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When they become the new King in Black, that came with a myriad of cosmic realisations but above all they realised that the hivemind is right to want to expand, with it they could stop everything evil in the world and if they played their cards right then they would able to fix the galaxy far beyond this floating rock by assimilating all of it into the great symbiotic collective.
But they couldn’t just storm around, waging war and start forcing people to bond with symbiotes, they’d have be sneaky, subtle, build up bases and choose smart targets and seduce and break their minds into the hive with the greatest pleasures they’ll ever feel, so much so they’ll want nothing more than to serve their new King.
And well having a harem of super-powered men practically worshipping them is just too much to resist.
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Of course being the new King in Black and god of symbiotes came with great power over primordial darkness and a celestial slaying Necrosword and not to mention an entire hivemind of symbiotes under his control but those were currently an entire galaxy away.
But this just meant they were going to have to be careful to not repeat the mistakes of Knull who came with an invasion force of dragons and evil space goo trying to kill everyone and then being met with earth’s armies of avengers, mutants, and just about every other super powered person inbetween.
But they weren’t going to do that.
They knew that if their plan of a world united by the hivemind would work, then they would need to choose who to first assimilate and well the big wigs up in Avengers Tower or the Baxtor building would be too high profile for now, and spending too much time with street level people might raise suspicion amongst groups like the Defenders or even that insufferable Spider.
So who would be the best place to start?
“The Wolverine.” A deep voice rumbled in his ear.
“Really? Isn’t he with the X-Men? I thought they lived in a whole school with dozens of people.”
“Sometimes. From our brief time together, I saw he frequent isolates himself in the woods to escape the others.”
“Now that, love, we can work with.” Eddie smirked as the black mass formed over his body as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop to find the nearest garage after all, who would swing their way to Canada?
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One stolen car ride, map consultation and parking in the car park of some national park they already forgot the name off and they could sense the presence of the remnants of a bond deep into the woods, that signature presence of an old bond, a flickering light of a codex made up of the faint remnants of symbiote cells.
“He is here. We must find him, Eddie, break him. Make him ours.”
“I know, love, but this guys a bit of a menace. He’ll sooner try claw us apart than let us break him.” Eddie retorts as they slink into the woods following that faint beacon “Not that hit kitty claws would do much anymore.”
“Yes, we will enjoy making him serve us.”
“Oh, we will.”
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He’d been wandering the woods looking for…what? Some answer to why he doesn’t fit in with the others? Something to hit? Or maybe it was just some simple peace and quiet from the chaos of a school full of kids and teenagers with super powers and the tension between the so called teachers.
At least it was better than being stuck on Krakoa with the stupid political give and take of the quiet council. Who’s bright idea was it to let every single mutant be instantly admonished of their crimes and shoved on to an island together.
And well just as expected, it took Sabretooth all of three seconds to relapse back into trying to claim him as his runt.
Oh yeah, that’s why he was out here. Because Victor was stalking him again and at least here there would be no innocent people used as bargaining chips or more likely as needless collateral damage by the feral fucker.
A title that was all too accurate after their numerous…encounters.
“Bastard.” Logan muttered under his breath as he memories of being pressed into the dirt as Victor thrust in and out of him, of being pulled into a mating press as Creed pounded into him, of the man’s lips roughly against his own as the fanged teeth drew blood all came rushing back to him.
Yet as he grumbled, he couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of arousal in the pit of his stomach, the tightening of his trousers as his dick twitched with fond remembrance of being Sabretooth’s ‘Bitch’.
If the man really was stalking him as usual then he wouldn’t be able to fight with an erection so surely blowing a quick load would be fine.
Yeah. It’d be just fine.
One quick look around into the snow covered treeline, past the bare shrubbery and thistly branches. Sure enough, it was just him and the expanse of the wild all around, not even a sniff of the bastard’s scent in the air.
So, with one hand pressed against the trunk of a tree, the other slowly sliding down his vest and down onto the front of his worn out denims, cupping the growing bulge as he let out a satisfied sigh, another flash of Victor flitting into his mind this time along with the man’s voice.
