him walk forward, straddle the bike only to sit on Venom’s dick again, and Eddie bit back his moan when he felt Venom’s cum slosh inside him, and his cock push it impossibly further inward.
“V-Venom, babe, I-I can’t drive—”
Let me.
He felt Venom’s hands wrap around his, and he sighed, leaning back into the sensation of Venom wrapped around his back under his jacket, letting his Symbiote drive them the rest of the way home.
Getting back up to the apartment was a team effort, Venom and Eddie working together to lug their body upstairs and into their home. When the door shut behind them, Venom immediately pushed Eddie back against the door and the human kissed him, eagerly letting the tongue into his mouth while his hand, melding with Venom’s, went straight to his weeping, leaking dick.
Hissing, he palmed himself through the rough denim, and he buckled against Venom’s unyielding weight.
Open pants.
All Eddie could do was obey. He reached down with his other hand to undo his jeans button and zipper, moaning when the pressure let off his straining cock. Together, human and Symbiote pulled his erection out from its prison, and jerked himself off roughly.
“Ahh—I’m so close—I’m gonna—”
We go together. Venom squeezed his hand, the one wrapped around his dick, and Eddie came with a shout, painting the space between them white. Venom hissed, and thrust his cock—knotted and stuffed inside Eddie like a plug—shallowly into him once, twice—and came again.
“S-shit,” Eddie groaned, feeling his stomach bloat somewhat. “V-Venom, I’m so—we’re so full.”
We want to be full. Venom kissed his sweaty temple. We want to be this connected always.
“There’s… gotta,” Eddie panted, “There’s gotta be a way around this.”
He cupped his Venom’s head in his hand.
“B-buddy—babe, there’s something up with you.” He managed, but that was all he did when Venom slid his tongue into his mouth. Eddie shivered, shuddering as his spent cock gave a desperate little jerk, still interested—oh so interested in Eddie getting fucked again within an inch of his life, but his stamina had something else to say about his libido. Venom slid his tongue down his throat, and he shivered, falling limp against his Symbiote for a moment before Venom pulled away when he felt that Eddie needed to breathe.
The man coughed for a moment, inhaling oxygen a little too quickly, but he raised his hands to shield his mouth when Venom made a move to slide inside again. “S-shit, Venom, I can’t. We can’t.”
Venom purred sadly, but relented, falling quiet, but that was all he did, dick still lodged firmly inside Eddie’s ass.
“Sorry, babe, if we keep going it’s gonna hurt.” He said to placate his Symbiote, and Venom whined. “That’s just how it is.”
Love Eddie. Never hurt Eddie. Venom’s orgasm-induced eloquence strikes again, Eddie thought, but he chuckled fondly, turning to kiss whatever part of Venom he could reach. Sleepy?
“Yeah, let’s get to bed.” He replied, and made his way—stiffly—over to their room, wincing at the feel of Venom’s cum sloshing inside him. “Um, you gonna let me up or not?”
All he received was a tiny grunt of protest, and Eddie sighed.
“Fine, then. Guess I’ll just go to sleep or whatever.”
Venom didn’t reply—already fast asleep, the cheating bastard—and Eddie shook his head, only shucking off his jacket and kicking his boots off before dropping himself onto his bed.
He was out before he hit the pillow.
Eddie woke to the sound of something slurping.
Belatedly he thought to himself he should really start getting used to waking up to alarms, but that thought immediately fled his mind when he realised there was that tongue wrapped around his dick again, and the room was unbearably hot—again.
“What the fuck,” he said intelligently, blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes. “I thought we were over this?”
Slowly he sat up to see Venom’s tongue wrapped around his morning wood—oh, hey, morning—jerking him off with a little whine that sent sparks of pleasure tingling in the small of Eddie’s back. That certainly woke him up, jolting him upright as he unwittingly thrust up into Venom’s wet, warm and welcome grip with his tongue.
“Shit!”
Rise and shine, Eddie. Venom greeted him like they were discussing the weather, and Eddie glowered down at him. We hunger.
