The New Klyntar

by Scottest_54

Summary:

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.

But they couldn’t just storm in and start forcing people to bond with hive, 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 too much to resist.

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(A series of somewhat connected oneshots of Eddie and Venom going around fucking dudes, infecting them with symbiote an forming a new symbiote hivemind on earth after becoming the king in black.

Notably this does not follow any real canon or specific media so it's gonna have a hodgepodge of elements and idea from various canons as well as my own ideas but yeah, pure porn logic porn with plot.)

Notes:

Basically a fic of Eddie and Venom going around as the king in black to seduce, corrupt and assimilate various men into the new symbiote hivemind, because when everyone is part of the great one there will be order there will be no crime, murder, and evil.

instead there will simply be a collective orgasmic pleasure.

Chapter 1: Hunter and Prey (Part 1)

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.

 

-

 

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?

 

-

 

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.”

 

-

 

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.”

Chapter 2: Hunter and Prey (Part 2)

Turns out tracking someone down is extremely easy when they are already trying to track you down, doubly so when that someone was walking around reeking the way Creed does.

 

All it took was a short while of webswinging before Logan was able to pick up that signature smell: Sweat and musk mixed with the scent of spandex most noses miss.

 

But it was that very aspect that led to many a night turned to day between the two endlessly fucking until duty called or more realistically the owner of whatever back end motel they rented for the night came to kick them out after too many noise complaints.

 

Afterall Victor was hardly a quiet lover.

 

Lover? Maybe after they get to him, for now the only the man loves Is bloodshed and sex and he’s put those together more than a dozen times over.

 

 “So how are you thinking of handling him?” The words suddenly snapped Logan out of his thoughts as he looked over at Eddie, the pair of them currently high in the trees as Victor was doing something off in the distance.

 

 “Well, I can smell from here he’s not far ahead and if he’s following me then….” He explained, crouched on the thick branch as his symbiote rippled slightly “Mean’s he more interested in fucking than fighting. Same personally but I think it’s time I got a little payback.”

 

 “Oh?” Eddie asked, brow quirking in curiosity.

 

 “Yeah, he was always the top so I figure we use that against, he always went through his ruts with my so let’s not change that, but I’ll make sure he knows we’re in control this time around.”

 

 “Well in that case, me and V will enjoy watching and don’t worry, we won’t get in your way.” Eddie explains, rolling his shoulders as venom presumably does something….something that makes the previously alluring scent of his disappear into nothing before Eddie himself soon camouflaged into near invisibility.

 

With a crick of his neck, Logan lumbered down the tree with a muttering of, “Right. Let’s go get Creed.” As the suit responded with a eager tingle of anticipation that danced down his spine, before the symbiote took shape into something akin to his usual attire: A black leather jacket over a white shirt paired with grey denims and black leather boots forming in place of the black and yellow form.

 

 “Don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.” He groaned, starting the slow walk to the source of that needy smell.

 

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One short walk later and he saw it.

 

Victor creed crouched over sniffing against the trail Logan had walked hours earlier, a growl rumbling in his chest as he eventually stood, the thick fur mane blowing into the wind only to soon reveal all white eyes, blonde mutton chops and a fanged frown

 

 “Bub.” Logan called out, arms folded across his chest.

 

Victor’s head snapped to his direction, “Runt.” The world laced perverted glee.

 

 “Yeah, yeah, don’t cream yourself just yet.”

 

 “Oh I ain’t gonna do that, here I was wonderin’ where you suddenly got to.” Creed grumbled as the pair started to circle each other in the shoreside of the frozen creek. “When your trail went cold, I was thinkin’ someone else think they could get away with takin’ ya when they should now you belong to me.”

 

Of course that was one of first things he said, he always did have a problem with being possessive. Even if he was pretty spot on in this situation.

 

 “That’s why am I here, figure we did enough playing around each other so why don’t we skip to the good part.” Logan offered, hoping to appeal to Victor literal lust as opposed to his bloodlust, lord knew they were just about the only two things that rattled around his skull.

 

 “That’s mighty temptin’ but we both know it ain’t any fun without the foreplay.” The other man said as the claws popped from his nails as he crept into a lunge.

 

Can’t say that he did try do this the easy way.

 

 “Fine.” He sighs watching Victor lunged into the air, fangs bared and claws gleaming as Logan simply watch the man’s feral attack before feeling the new part of him stir as four tendrils emerged and intercepted Creed, ensnaring his hand and feet and quickly press them together, hands trapped above his head and legs unable to budge that far.

 

Effective, he could see why

 

 “What the hell!?” Creed shouts, trying to pry his hands free but now his claws were nothing but kitty paws.

 

Watching the attempts in vain, Logan pulled Victor closer until there was only a foot between them “Surprise.” He remarked as his “clothes” melted and reformed back into the black and yellow symbiote form.

 

 “Thought ya got rid of that shit!” Creed grunted, his efforts never ceasing as he pushed and pulled.

 

 “Oh I did way back before but let’s just say I met someone who made a good argument for them.” Logan explained sighing slightly as he feels the symbiote settle against his skin, all except his face with a few small muted yellow parts snaking up his neck.

 

 “So now what? Ya gonna beat me up?”

 

 “Like I said, let’s skip to the good part. For me that’s us having a bit of fun before giving you a piece of this.” He gestures down his body as the implication is clear.

 

 “You wouldn’t fuckin’ dare, runt!”

 

 “I would.” Logan simply stated before pulling Victor closer and into a fiery kiss, their lips clashing as Creed let out a muffled sound of surprise, stilling for a moment as Logan’s tongue slipped past his lips, The man’s hand coming up the back of Creed’s face and holding him in place with an immovable grip as his other hand slowly slid down the skin tight spandex.

 

Eventually finding the barely contained bulge as he took into his grip, squeezing rhythmically as victor moaned into the kiss, hips initially attempting to escape before soon meeting each squeeze with thrusted glee as his cock slowly turned into a large erection that tented the material.