“Bet you’re enjoyin’ this, aren’t you runt?” The voice in his mind said as he slowly unzipped the trousers and watched the tenting bulge of his jockstrap slip into view “Go on. Touch yourself, wishin’ it was me.”
“Fuckin’ hate you…” He moaned sliding his hand into the underwear and feeling his own girth twitch against his fingers, lazily pumping twice.
“Yeah? Then why do you-“
*SNAP*
Logan spun around, pulling his hand free as the rapid fire of snapping twigs rattled off nearby, yet as he turned to face however the interloper was, stood there was not the current object of his lust, clad in that stupidly skin tight yellow and brown spandex that showed it all off in just the right ways.
Instead there was a different muscular blonde, this one clad in a tight black T-Shirt and trousers, as they stood with folded arms and a knowing smirk.
“Brock? The fuck are you doing here?”
“Figured I’d see what you were getting up to. Seems you’re a little…occupied.” Brock answers, taking a step closer.
Sure enough as Logan looked down, his trousers were still unzipped and the straining erection still on show, peaking past the folds of denim, a damp spot slowly forming as it showed little evidence of going away anytime soon.
“The hell? You just decided to go from New York to Canada to ‘see what I was getting up to’?” The man questions with an agitated frown “Bullshit, bub. So spill it.”
“If you insist. I’m looking to help the planet out by making a new Klyntar here but before I can do that, I need people loyal to me that would be willing to work with me.” Eddie explained, shrugging as if it was the most casual thing.
The other man let out a breathy laugh, “Right. Because the last time I had a run in with you slimy friend I ended up turning into a violent freak, I ain’t looking to do repeats, pal so fuck off.”
“Do you really want to be left alone though? We could help you out with your situation there.” Brock says pointing to the man’s crotch.
“I bet, Or ya can piss off before a start cutting bits out of ya .” Logan says, claws popping out with a clean scrape.
Eddie just sighed with a smirk as the black T-Shirt rippled and reshaped, “We are going to enjoy this.”
With that Logan pounced from the ground, lunging at Eddie only for four tendrils to suddenly emerge from his back, snaking out and intercepting the attack as they collided with man midair, each ensnaring a limb, one for each hand and foot, as it flung him from the air to the thick trunk of the tree.
The wood splintering at the collision before the symbiotic slime slowly spreads from Logan’s hand’s and feet, sticking him to the timber as it mitted his hands, balling them and making the claws all but useless as the man struggled against their grip fruitlessly.
“Son of a-“ He grunted trying and failing as he attempted to kick and pull “What are you doing!”
“Like I said, we realised that with our abilities as the new King in Black, me and Venom have the ability to save the world, stop wars, crime, murder. Everything evil, we can put a stop to. But for that we have make Earth a new Klyntar, a new planet of hosts and symbiotes bonded under our command.”
“That’s fuckin’ insane! You’re just gonna do what Knull did?!” Logan shouted, continue to try thrash against the slime.
With a deep sigh, Eddie walked forward until he was only a foot away from Logan.
“No, Knull wanted to kill everything. We want to save everything. Make it a perfect oneness.” His smirk grew cocky as his clothes melted and reformed into a skintight version of their usual hulking figure, the symbol on his chest a deep red as all that remained uncovered was his face.
“Starting with you.” He muttered, sinking to his knees as Logan glared down at him.
“The hell are you-oh….”
The sharp words cutting off as Eddie pulled down Logan’s underwear, freeing the trapped erection at long last as he wastes no time taking the length into his mouth, bobbing up and down as he sucks the man’s cock, tongue flicking to the tip teasingly with each bob.
“Oh…you…Son of a…uh.” Logan moaned, feeling the wet heat move up and down his dick, the low sound of Brock vibrating perfectly along his shaft, and well put simply it had been too long since he got his rocks off.
And if Eddie Brock was having delusions of sucking dick leading to saving the world, well then what harm?