“Not right now we don’t.” Eddie huffed, yanking Venom’s head off his dick, and the Symbiote whined in protest. “Listen, I’m not up for it. We have to figure out what’s up with us.”
Nothing’s wrong with us. Nothing wrong with this.
Venom jerked his dick—still inside him, what the fuck—and Eddie let out a moan.
“D-didn’t mean that, babe.” He stammered, “I mean—we’ve been having this fever on and off. You’re—horny all the time—”
So are you. We are horny all the time.
Eddie’s cheeks turned red, and he shook his head. “That’s beside the point.”
That’s the entire point.
Eddie rolled his eyes, and got out of bed. “We need to see a doctor.” He deadpanned, and Venom huffed.
Dan?
“No!” Eddie burst out, and sighed as he stepped through the doorway to head out into the living room. “No. Not Dan.”
Doctor Skirth? Venom asked, and Eddie deflated.
“Yeah… someone like her.” He said, and headed to his laptop, where he lit up to see that Anne had sent him an email. “Alright, let’s see here…”
He sat down, wincing at the squelch Venom’s dick made inside him, before focusing on the message in front of him, ignoring the other ones from contacts and story sources. This was top priority.
What’s that?
“I had Anne take some photos with us for Dr. Skirth’s funeral a while back.” He replied, clicking on the Google Drive link Anne provided him (“the files are too big, the DSLR hasn’t got anything on my iPhone, and you can’t deny that”, she’d said) and impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited for the page to load. “I remembered something yesterday.”
The girl in the alleyway.
The cheat was reading his damn mind, because of course he was.
We share the same mind, my love. Now he was dropping the terms of endearment. It’s kind of hard not to hear what you’re thinking.
“Don’t sass me.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile into his hand, shaking his head as the page finally loaded. “Yeah, her. I thought she was familiar—20-something and still wearing pigtails? You’d never forget a face like that. Cute girl, but not really the type I’m into.”
You thought she was 16.
“Same difference.”
It’s really not.
Eddie rolled his eyes, and scrolled through the pictures. She was quick to find—the dark-skinned, doe-eyed platinum blonde in pigtails and a fluffy black dress standing behind Skirth’s children, holding her youngest by her shoulders. He frowned, and cocked his head at the photo.
“She’s not family, that’s for sure.” He muttered, “Too young to be buddies with her.”
Colleague?
“Nah, our closer bet is student.” Eddie replied, “Seems like a weird coincidence we’d run into her yesterday.”
Maybe she’s looking for us.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the screen, at her sombre face.
“Now that’s just suspicious.”
Venom hummed dismissively, and a tendril of his pushed his laptop shut. Eddie looked at the Symbiote witheringly while Venom leered at him.
Hungry.
“Horny.” Eddie deadpanned. He knew what Venom was thinking, feeling. There was really no way around it—there were no secrets between them, all sensations bared raw and unfiltered. He could feel it—the incessant tug of heat and desire that plagued Venom’s mind, and he couldn’t understand why.
On one part, he was definitely worried about him—a man cared for his body like a devotee does their temple of worship.
That, and he loved Venom as much as the Symbiote loved him. They only had each other in this life of sharing, of moments spent never alone, and he had to take care of him.
That too. We should feed.
“Yeah, that first.” Eddie nodded, and headed to the kitchenette, humming slightly as he rummaged through the cabinets, and then the freezer. “We’ve got some Eggos.”
Not nearly enough. Hungry. We want flesh.
Eddie frowned, and shook his head.
“Venom, we talked about this.”
But we’re so hungry. So, so hungry.
God, it felt like it was worse than the first day he had Venom. There was something gnawing at his nerves, something dark and lurking under his skin like a squirming little worm, and Eddie shivered.
We feel it, the hunger. The heat. It’s so hot, Eddie.
It was like Venom was sick—stockpiling so much food, burning up. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, just that something was wrong with him.
