“Shit...that’s too tight…!”
More , Eddie.
“Yeah, yeah you’ll get more just...ease up, okay?”
“Don’t you ever get sick of it?”
I like your taste.
“What, not ‘ours’?”
This...is entirely you.
“Getting kinda romantic, y’know.”
“S-sure you’re not just enjoying getting your rocks off?”
Your pleasure is my pleasure. Our pleasure.
“Well, I’m not gonna fight that...hey - slow it down…”
The talk happens over a week later, because Venom has poor impulse control. Eddie can’t blame the guy for being what he is, for approaching the world in the only way he knows how, but it’s wreaking havoc on Eddie’s schedule. And body.
“Man, I can’t spend all day jerking off,” he whines, swatting away black tendrils trying to creep into his underwear. “I have to work , I have to see Anne and eat and live my life .”
Is this not living?
“Don’t get philosophical.”
“Yeah, so does having money. You want to keep having those tater tots?”
This is much better than tater tots. Tastes better.
Eddie wrinkles his nose. They’re going to have to agree to disagree on that. But he has to get going, because Anne’s expecting him at a new sushi place she’s been excited about for months, and there are more important things to drill into Venom’s head.
“Okay so,” he shoves his arms into his jacket and checks his pockets for his keys. “I think it’s time I lay down a few ground rules with you, buddy.”
Too many rules.
Eddie snorts, scanning his apartment for his wallet.
Do not eat him. Eat him, but not now. Tonight we can eat, tomorrow we can not.
He really needs one of those fancy dishes people keep by their doors to dump their important junk. Anne used to have one, it made things so much easier.
Do not touch you. Touch you. Stop touching you. Do not stop touching you.
Eddie sighs. He tries to quell the excitement that starts to bubble up when hearing Venom talk about touching him. Now is really not the time.
Rules, rules, rules.
Eddie finds the wallet on the ground by his couch as Venom bitches, and shoves it into the back pocket of his jeans. “Yeah well,” he says, and shrugs. “We need rules.”
We do not.
“No, I mean,” he waves. “Like the ‘general’ we, not we we. Everyone.”
You are beyond everyone else, now.
“Sure, sure,” there’s a big, highly existential conversation to be had there, maybe; a little too big for a pre-lunch sex lecture. A little too big for ever , probably. “But we’re not talking about that. We’re talking about you, me, and my dick.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, clicking his door shut. “You’re a pain in the ass to talk to, you know that?”
“ Anyway ,” he tries to keep his voice down in the hallway. Most of his neighbors already think he’s the the building weirdo; he doesn’t want to add more fuel to the fire. “I know that you know about how bodies work, man. You know I can’t just get it up whenever I want. Or when you want.”
You don’t try.
“This isn’t one of those ‘when there’s a will, there’s a way’ kind of deals,” says Eddie, shuffling down the stairs. It’s a pain to take them, but he was in the elevator once and the thing got shaky in a way that made him nervous, so he hasn’t used it since. “This is already... so much , Venom. My dick’s gonna fall off at this pace. Take it easy on me, you know?”
The symbiote grumbles. Eddie pushes open the front door of the building and finds it raining. “Ah, shit.”
He really ought to buy an umbrella. Anne was always the one who worried about that kind of stuff.
“So?” he walks at a brisk pace, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “How about it, big guy? Slow it down - all right?”
Fine. For you.
“You’re the best.”
It’s Venom’s first time tasting sushi; Eddie kind of glad he’s into it, even if he’s grumbling about the tiny portions and all the rice. Though the symbiote does seem to enjoy the soy sauce.
“So,” Anne sets down her chopsticks, finishes chewing.
He knows that tone.
“It’s been...a while,” she gives him a contemplative look. “Getting up to a year. Have you considered getting back into dating, yet?”
Eddie takes a long drink of his tea, to give himself the time to think. He really hasn’t, in truth. Most of his brain power goes toward thinking about work or Venom, these days.
“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Hey, should you even be asking about that?”
“Please,” she rolls her eyes, but she smiles. “I want us to be the good kind of exes. I want you to be able to talk to me.”
“Yeah, okay,” he grins. “Then I get to ask you all sorts of slightly-maybe-too-personal questions, too huh?”
Anne takes a delicate sip of her tea. “I reserve the right to segue.”
“Oh yeah, for sure.”
“Okay - shoot.”
“You and Dan?”
It’s become easier than it’s ever been, now - the “and Dan” part of Anne these days. Anne and Dan. The unit they make.
