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Eddie Brock is infamous for not being sane. He never has been. Not even as a kid but now it's even worse. Anyone would go insane if they had to eat a human every week. Anyone but Venom of course since they're not human themselves.
Eddie doesn't take part in the feasting. He doesn't want to see it or smell the gut-wrenching stench of organs. The thought turns his stomach. Makes him question his morals (if he even has any), why he does this but then…then he looks at Venom with their head on his belly, purring softly like a big, slimy, terrifying cat. Eddie swears the symbiote is using dopamine boosts or something to make him bend to their will. Whatever it is, it works…until it doesn't.
"I can't fucking do this! We can't keep doing this shit, it's disgusting!" Eddie yells, storming into the hotel room.
Eddie…don't be upset, Eddie
Eddie leans over the sink and takes a deep breath. "Fuck me…" he mutters. A tendril appears on his shoulder to knead it gently.
We can't help our nature
"No no, I get that…" Eddie looks in the mirror. His hair looks dreadful. He hasn't had a good haircut in a while. He's been cutting it on his own and it shows. It makes him look like a mad man which isn't exactly false advertising.
"Just conceal me better next time, alright? I know you're proud of your prey and all but don't show it to me" he explains. "...unless it's like a bird or something…Just not a human!"
Yes, Eddie
Venom really is just a cat. A big, scary, hairless cat with the fangs of a shark and the appetite of a small army. Eddie doesn't mind the violence. He has seen a thing or two in his lifetime but seeing the bloody corpses of other humans is too much. Especially on a daily basis. It ruins his own appetite.
Eddie strips naked and hops into the shower. A hot shower always calms him down. Before he even thinks about reaching for the tiny hotel shampoo bottle, Venom is pouring the liquid on his head and rubbing it in his hair. They have gotten really good with their massaging skills. Venom's tendrils wash behind his ears and then tilt his head back to rinse off the shampoo.
A couple of tendrils creep down to caress his stomach and his hips. They tease around Eddie's abdomen. He lets out a short laugh.
"Are you trying to condition me into being okay with cannibalism?"
Venom quickly retreats and hisses.
So ungrateful!
Eddie still feels Venom moving under his skin and over his shoulders, along his biceps. An affectionate tingle in his fingertips makes his heart flutter. This fucking parasite.
NOT A PARASITE
"Sorry, love"
A deep growl rumbles in Eddie's chest. He steps out of the shower into the cool air and wipes his hand over the surface of the foggy mirror to have a look at himself again. The bags under his eyes are undeniable (not to mention the hair) but he feels fine now. A less of a disaster than five minutes prior.
Eddie walks out of the bathroom and into the cheap hotel room that probably has a thousand jizz stains all over the carpet and sheets. He has grown quite familiar with sleeping in filth during his depressive episodes. Good thing he doesn't own a blacklight so he doesn't have to see it anyway.
With a loud thud, Eddie falls to the floor face-first into the jizzed up orange carpet. He groans and rolls onto his back to see Venom in all their hulking glory looming over him. They pin him down, nearly crushing his arms with their sturdy grip. The symbiote’s opal eyes are set in thin lines and their tongue is peeking out between their carnivorous teeth. Eddie is a big dude but Venom is a massive man-eating alien. They make Eddie feel like a little rabbit about to get eaten by a wolf.
Saliva drips down onto Eddie's face and just as he's about to say something in protest, Venom drags their two-foot-long tongue over his features. Eddie spits out the saliva that got in his mouth. He tries to move his arms to wipe his face but the action only makes Venom drop their weight on him harder.
Eddie curses under his breath when his blood starts pumping hot through his body. His cock twitches in interest with nothing (not even a towel) covering it. Venom forms the lower half of their body outside Eddie as well and starts rubbing their smooth crotch against their host's leaking erection.
Eddie gasps in surprise as his cock gets engulfed in a moist tunnel. The noise Venom makes at the initial penetration echoes in Eddie’s head and he feels the vibrations of it in his bones. Venom opens their maw, revealing the multiple rows of teeth hidden inside. Eddie gulps. It's embarrassing how turned on he gets when he's scared. He wants to put his dick in there. He wants to feel those needle-sharp teeth grace against his most sensitive area as Venom eagerly serves him and devours his genitals.
