Chapter 2
Eddie regained consciousness after what had felt like days of sleep. He could have sworn that he had aged during his slumber, his face rough with a light beard, which he didn’t mind. His muscles and joints at first were stiff and as he reached up to his face to touch his fresh beard, the discomfort made him wince as he moved his complaining body. He wagered a guess that he no longer suffered from the flu but his muscles ached, and his shoulder burned, a deep fire rolling under his skin. Curious of the origin of the roaring pain, he glanced down and felt his jaw drop, he had a partially healed scar forming on the soft skin of his shoulder. He closed his gaping mouth, swallowing his gasp of shock and gingerly felt the scar. He could swear that the mark held at least 200 individual puncture wounds, suspiciously similar to Venom’s grinning rows of razors. When his rough fingertips made contact with his skin, he yelped at the pain, causing it to ripple throughout his shoulder and spread to his arm, then to his fingers. He flopped back down on the bed, and looked at his ceiling in annoyance. He had foggy memories from when he was last conscious, and he strained to remember what Venom had gotten them into. That damn creature, no matter how much Eddie loved their escapades and enjoyed his antics, he crossed a line by biting him, especially so roughly.
“Sorry.” Venom whispered. Voicing his regret, he brought small tentacles out of Eddie, running the dark extensions along his arm, spreading a cooling feeling through Eddie’s sore appendage.
Eddie closed his eyes. “It’s okay. Can you heal me? It hurts man.”
Venom was quiet. Then he spoke with a plain tone, almost bordering monotone.
“No. Venom marked Eddie.”
Eddie rubbed his eyes, and huffed in frustration, swearing slightly. Venom was so damn possessive, but wait…did what Eddie dream in his extended slumber, actually happen?
Venom rumbled, tentacles still surfacing from Eddie’s hot skin, skimming Eddie’s chest and pushing his arms above his head. “Remember?” Eddie suddenly felt the shroud of mystery fall away as if he was let in on a big secret and the last conscious exchange between them crawled into the front of his mind.
He realized that he was pinned down, his arms up, the exact same position as when they had fucked.
Venom purred as Eddie tossed around in his mind the memories and feelings. Confusion, lust and excitement crowding his mind. Eddie knew that Venom had hidden the exchange from him when he regain consciousness, which worried him. He felt Venom’s constant hesitation, like a black cloud hanging in his mind. “Venom…” he whispered, a small whimper escaped his lips and Venom let a stray tentacle graze his slightly hard dick, causing Eddie’s hips to shift, unconsciously straining for more friction under the warm sheets.
“Can you please heal my skin? I can’t go to work next week with a large scar like this.”
Eddie grumbled at the tentacles probing him. Venom stopped moving.
“Venom. Come on man. I had your fucking dick in me and we fucked for hours, I am sure that was enough, right?”
Venom made him move his arms down to his sides, and Eddie finally peeked under the sheets at his body, expecting to see the black and slippery tentacles touching him. Instead of that arousing sight, he found that he had bruises everywhere. He scrambled back on the bed, throwing his covers off, scooting back so he was sitting against the headboard of his bed. He practically slammed his head against the wood of the headboard at the sheer power of his movement.
“OH MY GOD.”
Venom made no noise. The tentacles had vanished.
“Venom, what’s going on? You aren’t telling me something.”
Venom continued his silence but Eddie felt he was suffocating under the weight of something on Venoms mind.
Eddie sat there, his thick arms crossed, his muscles aching but rippling with a sense of contempt. Finally Venom spoke, a tone so sweet and emotional, Eddie could have sworn Annie was there, confessing her love to him.
“Venom love Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyes widened, and his fingernails dug into his arms in shock, biting his raw skin. He found that his bottom lip was now pressed between his teeth. “Stop messing.”
“No messing Eddie. That bite was my claim. Can’t heal it, it’s Venom’s mate mark. Venom give his host this mark. Venom die if Eddie die, no hopping hosts again.”
Eddie felt as if his brain was short circuiting, trying to understand this rambling that Venom was emitting.
He could not comprehend why Venom would do such a thing. Eddie was as disposable as the trash in the dumpster outside, which Venom had told him over and over. Venom was so much better, so much stronger, which he proved when he healed and protected Eddie.
Venom pulled Eddie up out of the messy and damp bed, a tentacle grabbing the door frame of the bedroom, dragging Eddie through it. Venom led him down the hall, pushing him into his apartments bathroom, where he had first been vulnerable with Eddie, where he had washed Eddie soothingly.
“Venom love Eddie. Venom want only Eddie.”
“But you will die.”
“Venom wants Eddie as mate. Eddie is Venom’s partner.”
“But…” Eddie started, but Venom pulled him to the dirty and poorly lit bathroom mirror. He projected himself to stand behind Eddie, his tentacles encasing Eddie’s small body, long black arms and claw riddled hands holding Eddie’s shoulders, possessively.
“Symbiotes mate, sometimes with hosts. You, Eddie make me happy. Sex was goooood. Eddie and Venom…always.” The last word trailed in Eddie’s ear as Venom lowered his large, drooling mouth. The words crawling into his head, burying itself, skipping down into his aching chest, penetrating his thumping heart.
“Tell Venom yes.”
Eddie closed his eyes as Venom voiced its need. He could feel Venom’s tentacles exploring his still raw, bruised skin, making his breath shake.
“Fuck me again Venom.”
Venom purred, a large vibration of want seeping down on Eddie. “Yes.” Venom boomed, his tone rough and wanting. “Fuck Eddie until Eddie submits to Venom.”
Eddie whimpered as Venom pushed him into the searingly cold sink, bending him slightly.
“Please V. I need to feel how much you love me.”
Venom growled possessed with need.
“Venom love Eddie. Venom own Eddie.”