“Fuck, I should’ve listened to my college biology classes…” Eddie shook his head, and pulled out the box of Eggos anyway. Venom grumbled in protest, and he sighed. “Listen, we’re going to look for that pigtail chick and ask her what’s up with us. Over food. Happy?”
Marginally.
Good enough.
Eddie fell quiet as he prepared their breakfast, filling up his kettle with water after sliding in a pair of Eggos into the toaster. He peered into the box, and huffed in amusement to find one left. “Do we finish everything?”
Only if we’re going to pour chocolate on at least three.
“Well, aren’t we lucky.” Eddie chuckled, and made a move to bend down—
And immediately remembered his immediate problem, mainly, Venom’s dick still inside him. He winced at the feel of his hole, raw and oversensitive, stretched out by Venom’s cock still plugging him up tight, and it took Venom to still hold him upright.
“S-shit.” He hissed, and leaned on the kitchen counter for support. “Hey, I don’t suppose you can let up now?” He turned to see the Symbiote looking at him with concerned eyes. “Your plug, my ass. Your cum’s still inside me, sloshing around and it’s getting kinda gross to think about.”
Fine. Eddie could practically hear the pout in Venom’s voice.
He could feel Venom’s cock receding, and then when the slow, steady start of the oncoming gush followed, he immediately clenched up in alarm. Venom let out a pleased growl and subconsciously thrust into Eddie’s ass again, and he choked slightly, buckling over to collapse onto the kitchen counter.
Eddie, you said out.
“I-I know what I said.” He stammered. “But then—shit—we’d make a mess.”
Sounds fun.
Eddie smacked the Symbiote upside his head.
“Says the guy who does none of the cleaning.” He muttered darkly, and Venom meekly lowered his head. “I’m getting in the shower.”
Venom lit up, and nodded enthusiastically as they headed into the bathroom. Wincing, Eddie peeled his jeans off while Venom clumsily made some vain attempt at pulling their shirt off. When he’d managed to get rid of his jeans and underwear, Eddie reached up to easily tug his shirt off, hissing at the sensation of the cold air hitting his overheated skin.
“In, in,” He grumbled, hurrying barefoot over the cold tile flooring to step into the shower, sighing in relief as he turned the faucet and let hot water wash over him. “Damn.”
Can I pull out now, Eddie?
Oh, right. Monster dick butt plug.
“Yeah, alright, out.”
Venom pulled out of him with a pleased hiss, and Eddie shuddered at the sensation of cum dripping out of him. The water washed it all away quickly enough, but Eddie could see just how much was inside him.
“That’s… a lot.” He breathed. “More than the other day.”
Came inside you twice. Venom purred. Wanna come inside you more.
Eddie swallowed thickly.
Well, his morning wood hadn’t quite died down yet, and they were in the shower—
Is that a yes?
Oh, what the hell.
“Yeah, it’s a yes for me.”
Thank you, Eddie. Love you.
Now that he thought about it—he did wonder what Venom’s cock looked like. Sure, it had been inside him a good amount of times, but Eddie never got to see it for himself. He knew it at least had the ability to change its shape, but surely it had a default shape it preferred to take?
One that could, possibly, fit inside Eddie’s mouth, for starters?
Venom pulled away from him suddenly, turning to look at him. Eddie shivered, panting slightly as he saw the Symbiote shudder for a moment, purring in approval as he became mostly corporeal again, a large, hulking creature that towered over Eddie.
Oh, so this was what he looked like with Venom wrapped around him.
He was huge. He could only imagine what his cock looked like, and anticipation writhed in Eddie’s stomach.
I know what we’re thinking.
“Yeah, I’d always wondered what it looked like.” Eddie murmured, watching as Venom formed his lower half, distractedly getting down on his knees to meet his crotch at eye level evenly. “Didn’t look like this when we first had sex.”
Today, Venom’s cock was of a medium girth and length, something not too dissimilar to Eddie’s dick, now that he thought about it.
We know what we want. I will always be what you want.
