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Eddie was moody. He was grumpy, sulky, irritated, and he had no idea why.
It wasn’t like he’d slept badly, he didn’t have an argument with Venom, nothing particularly shitty had occurred the previous day, or even that week. The sun was shining in through the kitchen window, he could even hear birds chirping cheerily to each other outside, there were no noisy neighbours that morning, nor did he have errands to run, plus there was money in his bank account and food in the fridge for once. Things were good, or as good as they got for Eddie. And yet, he felt like screaming, throwing something, picking a fight, while at the same time he wanted to be left alone to wallow in whatever disgruntled misery had settled over him like a nasty storm cloud.
Upon realising Eddie’s bad mood, Venom, of course, instantly tried to make it better. Some of the things he did, like play peekaboo with the sheets, Eddie would’ve found adorable and endearing on a regular day, he’d have laughed if Venom had tickled him with the soap in the shower, and appreciated the effort of his symbiote making breakfast. Today though, he huffed and rolled over, he took the soap from a black tendril and washed himself, and ignored the toast on his plate in favour of coffee.
He didn’t yell when Venom persisted in finding out the cause of Eddie’s bad mood, but he made it very clear that he didn’t know, and he wasn’t in the mood to talk. In fact, he wasn’t in the mood to do anything. Distracting himself with reading, or watching the television, playing phone games, or doing a jigsaw puzzle didn’t work, and none of them could hold his attention for longer than two minutes.
Growing frustrated, he ended up pacing back and forth in the apartment in between fidgeting with things, picking them up and putting them down, all the while huffing to himself. It didn’t help that he was annoyed at himself for feeling that way, especially without any kind of reason. It was unfair of him to ruin a perfectly good day that he and Venom could’ve spent doing whatever they wanted, but nothing was shaking or improving his mood. At one point he considered taking the motorbike out for a spin, but he knew that was reckless when he was in that state of mind, and it was unfair to put that on Venom, even if he could be easily healed. The best he could do was try to keep to himself for the day, in hopes that it wouldn’t affect his symbiote too badly. Tomorrow would be better, surely.
Apparently, Venom didn’t want to wait that long though.
After peering out of the window for the eighth time with a long, drawn out sigh, Eddie made to start pacing again, but found himself going in the direction of the bedroom, legs overridden by his live in symbiote.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, aiming for neutral.
“Taking Eddie back to bed,” Venom responded as if it were obvious.
“I don’t want to go to bed,” Eddie told him, immediately frustrated “just give me my legs back, and-”
“No.”
“Venom.”
“Maybe Eddie woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” the symbiote suggested as he controlled Eddie to get on the unmade bed, “Eddie should try again.”
“That’s not a real thing,” Eddie grumbled, trying to fight Venom’s hold on him and getting nowhere.
“Stop fighting, Eddie, you know you can’t win,” Venom reminded him.
The human persisted in defiance anyway, not thinking rationally, too frustrated and irritated to just go along with it and allow Venom to try to help him.
“We said stop fighting,” Venom growled as he pinned Eddie upright against the headboard.
A shiver ran through his body, and Eddie realised that he was being bratty, he also found that he didn’t care though, “Make me,” he replied, sticking his tongue out at the empty bedroom.
“Eddie is being ridiculous,” Venom stated with exasperation.
“So? What’re you gonna do about it? Huh?” Eddie challenged, not having any kind of plan for where this was going, just spouting whatever bullshit popped into his mind.
Two thick, black tendrils appeared out of Eddie’s ribs and immediately curled around his wrists, pinning them above Eddie’s head in a physical display of strength and ability. Along with the tendrils, Venom formed a head and put his face, needle sharp teeth on display, in Eddie’s, letting saliva drip onto his shirt.
“Whatever we want,” Venom declared with a growl that was meant to be somewhat menacing and threatening, but Eddie shuddered with something other than fear.
“Go on then…do your worst,” he provoked his live in, human eating, alien goo monster.
As Venom’s mouth stretched unnaturally wide in a sly grin, those ultra sharp, saliva coated teeth glistened in the sunlight that poured in through the window, and Eddie felt breathless staring at them. As he did so, he was aware of the symbiote growing larger and forming a full chest with big, muscular, powerful arms. Clawed hands indented the soft material of Eddie’s sweatpants, and he almost held in the little gasp that bubbled up in his throat, but Venom pushed, and it was a lost cause. The sharp tips prickled his sensitive skin through his pants, like Mr Belvedere’s used too, but unlike the cat’s claws, Eddie enjoyed the feeling of Venom’s marking his skin.