His struggles melted into acceptance as he looked at Eddie, watching the ways his dick slipped past the lips, each time the other’s man stubble brushing against his crotch in a way that tickled in contrast to the feeling of the tongue that was oddly…pointed as it teased along the foreskin.
“You’re good at that, bub.” He mumbled, eyes slowly falling half shut as he felt a second signature second stirring of an impending climax.
God he really did need to get laid, cumming this soon was shameful.
“Gonna…” As soon as the words were out, Eddie’s blackened eyes glanced up at him before he popped off, the coated hand coming up to jerk him slowly, thumb teasing the slit in slow motions that main Logan’s hips twitch off the bark and thrust into the touch.
“There you go, doesn’t it feel better to just enjoy this?” He slowly rose to his feet, eye level with logan as he continued to stroke the thick and throbbing dick as the other man’s moans continued increase, his hips rolling to meet each drag. “Doesn’t it feel so good to let us be in control?
Gritting his teeth, Logan’s body tensed yet continued to follow the touch, arching int them, “S-Shut up.” Yet the words were weak as they trailed off into a drawn out moan.
“Why? You’re clearly feeling good so why don’t you just stop fighting it.” Eddie insisted, leaning close until their faces were only a few inches, every breath warm against the other’s cheek
“Uhh…” Any words dying in logan’s mouth turning into a string of moans as a shiver ran through his spine at the feeling of a second pair of tendrils emerging, tearing his tank-top open before finding purchase on each nipple, sucking and pulling in random motion, dozens of tiny feelers teasing the surface of both, sending electric pleasure through his entire body.
“Go on. Cum for us.” Eddie commanded increasing the pace, pumping up and down the dick and Logan’s chest arched of the rough timber and his thrusts grew as erratic and desperate as his breaths.
With each pump Logan’s balls drew tighter, the vein throbbing eagerly as his moans turned to near cries, the climax so close yet so far, the floodgates being kept together by a needle.
“P-please…So close.” He grunted, desperately chasing the pleasure of the gooey grip of Eddie’s hand as it stroked and teased, each squeeze promising to topple him over the edge yet pulling him back into an endless torment of pleasure.
“All you have to do is let go, it’ll feel so good.” He urged, pressing his head against Logan’s shoulder as the man looked at him with a broken gaze.
Was it worth it? To give in to this weird sexed up idea Eddie had? To ‘become loyal’ to him just to cum?
And as if sensing the hesitation, Eddie doubled his efforts, a small tendrils forming off his hand and sneaking through logan’s legs, and sliding between his ass, teasingly against the rim, promising so much more.
“So do you want to let go?” A simple question, promising so much more.
“Yes! Fucking yes! Please just let me cum!”
His answer was met with a smile that slowly opened to reveal the once sharp and pink tongue now black and dripping with same symbiote slime that was the source of his pleasurable torture.
“Wha-“ Before he could finish the question he was pulled into a kiss as he felt tongue fill his throat, dripping and pumping it full as he could only meet the kiss with fervour and feel as two sensations of slime snaked up his jaw, slithering to his ear, his eyes blowing wide as he felt them dive in, filling he head and seeking his brain as two simple words echoed in his mind.
“Good boy.”
Then a cold presence coated his brain, digging into it, clawed-fingers digging into the needless resistance and melting into mindless bliss, sifting through memories and finding so many holes and blank space…so much roof to fill.
“Let us make you better. Let us love you. Let us be one.”
Yes…that’s what he wanted….he needed…love…pleasure…to be one.
“Perfect, you are ours, join us.”
With that he felt the cold pleasure slowly spread through every cell, connecting it into one giant erogenous zone as he felt his cock all but explode as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the snow, his body twitching and practically vibrating as he was drenched in orgasmic bliss, every inch hardwired to his brain and looped a simple messege.
Cum, Cum. Cum.