Eddie shrugs, doesn’t look at her. “Wedding bells, yet?”
Dan’s already living with her. And they’re all at that age now: he knows all of Anne’s friends are married - and she had been on her way to being one of them, before it all fell apart. He wonders how she feels about that, what she thinks about it all, but he can’t ask her that now. Maybe he will never be able to, not when they’re just friends. It’s tough to know that they were planning to grow old together, and now some parts of her are going to be locked away from him forever.
Anne looks into her cup. Her palm is pressed flat against its side; she’d told him once that it eased her sore wrists from typing up documents all day. Mugs used to litter their house together, all of them hers. He wonders if Dan picks them up for her, clicking his tongue.
“We’ve been talking about it,” she says, casual. The real kind, not the kind people put on when they’re running away from something. “I think he’s a little intimidated because...you know,” she shrugs. “I was just engaged, and we haven’t been together long. No one wants to look like a rusher.”
Anne sweeps her hair back over her shoulder. It’s becoming less painful, to see it and not touch. Time doesn’t make the urge go away, only easier to bear. Last month it had made him ache; today, he is okay.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“About dating?” he shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
She looks sad, but only for a moment. Skills learned from the courtroom.
“...I’d like to know you were being taken care of,” she murmurs, quiet and intimate. “I worry about you.”
Eddie pops another piece of sushi into his mouth, to keep from blurting out that he’s glad to hear it. He wants to be cool about it - he’s always cared about her opinion.
“Don’t worry too much,” he says, swallowing. Then he smiles. “I mean - worry a little -”
She rolls her eyes, and chuckles.
“ - but don’t worry too much. I’m good. It doesn’t always look like it,” God knows he’s always been a bit terrible at taking care of himself. “But I’m...y’know. I’m good . Hanging in there.”
He can’t mention Venom, not yet. But if he could, he’d tell her that he’s got someone watching over him always.
It pulls at him, suddenly, the thought that now is the perfect time to say it. So he does: “And I’m happy you found Dan.”
She blinks, quietly astonished.
“I don’t know if I actually said it, y’know,” he shrugs, playing with the ginger on his plate with his chopsticks. “But he’s a good guy. And you deserve that.”
Anne nods, contemplating. Her eyes are soft, and her mouth does that thing where it wants to smile but her brain is too far ahead of it to make it happen. Eddie looks at it, and for the first time in a long while, he doesn’t think about kissing her at all. “I’m glad,” she murmurs. “...Thank you.”
Eddie is the one to take care of the bill. Anne heads out first, he stays behind to watch the rain get lighter and lighter under the awning in front of the restaurant. It’s chilly outside, he knows, but his body feels warm under his jacket.
“You were pretty quiet in there,” he says, watching cars.
A moment of catharsis.
“Catharsis?” Eddie snorts. “Is that what that was?”
He feels light, though. Light enough to float away, like something heavy has been plucked off his back that he hadn’t known was even there .
A lighter, distant cousin maybe. Venom’s not wrong.
He breathes, sharply through his nose. “...huh.”
His good cheer carries him through his work that day, and when he gets home he beelines for the shower.
“Damn,” he rubs at his face, lets the hot spray take the tension out of his back. “Gotta get back to the gym.” He moves around a lot, but he’s forgotten what sitting a desk for hours at a time does to a body.
He knows Anne’s different tones by heart, how the changes in her speech reflect her moods. When she wants him to listen, when she wants him to talk. He’s finding that Venom has them too, and though they haven’t been together long, he thinks he’s starting to get a handle on them.
Your mood. Tonight.
Eddie hums, and thinks about it. He does feel really good.
He drops his hands down to his thighs and feels himself up - up his stomach, around his sides, his ass. Yeah, he’s getting there. He’s not sure why it feels different, at the moment - why Venom seems to be preoccupied.
The familiar ache curls in his belly, dropping to his cock.
Eddie is thinking about jerking off when Venom jumps from his skin - nearly all of him.
He’s careful not to slip in the shower and break open his head. His feet slip inelegantly through water when he jerks, watching as Venom forms right in front of him. Nearly his full size, when he’s taken Eddie over completely - almost a foot taller than him and so much broader. They’re still connected at the waist and hips, and black tendrils streak down to clutch at Eddie’s thighs.
“Hey buddy,” says Eddie, mouth agape. “What’s...ah, the occasion?”
We feel good.
Venom reaches out with a big, clawed hand and strokes hard down Eddie’s front. The touch, even as quick as it is, makes his nipples tighten on his chest as he shivers.