 

Breaking the kiss, he pulled back slightly, “Now to feel you in me again.” Logan said, abruptly dropping Creed onto his back, snow puffing into the air before settling again.

 

The other man groaning as he sees the near feral look in Logan’s eyes. He wasn’t about to do what he thought he was right? Logan would never willing ride Creed’s dick…right?

 

Suddenly each tendril shot out a strange web like black substance where they had each previously held, sticking Creed to ground even as he tried to claw the substance away only to be met with the realisation that it wasn’t going anywhere.

 

And he managed to refocus his attention in time to watch as one of the tendrils descended, throbbing slightly as it slowly spread over the tip of his covered cock, slinking down as it enveloped his dick in gooey undulating warmth barely held back by the rapidly thinning material.

 

Wait a second, rapidly thinning?

 

Within the confines of the warm, wet tendril he felt the spandex around his cock quickly dissolving away into nothingness as is squeezed, pulsing up and down his length as he can only moan at the sensation and thrust up into its embrace.

 

 “Yeah, you enjoy that, Creed.” Logan remark as the words fell deafly on the man’s ears, as he slowly knelt and shuffled over Victor’s lap, watching the tendril pump up and down victor’s cock whilst he let out cry after cry of pleasure.

 

But all good things must come to end so that better things can happen.

 

Slowly pulled the tendril off, Creed practically whined at the loss, opening his eyes only to see logan now atop him as-

 

 “OH FUCK!!” Creed Cried out as Logan sudden took him all the way, sinking onto his cock with a moan worthy of all the gods with how sweet it was to hear. Not mention the sudden feeling of warmth hugging his dick in all the rights way.

 

Enough so that he was hardly shamed to admit that as soon as he felt the runt bottom out, that he came on the spot, filling the man with his thick hot seed as the world melted away into a fuzzy dreamy state as his head fell back against the snowy ground.

 

  “You didn’t just blow your brains out, did ya, bub?”

 

 “Uuuuhhh…”

 

 “Well, I ain’t done with you yet.”

 

He began to raise himself before dropping again, riding his nemesis with pure glee as each as slap of flesh against symbiote rung out into the forest in tandem with groans, sighs and moans. And through it all, Logan watched as Creed’s once animalistic scowl turned into a blissfully broken smile.

 

 “God, you’re actually tolerable when you’re not yammering on.” Loga remarked, rolling his hips and feeling the man inside not soften for a second as he bounced up and down.

 

Even without his own dick manifested, each time he was filled by creed was orgasmic in its own right, every nerve lighting up with sheer pleasure and each wave of it was better than the last yet even as he content to ride Victor until the man’s brain and body was incapable of being anything but a living dildo, a sudden voice filled his head.

 

Not any familiar telepath, not Jean’s empathy, Charles’ probing or Emma’s attempts at control but the familiar deep voice of Eddie as the man’s words were crystal clear as Logan stilled himself.

 

 “We think now is a good time to…share it with him. If you understand us.”

 

Seems that the man was true to his word and was watching from not too far, or maybe he could just feel everything Logan could feel and now wasn’t that a fun thought.

 

  “Sure thing, boss.” He sighed, leaning forward to look into Creed’s glazed eyes, “Seems the boss wants you to join us so I got a little something for ya.”

 

 “Huuuggh?” Creed asked, eloquent as always.

 

He resumed his bounces as the larger man let himself laze into the feeling, yet just as he was back into the mindless feeling of Logan going up and down his dick soon turned into something else.

 

Somewhere in the fog of his clouded mind, Victor became aware of something…a growing fullness as something started to pour into his dick, in tandem with a sensation of a cool liquid pouring over his suit.

 

 “W…What?”

 

He titled his had enough to watch as a black slime inched across his body tearing and dissolving any traces of spandex or fur in their way, presumably the same cool slime rapidly filling his body with what felt weirdly like heated liquid pleasure.

 

 “Gah..stop! Get it-“ Creed tried to object only to be silenced by a slime-tongued kiss as the liquid heat now spread down his throat and up into his head, the fog around his brain turning into perfect clarity as a strange voice found its way thought.

 

 “Hey, Victor Creed is it?” The voice asked whilst sounding…distracted? “My name’s Eddie and to cut a long conversation very short, we want you to join us. You get to feel this good whenever you want and get with whoever you want, you just have to join us.”

 

 “Become part of the hive.”

 

What?

 

Creed could only writhe as the slime spread up to his neck and rapidly covered his neck as was unable to make any sound outside of muffled groans as Logan continued to kiss and pour the symbiote down his throat.

 

It did feel good. Really fucking good. And the offer of it whenever he wanted was mighty tempting. So why not? Why shouldn’t he embrace this if it meant he could fuck the runt whenever he wanted.

 

 “Yeah…” he thought, hoping that it was be a sufficient answer for this ‘Eddie’. And lo and behold it was.

 

Suddenly it felt as if the symbiotic matter dug into his body, fusing with every part of him and igniting fires he had no idea existed, as the cool heat consumed every part of him as his entire body was eventually encased in the substance as he fell into a bottomless abyssal void of sheer oneness.

 

And as he floats in a sea of consciousness, a blonde figure emerges from the shadow with a proud look on his face.

 

 “You did good, Creed. Now let’s give your new other a chance to establish themself.”

 

 “Huh?”

 

Suddenly he was thrust back into reality as a second track of thoughts formed along side his own, his eyes shooting open to see himself back in the snowy woods. This time Logan was stood a short distance away.

 

His own body now looking nearly identical but now with a version of his costume replaced with a symbiote suit, black save for the dark brown accents along his sides, the light orange. of the bushy fur mantle, and the strange brown squares on the back of his hands.

 

Most of all, he could feel it, how each part responded to his thoughts and had it own.

 

 And simply they were still horny.

 

“Runt. You’re on.”

 

 “I bet.

 

 “Come here…to us.”

 

Well, Venom know had one more member. An untamed animal eager to breed.