Oh, the way that rumbled in Eddie’s head. His own dick gave an interested jerk as he reached out to wrap his hand around Venom’s cock, the Symbiote groaning in pleasure at the friction he so desperately needed. His hand buried itself in Eddie’s hair and pulled his head closer to his cock, which twitched in interest in Eddie’s loose grip.
The fever came back with a vengeance, and Eddie shivered as his own arousal grew unbearable. He could feel his hand around Venom’s cock like as if he had his own hand around his cock, and when he squeezed it, he felt it, hissing in perfect synchrony with Venom in pleasure.
Eddie, give it a taste. It tastes as good as you do.
Eddie could only nod dumbly, unsure why he found that so stupidly hot, but he nodded despite the Symbiote’s hand on his head. He let Venom guide him closer, parting his lips to slide the head of his cock into his mouth. It sat heavily on his tongue, a hot weight that filled his mouth with a strange, musky flavour that Eddie found himself getting used to quickly.
In fact, if he thought about it a little more, he really, really liked it.
You have a cocksucker’s mouth, Eddie. Venom purred, and Eddie jolted when Venom’s cock gave an interested quirk in his mouth, and it slid sinfully easily deeper inside him. On reflex he gave the cock inside his mouth a hard suck, and immediately felt it on his own dick. A warm wet heat not unlike the feeling of a mouth around it, like Venom’s tongue jerking him off.
No, that sensation wasn’t just Venom, he realised. That was the both of them, sharing in the feeling as Eddie sucked Venom off. He moaned around his dick when he felt Venom’s tendrils creeping over him, reaching down to slide into his ass. Thin, hot tendrils that teased his fluttering entrance open, stretching him like his plug had since that morning. Venom hissed in pleasure as he gently fucked Eddie open, holding him up when his knees slipped over wet bathroom tiles, and Eddie nearly choked on the dick inside his mouth.
He felt it—the spasms his throat made around Venom’s cock, around his own cock, what the fuck —and nearly came, were it not for Venom suddenly wrapping a tendril around the base of his cock and squeezing tightly.
He pulled off Venom’s cock with an embarrassing whine, but he was too far gone in his pleasure to really care.
“Venom, buddy—please—”
We wanna cum inside. We wanna cum together. Eddie felt Venom lace his hand between his fingers, pulling him up onto his shaking feet, and let out a shuddering sigh when Venom drew his tongue under his chin, tickling his Adam’s apple. Eddie so good. Eddie, I love you.
“Love you too,” Eddie panted, and gasped when Venom slid home inside him again, his cock back to the size it was last night, stretching him wide and so, so good. “Venom!” he shouted, feeling the head of his Symbiote’s cock press hard against his prostate, and his spine went ramrod straight, collapsing against his shower stall’s moldy walls. “S-shit, babe, I—”
So good. Feels so good.
Venom thrust up into him, and Eddie’s cock bounced with the movement. All Eddie could do was hold on, grip ineffective against wet tiles as Venom fucked him against the wall, his moans coming out a stuttering “ah—ah—Ven—ah, fuck, yes—” as Venom plowed into him.
It was hot, so so hot, despite the water rushing over them.
“Venom—I’m close—we’re close—”
So close—
Venom and Eddie felt their orgasms hit them at the same time, the sensation doubled as their experiences went overlapping one another, twin gasps and a roar rattling the walls of Eddie’s little apartment.
The water washed it all away, and Eddie winced when he felt Venom melt away from him, slipping under his skin to let his cum leak out of him with a contented sigh.
So good, Eddie. Love you.
Eddie laughed weakly, and leaned against the wall.
“Love you too.”
The scent of something burning suddenly caught his attention, and Eddie’s eyes widened.
“Fuck,” Eddie breathed. “The Eggos.”
He hurried out of his shower, uncaring if he was sopping wet or that he was buck naked, and made his way to the kitchen.
Ding, went the toaster, and two burnt waffles popped out.
Eddie looked at them witheringly.
At least the stove wasn’t lit?
Yeah, he was definitely depriving Venom of his chocolate at this week’s grocery run.