Humming deep and low, Venom observed the human with his teardrop shaped milky eyes as he walked his fingers up Eddie’s thighs, making sure that the claw tips pricked Eddie’s skin each time. Trying not to give Venom the satisfaction of knowing how that simple action was getting to him, Eddie chewed on his lower lip, keeping in the little noises he’d normally make.
“We think this is what Eddie really wants,” Venom rumbled as his fingers danced over the crotch to hook in the waistband of his sweatpants.
It wasn’t really fair when Venom had access to his thoughts and reactions, and they were both far less resistant than he was making out to be. So he did the only defiant thing that he could do while strung up and pinned; he stuck out his tongue again. As it turned out, that was a brilliant idea, since moments later Venom surged forward and forced Eddie’s tongue back into his own mouth with his long, thick tongue. It curled with his own, squeezing and pulsing in his mouth, pushing further down into his throat until Eddie choked on it, making his cock twitch – an action and reaction that went hand in hand at that point.
“Yessss, we know how to kill Eddie’s bad mood,” the symbiote stated, sounding pleased with himself.
Eddie barely acknowledged the words in his mind, or the hands and tendrils plucking at his clothes, too preoccupied with the tongue nearly cutting off his air supply and shorting out his brain function. By the time Venom allowed Eddie to gasp for air, the sweatpants were gone, and a second later his shirt was yanked over his head too, to go flying across the room, and Eddie was left naked, semi hard, and still very much pinned to the bed.
“Going to stop fighting now, Eddie?” Venom confidently inquired.
It was that confidence that made Eddie spit back a bratty, albeit breathless, “No.”
Apparently, Venom was somewhat shocked by that answer, which was understandable, since usually whenever Venom got him like that, Eddie was the one that was a pile of goo, pliant and eager, happily submissive to the symbiote. That was not the case that day, not the mindset he was in, though he was still keen to get absolutely fucked out by Venom, especially now that his symbiote had him worked up in a very different way to how he was before.
“There will be no fight left when we are finished with Eddie.”
“Promises, promises…” Eddie goaded, flexing his hands and wiggling his hips.
In a matter of moments, Venom’s mass seemed to seep out of Eddie’s back, encasing it, tiny tendrils crept up the curve of his ribs, slid into the crease of his hips, wrapped around his upper arms, and circled his taut nipples. Meanwhile, thicker ones netted across his thighs, creating garter-like straps up high, and Venom’s semi-human shaped bulk settled between his legs.
“Eddie belongs to us,” Venom reminded him with a long, wet lick up Eddie’s body from the core of him to the hollow of his throat, just peaking the tip through Eddie’s red, kiss swollen lips.
“Ffffuc-c-k!”
“What a great idea,” Venom said as if fucking Eddie stupid wasn’t what the symbiote had in mind.
“I th-thought so,” Eddie replied, keeping the attitude in his tone despite the word stumble.
“Did you? And what did Eddie think about? Hm?” Venom inquired as he used the pointed tip of his tongue to lick at Eddie’s face, then his neck and collarbone, “Was it how deep inside your holes we can go? How needy Eddie is for us to fill them…or was it how we know Eddie’s most intimate thoughts, about us, about how he likes feeling like a helpless, tasty morsal on display for us?”
There were certainly no lies in the symbiote’s words, and they both knew it, Eddie’s cock strained harder, proving it, but he didn’t give Venom the satisfaction of admitting it aloud. Even when a giant, clawed hand pressed against his throat, fingertips almost meeting at the back of his neck, still Eddie didn’t say a word, despite the way hot sparks ran down his core, making his cock jump and leak.
“Tell us what we want to hear, Eddie…” Venom commanded, breath hot on Eddie’s face.
“No,” he croaked as precome dribbled down his stiff cock.
“Eddie is so defiant for how needy his dick is,” the symbiote commented, saliva coated teeth on show, a clawed finger tracing Eddie’s bottom lip, “we will not let Eddie come until he admits-”
Surging forward as far as possible in his position, which was not far at all, Eddie managed to swipe his tongue across Venom’s mouth and teeth, briefly feeling each long, sharp tooth, and even catching one point on the side of his tongue. The taste of blood was fleeting, as was the little nick that was immediately healed for him, even if it wasn’t, he’d have still had same smugness on his face when he looked at those milky eyes again.
“Have it your way,” Venom growled with predatory excitement, “we will make Eddie beg.”
