Beauty
This was perfect. This was as close to any sort of higher power that Venom assumed they’d ever get. To them the universe outside of these walls was a dark, roiling, colliding entropy of chaos and random chance- never something to make much sense. This, however, made nothing but sense.
Eddie, in the muted and blue-gray early morning light, splayed across the cool sheets panting and gasping soundlessly with the pads of his fingers brushing over the parts of Venom that he could find. Venom liked it this way- with themselves remaining semi shapeless- it confused Eddie’s senses which magnified the heady cocktail of chemicals that his brain spilled out over the two of them. Two large taloned hands were holding Eddie down to the bed by his hips while a long, prehensile tongue worked up and down his shaft and rows of razor sharp teeth lightly grazed his balls. Anyone else might find this position rather dangerous- precarious at the very least- but not Eddie. Never their Eddie. His breath stuttered and he jolted and seized up a bit when their tongue tightened around his base and flicked over his slit at the same time. To them Eddie was like a favorite book, one with a cover that once might have been stiff but was now softened with wear, with dog eared pages marking special passages and a seam down the spine from being opened more than closed. They knew every part of him by memory but each visit was as breathtaking as the first. Even after all this time.
“T-Too much, love.” Eddie gasped.
They uncoiled from around his length just the smallest bit, just enough to give him a break. But not much of one because they kept flicking their tongue over his slit and dragging fang tips over his balls and he was almost vibrating on the bed. Venom liked that. When the pleasure would hit so hard that an arm or a leg would jolt and twist or bend at a weird angle and Eddie would just have to let it. They would never ever hurt him of course, it was just fun to see where the line was and after almost ten years they had a pretty good grasp of where it usually sat.
They slithered over his thighs and parted them, coalescing a firm mass at his tight, twitching entrance. Eddie always looked so pretty like this. He would probably be huffy about them using the term pretty but there was no other word in the human lexicon for how Eddie looked right now: gasping, writhing, glistening from sweat and anticipating. Anticipating being filled, being bound in a way that’s different from their usual state of togetherness. Anticipation was so pretty on Eddie.
They didn’t usually get to revel in Eddie’s anticipation like this, there was always something coming up to interrupt them. And by something interrupting they very lovingly meant their children. But it was sunrise on a Saturday morning, no way they could interrupt right now. They might even have to arrange a special ‘Thank You For Actually Being Asleep At The Correct Time’ breakfast.
“C-C’mon V.” Eddie’s voice dropped an octave or two.
Okay, maybe they were reveling in the anticipation a little too much.
“Sorry, beloved.”
They breached him and he grunted and hissed a little before relaxing himself further but Venom was in no rush. They could take the time to ease him open. Kneading and caressing and nudging his sensitive flesh, sweetly and gently coaxing it to welcome more of them. It took some patience sometimes (especially this early in the morning) but Eddie’s body always welcomed them in. So warm and lovely, they reached the spot that always made him spasm and heave his breath. Eddie arched his back and balled his fists up in the rumpled sheets as they pumped in and out of him at an increasing pace. As they penetrated him they rose up a little further off the bed to get a better look at him- their iridescent eyes narrowing into elated crescents as Eddie’s tongue swept over his pillowy bottom lip. Sweat slipped down the side of his face and it was all becoming too much.
Finally choosing to manifest a solid form, they ran their big, taloned hands up his soft stomach. Eddie still mourned the abs that were once there but they preferred this- soft and ghosted with faded, near-invisible stretch marks like veins of lightning casting shadows on his skin. Evidence of what they'd created together. Running their hands from his stomach up to his chest, gently cupping the supple flesh there too. Eddie was excited and close so there were white pearly drops of milk starting to leak from his pert nipples and they’re sure that if he had his wits about him right now he’d be blushing furiously over it.
When they first found Eddie they thought him to be the most beautiful and complete being in both the known and unknown universe. As he gasped and came, splattering white onto their own blackness like stars in the sky, they were both embarrassed and delighted to be proven wrong. This Eddie, the Eddie that carried and birthed and feeds their children, was the most beautiful and complete being in both the known and unknown universe.
Of that they had no doubts.