 

 

Chapter 3: The King's Soldier

With two wild men under his control, and the infiltration of Krakoa underway thanks to Logan ‘coincidentally’ capturing Sabretooth and bringing him back to Krakoa for sentencing, this left Eddie and Venom with time.

 

And soon they came to realisation that that he would have to start spreading his influence in New York as the sooner they had the slightest foothold there, then the quicker they could spread from there.

 

But where to start?

 

 “We need someone strong but without too many allies. And to isolate them to make them ours.”

 

 “Yes, love, but nowadays everyone is in a team. And they end up living in weird buildings together like poor college students.”

 

There was a beat of silence as they looked down into the busy street of the night.

 

 “We know one who lives alone and is eager for our embrace.”

 

 “Oh? And who’s that.”

 

 “Flash Thompson. During our time together he had…delicious thoughts of us and him together.”

 

 “Now that’s a good call.” Eddie felt the symbiote start to form over his body, spreading over the muscles “Let’s pay an old friend a visit.”

 

---

 

 “Boring. Boring. Already watched. Boring. Now that’s just bad.”

 

Occupying his late night with a box of pizza and whatever was on offer on Netflix tonight, and put simply the offering of shows was a melting pot of teen drama, boring documentaries and enough young adult content to fuel a social media discussion board for a life time.

 

He lazily used a tendril of white goo to flicker through the offers as he slid another slice of greasy pizza down his mouth, huffing at the taste and heat.

 

Seems it was going to be just another night of-

 

A sudden knocking on the door snapped him out of boredom induced stupor and with a flick of his wrist he saw that it was already eleven at night so who the hell was knocking at him door now?

 

 “Coming!” he shouted, forming legs from the knee down made of white symbiote matter that soon blended in with his shorts as he lumbered to the door, letting the pizza slice fall back into the box only to open the door revealed someone he hadn’t seen in months

 

 

 “Holy shit, Eddie!?”

 

 “One and only. Well technically two and only but you get the gist.” Eddie joked.

 

 “What are you doing here? I thought you were both off world doing symbiote king stuff.” Yet even as he spoke, Eddie could see the mix of nervousness and excitement on Flash’s face.

 

 “We were and did, but not everything can be solved out in space so we figured we’d come home and see what we were missing out on.”

 

Flash shrugs as he leaves the door open before turning back to the couch.

 

 “You can come in but there’s not a lot to miss out on here, just me and the TV not getting along.”

 

At the invitation he stepped in and the pair soon settled on the couch together, a short distance between them as Flash fished the remote back into his hand as Eddie managed to shuffle closer coincidentally as he was looking away.

 

The plan itself was simple: Flash was already crushing on them so all they had to do was reignite that spark and he’d fall head first into being part of the hive. And with the powers of the king in black they could control that anti-venom at will and replace it with a much more fitting partner for Flash.

 

 “So…what have you two been up to since kicking Knull’s ass?” Flash inquired, gaze briefly flicking to the side as he notices Eddie was closer than when they both sat down, the faint flush on his cheeks not helped by the fact Brock was wearing a black tight muscle shirt that was no doubt made of Venom.

 

And with a deep sigh, Eddie rolled his head back and chuckled once “Between reestablishing the planet of Kylntar and dealing with these douche versions of myself but that’s all done and in the past. I don’t wanna bore you with details of sitting on a throne waiting for an entire planet of living mass to recognise you at their new king.”

 

 “Yeah that all sounds real boring.” Flash jokes, grabbing his can of beer from the table and taking a sip as he tried to ignore the way the ‘shirt’ stretched as Eddie placed his arm over the back of the couch, as it reached over his back.

 

 “Trust me, sitting around for hours in silence does get boring fast. You’d think there would some kind of battle.”

 

 “A venom war!” Flash’s eyes go wide at the idea.

 

 “Yeah, but it really was boring. Just me and V sat on our throne all on our lonesome even if the entire planet was alive.”

 

 “I don’t think anyone could say that but you.

 

 “Well it’s true. We were all alone with nobody for company. No one to enjoy the celebration of victory with…if you know what I mean.”

 

 “Oh?” Flash tilted his head at wording, did Eddie really mean…

 

He glanced at the other’s man face trying to read the expression: The quirked brown and small smirk past the blonde beard, the glint in his eyes, eyes darker than he remembered them being.

 

Crap, he was serious.

 

 “Oh.” It was happened? Why? What? Since when did they like him the way he liked them? Were they messing with him? Was this all rea-

 

Then suddenly lips were pressing against his, rough and warm as a hand came up to gently hold the side of his face as his brain short-circuited, as he could only let out a small sound as Eddie continued to kiss him slowly.

 

For second he could only lid his eyes and enjoy the sensation that might just be a fantasy in his lonely brain until all too soon it’s over as Eddie pulls back enough so that when the details return to Flash’s eyes he can see the man’s face.

 

 “Woah.”

 

 “Woah?” Eddie echoed.

 

The other man shook his head, “I mean, why? I thought you and V were like that.” He makes a gesture with his fingers putting one finger into a ring made with the other hand. Implication clear as the finger moved in and out briefly.

 

Crude. But clear.

 

 “True but who said anything about exclusivity?”

 

 “Wait what?” Flash’s expression turned to sheer bewilderment

 

 “C’mon Thompson, we all know you’re smarter than that.” Eddie insisted as Venom emerged over Eddie’s shoulder with it’s toothy maw glistening as it ran it’s tongue along the fangs.

 

 “And we know that you yearned for us. Now is your chance to join us…and have fun with us.”

 

The man’s cheeks were practically scarlet now as he looked between the two, and they were asking what example? If he wanted to hook up with them? Cause well many a night was spent with his left hand, imagination and some…depraved uses of the Anti-Venom when the night was too lonesome.

 

 “I- uhm…” He leaned back, only to find the arm to couch caging him between the pair. But did he really want to run away? This was everything he’d been wet dreaming about since years prior so why is it so stressful now?