The thrill of the chase transferred from the symbiote to the human, making him shiver in anticipation. Idly he wondered if his little display, the taste of his blood, had appealed to Venom, gotten him keyed up. There was no fear, no doubt that he was safe with the carnivorous, alien monster that he hosted, so all that he was left with was a keen state of enthusiasm and arousal for whatever came next.
Next was that Venom sunk back between Eddie’s legs, spreading them wider, and bending his knees a little. It seemed obvious to Eddie what Venom was doing, and he waited for the feeling of a tendril sliding up his leg, ready for it to slip easily into his hole. And he kept waiting, but it didn’t happen, instead tiny tendrils plucked at his nipples, and Venom’s tongue took it’s time tasting Eddie everywhere except where he was straining for it.
“Oh, was Eddie expecting something?” Venom jeered as he ghosted his hands up and down Eddie’s thighs, just letting the tips of his claws drag over the sensitive skin.
Metaphorically biting his tongue, Eddie literally bit his lip while he glared into milky eyes.
“No? Maybe later…”
Of course, because Eddie was no longer expecting it, just sinking back into sensual stroke of Venom’s tongue over his body, that was when he suddenly felt something thin and long easily pushing through the tight muscle of his asshole.
“Nyyahh, f-ffuck,” Eddie breathed out far more needily than he intended.
“Just kidding.”
The tendril didn’t stay thin for long, as soon as there was a few inches worth inside of him, it started growing, not too fast, but fast enough that Eddie could feel that delicious burn of being stretched open. When Venom started moving it, in deep, and all the way back out, occasionally plucking at his rim in between, Eddie thought that was as large as it was going to get, which, it was a decent girth, so he certainly wasn’t complaining, in fact he was doing quite the opposite. However, as his orgasm started to build, he soon learned that that was not the case, and the tendril grew larger still, stretching him wider, his fingers and toes curling with the feeling of being so incredibly full.
“Fucking hell, V, th-that’s…it’s…uhhnnn…so big,” he gasped, breathless.
“Eddie needs big, trust us,” Venom assured him, even as he enlarged the tendril again, wringing a moaned sob from Eddie.
“I do,” he panted, shuddering slightly every time his hole tried to clench down around the obscenely thick tendril, bringing him closer to the peak.
Venom smiled at his sincere admission, and then it grew into a toothier, prideful one, “We know Eddie is ready to come…going to admit-”
“N-no-ooo!” he half shouted it as his prostate was deliberately played with, “Fuck, fucking fu-uuuhhhnnnnn,” he babbled incoherently, body arching dramatically until Venom stopped.
A tendril stroked his hair sweetly while Eddie panted and managed to reopen his eyes, and then it collected the drool at the corner of his mouth and disappeared.
“We do like a challenge.”
“Shit.”
“Hmm…” Venom pretended to think as he leered over Eddie’s naked body, flushed pink on the chest, neck and face, while his cock was a deep, needy red, with a steady river of pearly precome dripping down the side. “Ah. So many parts of Eddie to taste.”
In a flash, that long tongue was out of his mouth again, lapping at the red lines on Eddie’s thighs from Venom’s claws, slowly but surely making it’s way up to his groin. As his tongue closed in on his cock, wrapping around it like a vine, Venom’s mouth drew closer too, and then it grew wider, unhinging like a snake’s, and suddenly Eddie’s cock and balls were inside Venom’s mouth. The sight alone had him in hot flushes, hips unconsciously trying to buck up into that huge mouth, but the feeling, oh god.
Venom’s mouth was hot as a furnace, and so slick and slippery, then there was those needle sharp teeth indenting the skin of his inner thighs and just above his neat nest of pubic hair, but that tongue. That sinful tongue, he couldn’t see what it was doing, but whatever it was, it was pressing, pumping, stroking, and vibrating his cock and balls in all the right ways to make Eddie’s entire body shake with an impending orgasm.
Hands curled into fists, asshole clenching around the massive tendril still inside of him, Eddie made guttural, almost inhuman sounds, held taut on that edge, but unable to get over it and fall into bliss, “Venom!” he howled, voice raspy from overuse.
“Yes, Eddie?” the symbiote answered, sounding so ridiculously normal compared to state that Eddie was in.
“Ven-nom...” he whimpered brokenly, eyes closing.
“No, look at us, Eddie,” a tendril poked his cheek until Eddie opened his eyes again, “see what only we can do to you…”
Lifting his head away, removing all but his tongue and tendril from Eddie’s groin, he could see now how that long, slippery organ was coiled around his cock. Still, Venom was unrelenting, sliding the coils up and down, and letting the tip of his tongue tease at the precome oozing slit in the head, pressing into the opening just a tiny bit, just enough to deliciously overstimulate Eddie all over again.