Eddie shuts his eyes as Venom takes the right half of his face in their mouth. Their tongue teases over his lips, reassuring him of his safety. Eddie knows Venom would never eat him. That said, it doesn't mean he isn't aware that the alien thinks he's delicious.
Venom rocks their hips back and forth. There are fluids dripping between them, covering their thighs in a sticky mess.
Venom's mass tenses and they close Eddie in an embrace so tight they might merge together. Venom ripples as they feed off the chemicals Eddie's brain is producing just for them. They lick the human’s salty skin and his prickly stubble, tasting his fear on his sweat. If Venom could eat Eddie without hurting or killing him, they'd do it in a heartbeat. They sink their teeth into Eddie's scalp and jaw the tiniest bit. They don't want to leave a scar. They only want to feed off the blooms of intense arousal.
"Y…you're crushing me-" Eddie chokes out. His face is burning up and so is his body. Venom is really doing a number on him and judging by the symbiote's continuous humming and chittering, Eddie's doing quite a number on them as well.
Venom lets go of Eddie's head and rolls over to switch their places.
"Sorry, Eddie" They murmur. They lick the human's nose apologetically. Eddie snorts and opens his eyes. He straightens his back and looks down at their groins where they're connected. He slowly pulls out and thrust back in. The motion makes his cock pulse and Venom's makeshift pussy quiver.
Venom pulls Eddie down to lie on them again. The feeling of love and closeness that sparks from Eddie, makes the symbiote feel stronger and fuller. They squeeze their muscular thighs around Eddie's hips and begin rocking back and forth again, leaving their host no work. Eddie rolls his hips and whimpers when what feels like a dozen tiny, alien tongues lick the head of his cock. The tongues dip into his slit and under his foreskin, tasting every inch of him, tracing the veins on his shaft.
Venom starts moving faster. They stick out their tongue to smell the musk in the air. But just as they sense their host's orgasm coming, Eddie slips out.
"Shit" Eddie swears. Venom roars in frustration, barely holding their humanoid form together. Their limbs spasm and break apart momentarily. Eddie shushes them.
"You're gonna get us a noise complaint" he splutters. He quickly slides back into the sopping orifice. Venom's pussy has a death grip on his cock. The inky walls move in waves to aid him in falling over the edge and it doesn't even take a minute until Eddie comes.
A pleasured scream escapes his throat. He swallows hard, trying to prevent further noises from sneaking out as his throbbing cock is getting milked for all its worth. He hears a deep, satisfied hum in his head followed by his name being moaned out lustfully by the pleased symbiote.
The combination of warm cum and post orgasm brain juices makes Venom's form reduce down into a bubbling, oily mess. Eddie rests on top of the puddle and kisses it softly as short tendrils tickle his lips and nose.
Eddie wraps some of the black goo around his fingers and hums. It's funny how drastically Venom's scare factor drops when they're like this. All vulnerable and gooey. He could lock them in a jar if he wanted to but there’s no point to that.
"Second dinner, Eddie?" A small snout asks. Eddie stands up on his wobbly legs and Venom manifests their head on his shoulder with little eyes and a mouth.
"You can't just fuck me and expect to get anything you want in return. Brains are a once-a-week treat, remember?"
"Chocolate?"
Eddie chuckles. Now that Venom mentioned chocolate, he could go for a bite. After all, he hasn't got himself a treat today yet. He deserves something nice after a mentally taxing day.
"I could go for a Kit-Kat actually"
"Forty Kit-Kats!" Venom exclaims, smiling from ear to ear (if they had ears). Eddie starts putting his clothes back on.
"I don't think they have that many in the vending machine, love"
"Then we'll take all the Kit-Kats they do have"
Eddie throws on his shirt and puts on his shoes. "Deal" he smiles as he opens the door.
"We want Milkyways too, Eddie" Venom begs, sneaking a few tendrils around their host's finger. Eddie rolls his eyes and points at the symbiote.
"Don't try your luck, big guy. Six Kit-Kats and eight Milkyways"