 

Eventually he shakes his head as an answer forces its way out his mouth “Yeah. Fuck it, let’s do this.”

 

 “Perfect.”

 

-

 

 In an instant their mouths were together again as the kiss resumed, Flash moaning into it as Eddie let himself fall back and pull the other man with him until Thompson’s arms were beside his head and their knees knocking against each other’s.

 

Broke the kiss and pulled back with a breathy question, “Wait, you’re a bottom?”

 

 “We are…adaptable.”

 

 “I can work with that.”

 

Suddenly his hoodie and joggers melting into nothing as he watched Eddie doe the same. His T-Shirt and jeans melting into his body to reveal the broad black logo across his chest.

 

 “I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a tattoo or what, but all I know is that it is sexy as fuck.”

 

 “What would be even sexier is if you fucked us, Thompson.”

 

 “So impatient.”

 

At the request Flash shook his head before diving down, biting and nipping along Brock’s neck as he reached down between the man’s cheeks and feeling the man’s hole as Eddie groaning at the sensation as Venom watched it all unfold with glee.

 

 “We can make him as loose or as tight as you want.” It all but purred in Flash’s ear “His body is an instrument for us to play with.”

 

 “In that case, how about the best of both worlds?” He decided.

 

 “Of course.”

 

Suddenly Flash felt a familiar substance spread around his finger and Eddie loosed just enough for another finger to slip in, and he watched as Eddie’s head rolled against the cushion a breathy sigh escaped past his lips.

 

So he continued, slipping his fingers in and out of that ring of goo covered muscle, drawing out sound after sound as he worked. But why was Eddie so…so…adorable?

 

The way the tensions and stress seemed to just disappear like this. Like the world was right and nothing could possibly go wrong when he was toyed with like this.

 

 “He is more than prepped.”

 

And Eddie just nodded in agreement “Yeah, c’mon big boy. I ain’t fragile so go on and give it to us.”

 

Now there was a challenge that he couldn’t resist.

 

 “If you say so.”

 

And in a single drawn out motion he thrust forward entering the man and feeling the warmth of Eddie’s hole wrap around him, squeezing just like a first time, yet just as perfectly flexible as an experienced partner.

 

Slowly he built his rhythm, hips rolling as he replaced the messy bites and nips with less heat and more affection.

 

Scraping teeth turning to soft kisses as he arms stopped caging Eddie’s face and instead one curling around Brock’s neck and the other coming to hold the man’s hands, fingers intertwining together as he tried to look into those blue eyes.

 

Wait a second…eyes?

 

 “Eddie…uhh…Didn’t…didn’t you…”

 

 “Don’t worry about that.”

 

 “B-But…”

 

 “Yeah exactly, more butt fucking less talking, Thompson.”

 

Eddie suddenly shifted his legs, all but locking Flash in as his own free arm came up and grabbing the man’s hair to force him into another kiss. One that was wetter than it was moment ago.

 

Yet as he tried to shake the question from his mind, it was fruitless as things seemed only weirder and weirder by the moment. Like, since when was Eddie’s tongue so thick and slimy? Wasn’t that V’s thing?

 

But as he pulled back he found his efforts in vain as something began to flood down his throat!

 

“MMPH!!” He choked on the thick substance as he tried to conjure up the anti-venom only to be met with nothing.

 

A nothingness that only lasted a moment as a familiar voice rung in his mind.

 

 “Do not worry about that. We have something much, much better for you.”

 

 “What- Why are you doing this?!

 

 “Because you love us and we love you. We want you to be part of the one.”

 

 “You’re insane! I don’t want this!!”

 

 “Yet. You do not want this yet. But you will. Trust us.”

 

With that the voice cut off the same substance flooded his ears, yet Flash had no time to react as Eddie’s legs continued to force him to keep thrusting in and out of the man and it felt like love.

 

Pure love.

 

Each thrust flooded his brain with so much joy, and adoration and devotion.

 

What? No, he wanted to get out?

 

But why would he want that? Eddie and Venom were right here and they so perfect. Handsome, strong, powerful, A God and a King letting him bath in their presence.

 

He was nothing compared to him, how could possibly hope to be worthy of them?

 

“Because we chose you, Flash.” Eddie’s voice whispered to him, the adoring smile audible, “So cum for us. Cum for us and join us.”

 

No!...No?....Yes?

 

He felt the thoughts rattle through the rapidly growing void consuming his mind, he didn’t want this…to be lonely? He wanted to be…loved

 

Yes, that’s what he wanted: To be loved by his king, by his God.

 

And so he pulled himself as close as he could to Eddie and doubled his efforts down, thrusting into the perfect warmth and moan in time with each clap of skin against skin, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted to worship every part of Eddie, inside and out.

 

 “P-please…can I?” He begs mentally, free hand hovering above Eddie’s dick.

 

 “Of course.”

 

With excitement and religious fervour Flash grasped Eddie’s cock and pumping in rhythm with each thrust, now it was right. Now he was so close.

 

 “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He mentally babbled, hips stuttering as that familiar tug grew and grew until eventually it was a consuming fire that lit his body ablaze with adoring euphoria as he felt himself lock into place as rope after rope filled his new king, a string of muffled moans barely making past the slimy intrusion down his throat.

 

 “Mmmmhhmmmm…” He sighed, body going slack atop Eddie as he felt something stirring and changing within as the kiss broke and the slime tendrils slipped free of his throat and ears.

 

 “How about you go from Anti-Venom to All-Venom?” Eddie asked, gently massaging the back of the other man’s neck.

 

 “Yes, sir.” Flash agreed with a dreamy sigh.

 

And suddenly, there was an internal spasm as Flash felt sheer darkness warp around and shape inside him, filling and consuming him from the inside out as symbiote matter suddenly surged out from his chest rapidly spreading and reigniting that fire across his body as it covered his dick and reformed the tactical armour and spiked plating of his agent apparel this time in void black and with blood red accents as it reshaped into a similarly symbiotically royal armour that Eddie and Venom themselves had.