Finally, he broke, he’d been riding the edge of orgasm for who knew how long, and he couldn’t hold on anymore, lest he lose what little sanity he had, “Let me c-come,” he requested, didn’t beg.
“Not just yet, Eddie,” Venom told him suavely, tongue tip wriggling in a little further.
And then, knowing that the symbiote would and could keep him strung out, he begged, “V, I can’t take it anymore…” he whined pathetically now that the flood gates had opened, “Fuck, V, it’s too…ah…fuck…it’s too much…”
“Eddie knows what we want to hear,” Venom reminded him, “told us to do our worst…”
He knew Venom was toying with him now, so he did what his symbiote wanted and begged harder, admitted to it all, “Please, V, please, fuck, I’m yours…you’re all I think about, all the filthy and-and depraved things I want you to do to me, and all that sappy bullshit too, it’s all you, only need you…please, V, I need…need to come!” the last few words came out as a broken sob after the desperate, albeit truthful, declarations.
“Eddie admits it?”
“Yes, yes! I admit everything, you’re the best ffffuck of my life, V, the best th-thing that ever happened to me…don’t know what I’d do without you, I love you…”
A softer look passed over Venom’s face momentarily, and then instead of being wrapped around his cock, Venom’s tongue was in his mouth, curled around his own, as he was thoroughly kissed and choked. The black mass of Venom’s body surrounded his overstimulated cock and undulated, almost vibrating around it, along with the tendril inside him, and that was how Eddie discovered that the symbiote had relinquished his hold, allowing Eddie to come, spurting copious amounts of it into the black goo and over his stomach. Had his mouth not been occupied, he’d have screamed himself hoarse, and even after he finally stopping making a mess of them, he still groaned and whimpered softly while his cock twitched, and he clenched and unclenched around the thick tendril still buried deep in his ass.
As usual, Venom couldn’t hold his solid shape for long after Eddie orgasmed, reverting to a gooey, black puddle stretched out across the human’s sweaty, naked body, too drunk on the delicious brain chemicals that Eddie produced to do or be anything else. That also meant that Eddie’s hands were released, his arms a bit numb and tingly from being kept up high for so long, he let one just flop onto the bed next to him, but the other he gently rested in the Venom puddle on his stomach, wiggling the goo between his fingers.
That was how they stayed for some time, Eddie bringing his breathing back to normal, his mind back from cloud nine, getting used to being so empty again, and Venom slowly sobering and shaping up. At some point Eddie started to doze off, mind and body now at ease, no longer plagued with the irritated restlessness from that morning, but as he did so, Venom sunk through him, emerging behind him and reforming into a full head and torso once more. Massive arms snaked around Eddie’s waist, holding him tightly against a firm chest while a hot breath tickled his hair and ear.
“Eddie feels better now, yes?” Venom inquired, a uniquely post-fuck contentment in his voice that Eddie found endearing.
“Yeah, V,” he answered, letting his head fall to the side to affectionately touch their temples together.
“See, Eddie just needed to go back to bed, like we said,” the symbiote told him almost matter-of-factly, “buuuuut…Eddie should have said that he wanted us to fuck him, instead of being moody and making us worry something was actually wrong,”
“Uh, yeeeah,” Eddie breathed out slowly, guilt, shame, and a lifetime of fucking things up spiralled together within him, “I know, I do know…and I’m sorry, love, but it was one of those things; I didn’t know I needed it until we were doing it, y’know?”
“Eddiiieee…” Venom cooed as softly as he was capable, it was that tone he used when he wanted to comfort his human host but didn’t know how, “do not feel the bad emotions, it is okay, we are not mad at Eddie.”
“I-I was, uh, a bit of a dick though, so, I am sorry for that,” he apologised, trying to be better than past versions of himself. “But thanks for putting up with me and figuring it out, V, I still don’t know what came over me this morning, I feel so much better now though.”
“Eddie thought himself a brat, not a dick, that is a better word…we can handle bratty Eddie, we know what he wants, we can fuck him into compliance,” Venom grinned smugly, taking their conversation back out of serious territory, “and then he can get up on the right side of the bed.”
Rolling his eyes fondly, Eddie sighed out the tension, glad to know that there were no hard feelings from that morning, besides the one between his legs, “You’re never going to let this go, are you?” he asked more playfully.
“No, never,” Venom purred in Eddie’s ear.
Eddie just shook his head, a smile finally settled on his face as he relaxed further into the big, strong arms of the one he loved.