This hasn’t happened yet. Venom hasn’t come out this much, before.
Is it because of Eddie’s mood - his near bliss, his strange lightness since lunch?
There’s something of a hunger, of a longing, in Venom that Eddie feels in his own body. It pools in his chest, like water in his lungs - so strong, so suddenly, that it’s tough to breathe through.
...So that’s it.
He says, “You’re...happy.” And terribly, terribly aroused. They both are.
Venom towers over him, smiling as always. Then he speaks , out loud like he hasn’t since that night on the pier on their first real meeting: “ Very .”
“Oh,” says Eddie. “ Oh .”
It comes in one hysterical, desperate thought: Why not ?
It feels as though he’s hanging in the spaces between passing seconds; suspended in time, locked in a moment. That moment is in the water, sliding down Venom’s enormous shoulders. That moment is in the shadow he casts over Eddie, dark and hungry. That moment is in the wide slash of Venom’s smile, teeth like knives. Dazed, Eddie pushes up to lick his own tiny, pitiful tongue up against those fangs, drags it flat against the huge stretch of enamel that he’s seen and felt and tasted tearing men to shreds.
Venom growls - in his head, and outside of it. Eddie feels it rock around in his own skull and can feel it buzz through the big guy’s mouth.
His bathroom wasn’t built to contain such an otherworldly sound; the walls may be shaking with it, it feels like.
There’s a big, clawed hand at his back and then he’s being slowly picked up. There’s no shock now, no space to be taken aback; he’s feeling Venom’s intentions as his own, a wild blur between them. He feels himself tipping backward until he’s laying down in the tub with Venom hovering overhead, blocking the spray of water with his back. Looking up is a trip, a fight against the searing light of his bathroom, the drops clinging to his eyelashes - and at the center of it all is the sight of the symbiote’s fascinated, terrifying face.
His thighs part on their own, nudging the edges of the tub; his brain has left the building and autopilot has never felt so good. Eddie gulps, and says, “You should fuck me.”
What an idea. How has not thought of it, before?
Venom’s giant hand reaches back and cups him at the crotch, a solid, sticky weight that has Eddie leaking. The tips of those claws brush at his hole and Eddie, for a moment, has to shut his eyes. This is well past weird, now - this is somewhere else entirely.
“Your rules?” he asks, amused and sarcastic, his tongue unfurling from his jaw and licking a hot stripe up Eddie’s chest; it stops just by his chin, and Venom watches as Eddie shakes.
“Fuck the rules,” says Eddie, dizzy. “Let’s do it your way this time.”
The symbiote is laughing. The sound of it makes the steamy shower air around them throb, makes Eddie’s breath come in heavy bursts.
Venom’s other hand flattens low on Eddie’s stomach. He’s gotten a bit softer there, from letting his gym membership expire and from eating too much packaged food since moving out of Anne’s place. Venom rubs the heel of his palm under his navel, under that rounded pouch, and says, “You want me here.”
“God,” is it possible to be sweating in the shower? He just might be. He doesn’t know anymore. “ God , yeah I do.”
Dazed, he watches the water sluice off Venom’s shoulders and thinks of being pelted by rain, coming out of the restaurant and warmed by Venom’s mysterious sense of satisfaction. He thinks of what they’ve talked about, the words between them: he thinks of rocks sailing through stars, of cotton candy and chocolate and what it feels like to be stripped of loneliness. Maybe it isn’t all his thoughts, but at this point what are they but one?
“Hey,” Eddie murmurs, so quietly the shower could eat it up. “I take back what I said.”
A purr, and Venom leans in close, face inches from his own. Those claws tighten on his stomach, and the sting makes him shiver.
“And that is?”
Eddie swallows, hard. “D-don’t take it easy on me.”
It’s unnerving - or it used to be - when Venom laughs. He doesn’t show himself outside of Eddie’s body very often, and the sight of those jaws parting to laugh makes him want to whimper. It’s creepy, it’s sexy , and Eddie thinks he may have well and truly lost his mind.
“I will not.”
There’s a thick, sticky finger breaching him and Eddie bucks, ass squeaking against wet porcelain. The symbiote has done something to dull his claws, but it still feels dangerous - like Eddie must hang on and do nothing else but let the creature use him, or else face punishment; Eddie is so hard he’s sure he’s going to pop.