 

Flash pushed himself up and inspected the new attire just in time to witness as the blood red dragon logo formed across his chest, ‘wings’ wrapping around and meeting at his back. And soon he stood, staggering over to the nearby mirror and fully inspecting the suit that left only his face uncovered.

 

 “Huh? Feels so much better.” He chuckles flexing in the mirror and watching the bulge of his biceps, “Feels whole.”

 

 “Yes, you are whole with us. With us you are loved.”

 

At the words from Venom, Flash turned with the start of tears at the edges of his eyes. “Thank you, for everything. I mean you literally made me…” The tears start to run down his cheeks “Perfect, and I love you.”

 

A smile spreads across the man’s face as Eddie stands with a stretch, a relaxed version of his and Venom’s symbiotic armour forming, a skin tight black tank top with the dragon logo along with lightly armoured trousers and greaves.

 

 “We love you as well and you’re welcome, it’s going to be an honour to be the King in Black’s All-Venom, you know?” Eddie begins walking toward Flash and taking his hand again, bringing it to his own chest.

 

 “Yeah? What does being All-Venom entitle?”

 

 “Oh, you know. Being our right hand, our greatest lover, Our Prince consort.”

 

 “Thank you.” Flash repeats, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes as they looked down at him.

 

 “It isn’t all just titles.” Eddie quipped leaving Flash’s hand on his chest as he used the other to cup the younger man’s face. “As All-Venom, where before your touch destroyed symbiotes, now all it will take it one touch from you to plant our spawn on anyone, to spread our glorious hivemind.”

 

 “Really?!” Flashed asked like a kid on Christmas morning.

 

 “Really.”

 

And to cement the new recruitment, Eddie leaned down and took Flash into a chaste, soft and adoring kiss that lasted for forever and a second.

 

Just one of many more to come.

 

---

 

As he returned to the rooftop later that night, with Flash by his side, red eyed mask now formed, the pair watched as the starless skyline was serene and quiet with such potential.

 

With the abilities of All-Venom now at his beck and call, Flash could infect any hero, villain or otherwise being in seconds, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun whilst doing it, and tonight fun was the sound of gunfire as a figure wearing a black tactical vest with a painted white skull logo shot a weapons Dealer in an ally.

 

No time to try out these new powers like the present…

Notes:

trying to cut down on repetitive writing, so Flash's mental shift was part of the obvious symbiote tendrils via kissing/ear insertion but I didn't wanna have to write it out every chapter so heads up about that, also the eye thing is a reference to eddie losing his eye before/during time as king in black but in this fic he used his new symbiote-human hybrid nature to give himself normal eyes. Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 4: The Perfect Punishment

Summary:

Flash gives Frank the wonders of symbiote boy pussy.

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Flash, wanting to test out his new All Venom powers and hornier thanks to being reintroduced to the hive, sees Frank Castle and after a tone of disrespect from the man surrounding Eddie, he decides that he needs punishing and so converts and infects him before turning his dick into a symbiote pussy for a bit and not letting him cum, but is it really a punishment if the person's brain is so fried by pleasure they can't even think?

If Frank had one word to describe this city it would be simple: Scum.

 

If it wasn’t criminals on the street picking each other off for scraps of power then it was the corrupt businesses doing the exact same thing. Sometimes there was a clear overlap between the two, case in point being Kingpin.

 

On oversized criminal mob boss with a hand in every gang from one side of the city to the other end as the other hand was up the asses of at least 95% of businesses within the New York.

 

So how better to cut out every bit of his disease and rot than by killing each and everyone one of Fisk’s men and then cutting the head off the snake itself.

 

That was how he found himself in an dingy alleyway, bullet casing clanging onto the dirty ground as the limp body of prick who tried suppling arms to a group intending to rob somewhere with enough people that the collateral would be a small massacre.

 

So easier to remove one cancerous waste of breath here and now than let him face punishment after the fact.

 

 “Fuck.” Frank sighed, sliding the pistol back into the holster as he stepped back to look at his handiwork.

 

Clean shot. No screams or sirens so probably went unnoticed for now. Isolated as well, so no need to worry about back up.

 

 “Now onto the next one of you.” He pulls out a crumpled scrunched up paper and unfurls it to see the varying list of names scrawled across them.

 

TARGETS:

-Mike Dunes

-Austin Thunsdale

-Joshua Shawn

-Cieran O’dey

-Kenny Mours

 

 “So, seems I’ve still got some friends of you’re to find, Josh.” He commented to the dead body as he turned back into the street only for a sound to catch his attention. A wet sound.

 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

 

It was more than the usual New York rain dripping off a fire escape. It was closer to a thick squelch that seemed to be getting…closer?

 

 “The hell?” A quick inspection revealed what could have been a small puddle of what looked to be thick tar, yet as he couched down to inspect it, it seemed to shift strangely, like that weird ferro stuff he saw on TV once.

 

Yet as he went to press a finger into the strange substance two things suddenly clutched onto his shoulders and heaved him into the air.

 

 “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

 

In an instance he was strung up into the air and knocked into the old brick wall of the dingy apartment building that made up one half of the run down suburban sandwich that was this alley turned crime scene.

 

As his senses soon returned to him, he managed to raise his head and watch as a black and red figure clad in what looked like spiked living tactical gear and with some sort of mask like the goodie two shoes in red and blue, Spider-Guy or whatever his name was.

 

 “Hey there, Frank.” The figure said, hanging from the wall just like the Spider-Guy.

 

Castle, dignified the greeting with a quick draw, sliding the pistol from the holster and-

 

THWIP

 

Well shit. There goes that plan as the pistol is shot with a web and lands out of reach up the wall.

 

 “So you know who I am, great. And you are?” He retorts with a question, shuffling to assess what gear was within reach.

 

 “Only fair I introduce myself.” The mask recedes away like a living slime to reveal the face of a ruggedly handsome man, one that seemed to ring a familiar bell in the back of him head.