Yet even as the orgasm dragged on for what felt like an eternity, continuing to spill himself on the ground as his body was played like a finely tuned instrument, and Eddie slowly ended the kiss, pulling back his tendrils to watch the inevitable unfold, he couldn’t help but feel something eerily familiar the symbiote slime spreading down from his restrained arms and creeping up from his feet, dissolving away his clothes as it coated his skin as it left electric stimulation it its wake.
As each inch of him was covered by the dark symbiote matter, he felt that connection grow in tandem with the pleasure his meld melding and moulding into be part of a greater whole, all those pesky morals and thoughts of anything but embracing this fading into nothing but pure adoration, love and loyalty.
The black and dark blue slime continued its assimilation until it coated his arms and legs, wrapping them in a slimy embrace that continued to spread between his legs, forming over his ass and sliding between just right, before slowly coating over his cock, spreading up and pumping as it eventually reached his head just another myriad of string of cum were splattered onto the ground as the cock soon melted back into his body.
Then as it coated his stomach, the dark material turned to a muted yellow forming over his chest and shoulder, a trio of yellow spiked forming on each hand as his claws became so much more than adamantium, as it reached up his neck he knew that he made the right choice, that the world would be so much better like this: A hivemind of Bliss.
Sliding up his face, the symbiote slime maintained it’s muted colour, slowly covering his whole visage as Logan finally felt complete, finally part of The One. Yet the change continued. From Eddie’s perspective the large fanged maw formed in tandem with two large dark yellow wing-flaps evocative of his classic mask, even as the new face remained free of the large white eyes.
“You’re perfect now.” Eddie remarked, as the restraining tendrils slowly slinked back into him before watching the newly formed mask melt away to reveal Logan’s face once more.
“I’m also pent up, so how about a second round, bub, this time I show you how it’s done.” Logan quipped as he stepped from the tree, inspected the new symbiote wrapped around his skin, how he could feel every part of it connected to his mind, capable of responding to every whim and urge, imagining all the ways to pleasure and be pleasured by it.
Oh his life just got a whole lot more intresting.
“Cause I got a lot of ideas on how to get real familiar with this thing.” He says, focusing as he looks down at his bulging crotch.
Sure his whole body was now assimilated with the symbiote and well where he ended and it started was blurred to say the least, he still new some old tricks from the brief time he had one years ago. With a thought he felt the bulge ripple until it slowly stretched and took shape, a slightly larger and thick version of his own cock, this time made of symbiote matter and with the same muted yellow colour from his upper chest and face forming on the tip of his new dick.
“Well, who are we to deny you?” retorted Brock, as he leaned against the tree, glancing over his shoulder as he arched provocatively, showing off more than enough symbiote covered ass to the other man.
Logan was gonna enjoy this.
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Hours later they were laid beside one another on a web of symbiote matter strung between the trees, each dripping and covered in various fluids as they panted and looked up at the cloud spattered night sky that they finally got around to talk again.
“God, now I see why you two were so close. These things feel fucking amazing.” Logan sighed as his hand travelled down to the covered crotch, lazily squeezing the currently present bulge.
“Yeah, and soon everyone is going to feel it, you were the first to join my hive but you’re not gonna be the last.” Eddie starts to explain, “I mean there’s a whole world just begging to become a part of us and well so many men we simply want to ravish.”
“And you started with me?”
“You were isolated, easy to track and had remnants of symbiote already. Perfect starting place.”
“Can’t blame ya thinking there. Guess I should be glad that I get to experience this first.” Logan mutters, head rolling back against the web as he squeezes the bulge in tandem with using his mind to form the perfect butt plug of a tendril to rub just against his prostate even as he was lazing on the web.
“That’s fair.” Eddie grinned watching the first of his soon to be many lovers, “Can’t blow the elements of surprise too soon, so the avengers and what not are off the table for now.”
“Makes sense.” Logan nods along as an idea slowly forms in his head, “Thinking about it, I do know someone we should go after. He’s a real asshole but I’m sure you can…kiss it better.”
At the proposal, Eddie quirks his brow. “Oh?”
“Victor Creed.”