“God, I can’t, I can’t ,” Eddie bites at his own lips. He can’t afford to have the neighbors hearing him kick up a ruckus, can’t afford to get kicked out - but he can’t make himself shut up, either, not when he’s never felt this good and this excited in his life. “Please, fucking please , just stuff my mouth - I can’t -”
That tongue - strong and slick, delicious - fills his mouth to near-choking. It’s hot, too, hotter than his own blood. It pushes far back into his throat, farther than comfortable; it’s so big it muffles his cries, makes breathing hard, but he doesn’t care.
The air is thick with steam and he doesn’t know where to put his attention. Venom is pulling him into a thousand different directions and Eddie thinks he may just fall apart, here in his shower, plugged by an alien symbiote and moments away from what he knows will be the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.
Eddie gasps and tries not to gag, breathing sharply through his nose and it moves, back and forth, fucking his throat. He moans, and his eyes slip closed.
His body wants it, Venom’s body wants it, so much more than his mind ever realized.
Venom’s finger expands and moves inside him, and soon enough it’s a thick, blunt weight - bigger and more dexterous than any dick. Eddie rocks into it, trying his best to meet Venom’s rhythm, straining against the the inhuman flesh in his mouth.
He knows about the prostate - that spot that makes so many guys go nuts for taking it up the ass. He’s never tried anything like this, before now, and when he feels Venom nudge that spot that just has to be it, he nearly chokes. He bites down on the tongue in shock, but the big guy doesn’t seem phased at all; he must be feeling it too, because Venom’s body shudders around him.
More. More of this.
“ Mmf !”
He whimpers and when the touch grows bolder, pounding into him, he’s pretty sure his muffled cries must sound like a man in agony. It’s blowing through the loud spray of the shower. His neighbors are going to freak.
See? Screaming is good.
Blearily, he sees the bright white of Venom’s eyes, and nods.
He hears a mantra - his own name sighed in a beastly voice, roaring in his head. On the outside, Venom merely snarls from the throat; Eddie is glad for their connection, glad he can feel how good it is for him too, even if the big guy doesn’t betray much outwardly.
It sounds wet and sticky, where Venom breaches him. Eddie’s legs twitch, heels sliding through the water as he fucks himself against it. His own fingers tingle, as does his tongue, and he thinks he may pass out from the feedback of sensation, from the power of Venom’s pleasure in his skull, his cock.
The tongue whips sharply out of Eddie’s mouth just as he comes, securing around his cock instead to catch it all. Venom pumps him, greedy, hungry ; something approaching satiation burns at Eddie’s stomach, the base of his spine, as Venom comes too. That big, powerful back undulates under the water as the symbiote’s maw opens in a hiss, drooling onto Eddie’s chest.
Eddie’s back thuds against the tub. He pants, ragged and greedy for air, as he watches Venom lick at his own mouth with dazed, gluttonous pleasure. Those big shoulders are trembling, faintly.
“Delicious.” Not a drop wasted; Venom smiles like a killer in a room full of prey, and Eddie finds himself grinning back.
“...Think I’m just gonna...hang out here…” he can’t keep his eyes open. It’s too hot, and he feels too heavy to move. “...good a place as any…”
Distantly, as though through smoke, he feels Venom seep back inside and overtake his body completely. He keeps his eyes shut, hears the sound of the shower being turned off. He’s moving - Venom’s moving - and before he knows it, he’s falling back onto his mattress with the symbiote’s black form nestling back inside his bones.
Eddie is asleep in minutes, to the sound of Venom’s happy purr.
Lunch plans for today is Mexican, an old haunt neither of them have been to in a while.
“You’re looking good,” she says. “Been sleeping well?”
Something like that.
“Something like that,” Eddie murmurs, grinning. He shoves his hands into his pockets and pinches at his side, because he can feel Venom’s prickling smugness coiling in that space between his shoulder blades, tingling firecracker sharp. It makes him jump a little and he would, at some point, like to work past this whole ‘getting weird looks from Anne’ thing someday.
He clears his throat. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” she gestures with a jerk of her shoulder. “Let’s walk, though? It’s nice today, and I don’t feel like getting caught in traffic.”
“Hey, I’m game.”
Maybe they’ll get to a point one day where she’ll hook her arm around his again, as friends, but for now they walk with side-by-side. It’s nice - it’s not what he would’ve wanted a year ago, but it’s nice . He’s happy, she’s happy, and - weirdly enough, so is Venom, even as he grumbles into Eddie’s ear about dead meat.
He’ll get him some tater tots, later.
Cotton candy, too.