 

 “Tommy?”

 

 “Close enough. It’s Thompson. Figured you’d remember our Thunderbolt days but no problem.”

 

 “Yeah, well what’s your problem with me today.” Frank questioned, feeling the poke of the hand of his knife against his back. That could work to get him out of whatever this is.

 

To his credit, Thompson, relaxed a bit, switching from a pounce ready posture as he leaned back on the wall as he placed his arms behind his head, with the two tendrils still keeping frank in place all the while.

 

 “I haven’t got any problem with you, Frank. In fact I have an offer you can’t refuse.”

 

 “Yeah? Well let’s here what this is all about.”

 

 “Since you asked so politely.” Flash started, “As you can see I’ve had a bit up an upgrade. So now I’m thinking of getting some of the old band back together, ya know.”

 

 “And so you have to string me up with you weird freaky tentacles?”

 

 “A cautionary measure, I know how much of a Hoplophile you are.”

 

The restrained man just grunted at the word.

 

 “Of course it’d be to serve a much, MUCH greater master than Alegra.”

 

Master? None of them referred to that narcissist bitch of a commander as a ‘Master’. Hell, none of them would refer to anyone as their master. Screw it, maybe Flash had just picked up an English book since then. Who knows?

 

 “Right…”

 

 “And put simply I want you to serve him as well.”

 

Right, so it wasn’t an English Book he’d pick up but a case of lunacy!

 

And in a quick flourish, Frank seized the knife and cut the tendrils away, falling to he ground prepared to roll away and grab whatever gun was most accessible on his kit and fire like hell only the plan never got that far.

 

Somewhere along the seizing the knife part, a quickfire of two THWIPS ended his plan there as his hand were stuck to the wall, quickly followed by a second firing that trapped his feet.

 

 “That wasn’t very nice, Frank.” He chastised with a smirk as he shook his head at the man’s struggles.

 

 “Fuck you!”

 

 “I’m sure we’ll do that another time, but this time I’m thinking of something else.”

 

At the words, Frank writhed against the thick webbing only to barely budge an inch in anyway, “Why the hell are you doing this?!” He questioned glaring at his ex-comrade.

 

 “Like I said, I want to get the Thunderbolts back together to serve my new Master, Venom.”

 

 “Venom? Who the hell is that?” He pried as Flash launched from the wall and loomed over him, practically pressing Frank into the wall as their faces were inches apart.

 

 “He is the new King in Black, God of symbiotes and the soon to be ruler of everything.” Flash recounted with slight offense to the question, “He’s also watching so you might want to show some respect.”

 

For a moment there was a beat of silence between them as they each stared the other down before Flash eventually spoke. “You know what? I think for that attitude the Punisher needs to be punished.” Before a myriad of thick red tipped tendrils emerged and lunged at Frank tearing away all the fabric, cloth and Kevlar alike until the man was bare to the night and to Flash.

 

 “JESUS! You’re goddamn perverted freak!” The man yelled as Flash took in the sight of the scarred and bruises muscle, running his covered fingers over the body hair and appreciating it all with a small chuckle.

 

 “Maybe I’m just more open now, but don’t worry about that, you will be soon as well.” He runs his hands down, trailing toward his prize: The uncut dick of Frank Castle, just about as thick and stubborn as the rest of the man.

 

And he wasn’t even hard. Yet.

 

But maybe that could be the punishment and a way to test out these new All-Venom powers.

 

And so he took the man’s girth into his hand and slowly began to pump, squeezing the tip with every push and twisting with every pull. “Bet you’ve been real pent up. You probably just need some release and you’ll see that what Eddie wants is just like what you want.”

 

 “Shut up! Get off me!” He spat back trying to pull away only end up accidentally thrusting into the wet grip as he slowly stiffened with reluctant, stifled huffs.

 

 “If you insist, I’ll also leave you with a parting gift.” Flash said distracting Frank enough that when the black ooze started to pour of his fingers all the man could do was abruptly glance down and watch as the slime enveloped his cock in a layer of cold, shrinking tingling sensations.

 

The words melted off his tongue as he all he could do was watch as the sensation spread until his dick was fully enveloped in the cool substance, but it didn’t stop there, he watched it spread over his hips and between his legs before finally encasing each globe of his ass until it finally settled into the form of sleek black underwear.

 

 “What the hell is this crap?” He blurted out feeling it hug him just right in all the best ways, even if it felt like it was constantly getting tighter.

 

 “Well it’s the symbiotic gift, you said you wanted me to get off you, but you still need punishing so there you go.” Flash explains, leaping back to the adjoining wall.

 

 “And? What is supposed to do, you asshole!?”

 

 “This.”

 

Suddenly Frank seized as he felt a good prodding suddenly slip into the hole of his dick and rapidly fill out his dick as the sensation spread through every atom of it, consuming him in the cold pleasure as he felt that coolness flood through his body.

 

With each second that past it claimed more and more of him until it flooded into his brain itself, as his world faded into a dark void as he was laying in a pitch black shallow pool of water as a hulking, large figure in glossy black form with a red logo across their chest.

 

 “So aggressive. So stubborn. We will enjoy showing you our truth as you learn to enjoy being a plaything for our beloved.” The figure stated looming above him, as a long tongue licked over a row of razor sharp fangs as a clear fluid dripped from them.

 

 “I’m going out my goddamn mind.” It was the only explanation for this. A weird wet dream that he was surely going to wake up from any second, sort out with his right hand and go back to dealing with his list of criminals.

 

 All of this was just some insane depraved nightmare.

 

 “We disagree. You are very much awake and now you belong to us as part of a great hivemind.” The figure claimed and announced “Now embrace your pleasure and surrender to us…after your punishment.”

 

 “What puni-“ suddenly he felt a stirring in his groin as the growing cold compression of the symbiotic slime around his dick shifted and constricted tighter and tighter until the throbbing coated erection turned into a perfectly smoothed out bulge of black matter as a white padlock logo burnt into place atop it.

