Near death, Riot drags Carlton Drake's body onto to Eddie's doorstep. In order to heal both the man and symbiote, Venom must merge their forms into one which proves surprisingly pleasurable for their humans.
Eddie felt like he was finally getting back on his feet. New job, new apartment, new best friend; the alien symbiote he now played host to. That part was sort of complicated and he was just beginning to understand what he'd signed up for.
Though it wasn't exactly as if all the details had been explicitly spelled out for him before he'd bonded with Venom.
'Dear potential host, the following document contains important information on the care and comfort of your new symbiote.'
No, symbiotes didn't come with an instruction manual. There was no plan, no detailed guide. They were both just figuring out this human host and alien symbiote thing as they went along.
Teaching the symbiote right from wrong, learning how to deal with it's weird obsession with their new neighbour, Flash Thompson, and hopefully not becoming San Francisco's current local cryptid were all things Eddie could handle, right?
This is a Veddie fanfiction with lemon. Lots of Lemon. Portraits the evolution of their relationship.
Also hurt/comfort for Eddie's mental state as Venom tries to make him get better. Some fluff is there too, obviously.
Contains explicit content in almost every chapter. Feast your imagination.
“It’s you and me now, huh,” he murmurs to fill the long silence, mind reeling at all of the potential possibilities that are as vast as the stars above them. They’re getting stronger every day and whatever he and his symbiote will become they will discover it together.
'We’re Venom, and we can do whatever we want,' they say, and Eddie smiles.
It’s as simple as that.
Venom's tongue is seemingly infinite in length, stronger than a normal human's entire arm, and dripping with what can be questionably called saliva. Eddie knows all of these facts very, very intimately.
The Venom symbiote thinks it's time that Eddie use his own some more.