 

Even as the imprisonment of his cock progressed, Castle couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as every nerve and cell of his cock lit up pleasure, all of it hard wired to his brain perfectly creating a feedback of lust as hand came up to rub and squeeze the newly formed bulge.

 

And as he did, any idea of what he thought pleasure was, was instantly blown away as even the slightly stirring of his fingers against the material was orgasmic as he leant back against the dark waters only for the void to split back into the light of the dingy alley as he saw Flash still relaxed as ever.

 

Still caught up in the bliss of what just happened, he hadn’t even considered anything other than immediately going back to rubbing at his new sensitive sweet spot. Yet as he attempted to reach down and palm at himself he was met with the same reality as earlier: He couldn’t.

 

Any resistance was worthless against the immoveable symbiote webs that kept him stuck in place, as the realisation set it, he was going to be left on the edge of pure, unadulterated bliss with no relief.

 

 “Shit! You can’t just…leave me like this!” He cried out trying to shift his hips to get some relief from the sensation of the bulging material, as it felt like just a touch would push him over the razor thing line and send him head first into the release he wanted- no, needed!

 

 “Oh, but I can, Frank.” Flash rolled his shoulders before refocusing on the man, “See, you were going to shoot me, then tried to stab me after so I think this is fair enough. Try not to let all of New York hear you begging to cum.”

 

 “You bastard!” He shouts, renewing his struggles and thrusting into the air with desperate huffs and moans as the slime filled him and wrapped around him just right except somewhere is the edged ruins of his brain a question began to form: Where he end and the weird slime underwear end and why was the bulge sized so perfectly.

 

Come to think of it, he could feel all it like it was him, how just a touch of it anywhere would be enough.

 

Each sloppy and desperate thrust he could feel as it would jostle, slapping against his toned thighs as his ass collided with the wall. But it’s not enough, nothing was enough to stoke the fires fully to turn to pleasuring cold of his newly symbiote slime filled and toyed with body into a wave of sheer ecstasy fuelled relief.

 

Well. Not nothing. There was one person that could help.

 

 “P-“ He had to stop himself before the weakness could form into begging, instead came out a string of babbling moans and huffs as his hips continued to move on his own.

 

 “What was that, Frank? Did you need something?” The man taunted giving the man a faux-sympathetic pout.

 

 “S-Shut up…just let me fucking cum!”

 

Flash pretended to check his nails, as if he wasn’t covered entirely from the neck down in tactical symbiotic armour, “I could, if you agree to let me use you.”

 

 “Yes! Anything! Just fucking do it!”

 

 “Perfect.”

 

Frank barely had to process before Flash was pressed against him, armour slinking away to reveal his body underneath, save from below the knees. “That wasn’t so hard.” He comments diving in for a heated kiss that Frank Keened into, finally getting  a wave of hot relief.

 

As he continued to the kiss the man beyond senseless, he trailed a hand down the man’s nipple, pinching and twist it as he swallowed the cry that tried to escape the kiss.

 

For moments they continued, Frank writhing in the grasp as tears of pleasure streaked ran down his face, as Frank rutted against his captor and tormentor, taking every bit of contact given to him and indulging in it eagerly.

 

At the onslaught of stimulation that shocked through his body, he didn’t even process as the hand on his nipple was switched for a twin pair of dripping tendrils that began slowly suck on both, pulling and suckling, pouring a liquid that only somehow made him even more sensitive as any thought short circuited into…

 

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

 

All he wanted was more.

 

And more arrived when Flash began to palm at the bulge, as Frank’s hip erratically rutted against his hand as the man panted in euphoria, losing his grip each time Flash’s fingers squeezed and rubbed against the coated dick.

 

“Yeah, you don’t need to cum do you? You just want to feel like this forever, don’t you?” Flash whispered into the man’s ear after breaking the kiss apart.

 

A shaky nod was Frank’s only response and that was al Flash needed for his fingers to start digging in a moulding Frank to his will. Sliding them into the bulge and sculpting the inside as he saw fit all the while Frank was too stimulated to notice the constricting further and a whole new wave of sensation of fingers invading his…dick?

 

Gradually lowering his head, his eyes shot wide open as he saw the bulge was gone and replaced with a smooth slick flat surface as Flash’s fingers slipped in and out as if the man was prepping a girlfriend.

 

Did he have a…pussy?

 

Fuck it, it didn’t matter when it felt so good!

 

“I think you’re ready, so enjoy this, Frank.” The man stated adjusting his position.

 

Enjoy wha- “HOLY FUCK!!”

 

In one smooth motion, Flash managed to bottom out with a single thrust as he let out of a loud cry that was dwarfed by Castle’s own. “Yeah, you feel so good…tight and warm.” Flash sighed setting a slow rhythm that clashed with Frank’s own frenzied thrusting and rutting, the man eager to finally be filled and obsessed with the feeling of Thompson cock filling his ‘pussy’.

 

 “So eager, Frank.” Flash chuckles thrusting in an out as the symbiote slime of Frank’s altered body pulls him right back in each time he rolls his hips back, “Knew filling you up would make you nice and compliant.”

 

 “Uuugghh.” Frank eloquently phrases babbling out sounds as he feels the other man’s dick pumping in and out of him, rubbing in all the right ways as the air was filled with the sound of wet squelching as the slap of flesh against symbiote slime echoed down the alley.

 

For a second Frank watches through blurred vision as Flash looks away for a moment as if listening to someone, the pace of his thrusts never faltering in their rapidly increasingly punishing pace. before eventually looking back at him with a small smile.

 

 “As much as I’d love to torment you all night, the Boss says I’ve got to wrap it up.”

 

 “Huuhhh?”

 

 “Don’t worry about it.” Flash answers, pounding into Frank’s new hole with a sharp huff and moan each time his cock bottomed out in the warm material, feeling it ripple up and down his shaft, as he watched the dark material slowly crawling across Frank’s muscular form.

 

Each thrust from Flash and buck from Frank, the symbiote coated further and further forming around him, sculpting into a sleek layer over the entire body, coating his head just as he felt Flash flood him full of cum as he feels the same witless bliss rattle through him endlessly as the symbiote finally covers his view.

 

Blinking reveals he’s back in the watery abyss in the shallow pool as the same hulking figures looms once again over him, only this time Frank is wearing a tactical set up not too dissimilar to his own style, complete with combat boots, cargos and armour plating and more but made of black and white goo with a shifting skull logo on the chest plating as only his face is uncovered save for the small black tendrils sneaking past his neck and onto to his jaw.

 

Even his dick was back to being a normal dick again and separate if that was even possible anymore, or maybe whatever this symbiote stuff was, was just playing nice for now.

 

 “Back again? That is good.” The figure states “We are Venom, and you will be our Punisher. Inflicting what was done to you onto you, infect, torment and take your pleasure from those who seek to harm innocents, become a perverted protector.”

 

 Now it made sense, this was the Master that Thompson was talking about, and well the offer was tempting. He thought killing was one thing but what could be better than putting them in their place and making them pay by giving him pleasure and denying them of theirs.

 

 “Yeah, I like the sound of that, Sir.”

 

 “Good. Take a gift from us, we are sure you will find great use for it.”

 

Suddenly Frank felt something shift in his body, a mutation as he became aware of the air around him and the scents lingering among them as the suit shifted, a small tube appearing on each arm, a tank on the back and each of them filling with a simple dark white mist as the symbiote matter spread up his face, forming a skull emblazoned gas mask with dark white eyes.

 

 “Chemokinesis. Make whatever chemical or pheromone you deem adequate to punish those in need of it, sway whoever you desire to do as you wish.” Venom explained crouching down only one leg as their tongue emerged from the mouth and licked along the edge of the formed mask affectionately “But before you can resume your crusade, you and Flash will join me to conquer the Baxtor building and the heroes within.”

 

 “Thank you, Sir. I won’t disappoint you.”

 

 “We know. So tell us who you go for after we have taken the fantastic four for our own.”

 

 “Well, depends if you are wanting more ‘heroes’ cause I can drop by some Defenders they were calling themselves, or I can take the real punishment to Fisk.”

 

 “Both are good ideas, go for both when you get the chance..”

 

 “Yes, Sir.”

 

And with that the void melted away once more as he looked down through the tinted lenses of his symbiotic mask, breath puffing out the two ‘filters’ as he takes in the sight of his newly covered body and the suit’s tactical form.

 

 “This stuff really does make you feel powerful.” He stats tensing his hand and flexing with one arm, subconsciously already having somehow began to stick the wall after Flash got off him during Frank’s mental trip to the abyss.

 

 “It does, but it seems you got a special upgrade, Castle.”

 

 “Something Chemo Something, basically I make whatever chemicals or shit I want. Pheromones and smokes and that sort of stuff.”

 

 “Fair, I can see Punisher raising some hell with that after we’re done with our next job.”

 

 “Yeah, I’m sure Red’ll love it when he’s choking on gas that makes him horny and then choking on my dick.”

 

 “Red?”

 

 “Don’t worry out it, the Boss wants us to go after the four in blue and white spandex.”

 

 “Well let’s not leave him waiting.”

 

With that they both launched from the walls and swung to the nearby rooftop that looked out onto the brightly lit Baxtor Building, the neon 4 shining in the cloudless night skyline. It was as they landed that a reflective shimmer soon took the form of Venom as Frank looked at his new master in person for the first time.

 

 “Good to have you with us, it won’t take long to put your new powers to work.” They explained, as the monstrous form shrunk and melted slightly the reveal the form and face of the man underneath, “It’s Eddie Brock by the way.”

 

 “Nice to finally see you in person, Sir.” Frank greeted, with a firm salute as he stood to attention. “Orders?” he questioned, suit never faltering or uncovering for a moment.

 

 “None for now, once I get word from Wolverine and Sabretooth about their takeover of krakoa’s men and the containment of their women then we use some of the converted mutants and their abilities to infiltrate and take over the Fantastic Four unrivalled and undetected.” Eddie explained, turning to face the pair fully.

 

 Flash stepped forward casually, “So how do we occupy ourselves whilst we wait for our boys?”

 

 “We can think of a few ways.” Eddie replies, symbiote receding to reveal his body as Flash smirked “Of course, that’s your idea babe.” Quickly mimicking it as his own bare form was revealed before the pair looked at him expectantly.

 

 Maybe serving under this new CO wouldn’t be so bad.

 

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Across the world, thousands of miles from New York, Logan and Victor stepped through one of the hundreds of Krakoan gateways scattered across the word, emerging on the shores of the living mutant nation, clearly in time to witness the early preparation of the Hellfire Gala coming up in less than a week.

 

A gathering of influential mutants, heroes, politicians, journalists and celebrities alike.

 

It was an opportunity that they couldn’t pass up, within days it would be the perfect place to make their King’s hivemind known to wider world and welcome all the major figures in the super-powered and otherwise heroic world into the great Oneness.

 

Their disguise was simple: Logan was ‘wearing’ his usually casual attire of leather jacket and jeans with a tank top as he shoved the thick metal cuffed Victor, adorned in a symbiotic yet identical replica of his classic skintight suit toward the quiet council.

 

Their goals were easy and simple:

-Logan is to infect the men of the council, and then allow the chain to spread from there. And if he were to take a few detours to personally infect a few men of his own choosing then surely Eddie wouldn’t mind.

-Victor meanwhile was to go back into the pit and infect it from the inside out, turning the mutant nation into a symbiote nation, along with all those trapped within its depths.

-After the island and it’s people were captured and taken over they were to assemble a force with the mutations best suited to infiltrating and taking over the fantastic four quickly and quietly.

 

Now this was a mission finally worthy of their time, and they were going to take their sweet time and enjoy it.