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It was late in the afternoon when Venom emerged from the sewer tunnel with his Spider in tow. Peter had long ago passed out and was curled peacefully in his arms, only stirring to change positions. Venom smiled then paused to examine the surrounding area for potential threats before leaping off into the dusk.
It took another couple of minutes before Venom arrived outside the window of the apartment he had commandeered days before. It was warm, clean – a perfect place for their official joining. He opened the window and slid in, maneuvering through the apartment to the far room where he carefully placed his sleeping bundle on the nearby bed before securing Peter’s hands to the wall behind it. He still had things to do and it would be best to make sure Peter couldn’t escape before he returned.
He took a step back, admiring his work, before he used his claws to cut off the shirt of Peter’s costume and what remained of the pants, tossing the shredded fabric across the room. Sighing, Venom allowed the symbiote to recede from his skin. Eddie Brock was left standing in his favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt and he stretched. Well the faster I get back, the faster I can take him Eddie thought as he stepped forward to run a finger down his Spider’s face. The stupid mask was in the way, blocking him from feeling Peter’s supple skin. He growled, pulling the offensive fabric all the way off and made to toss it across the room with the other stuff before he stopped and – considering it – tucked it into his back pocket. Never know when I might need it to bribe him…or to jack off to he thought as he allowed his fingers to continue their journey over Parker’s face.
Our Spider the symbiote whispered to him and Eddie hummed in agreement as his finger reached the boy’s mouth and after brushing along the moist lips, poked inside. The lips unconsciously closed around him – the boy’s tongue licking and tasting the digit before Peter began to suck softly. Eddie shivered, a low moan sounding from his throat.
Seeing his Spider like this was reminding him that he’d never gotten to fully enjoy him. His dick was stirring just thinking about it. After Peter had passed out in the sewers, Venom had finally allowed himself to cater to his own need, jacking himself off viciously. Peter had been just as enticing then, completely unaware of the air of sex that had still clung to him and how much it was turning on his captor. Venom had had to fantasize about all the things he would do to Peter later that night to reach climax but even when he came it had been unsatisfying, especially once he thought about how tightly Peter had clamped around his finger back when he had sucked him off. And now here was his Spider, acting so innocent even while he let Eddie fuck his mouth with his finger. His mouth was so soft. So wet. So sexy Eddie thought, biting his lip as his hips thrust gently, unconsciously. God it was so tempting to just take him. Allowing his symbiote to connect with Peter had made for mind-blowing sex and even then he’d only gotten to taste him. Imagine what it would be like to fuck him. Jesus, Peter didn’t know how seductive he was. His symbiote agreed, sending him pictures of Peter from their time together – images of him naked, flexing, stretching. God he looked good.
Eddie stayed like that for a moment, licking his lips while he brushed the pad of his finger along the roof of Peter’s mouth, against his teeth, and finally caressed his tongue. As much as he wanted to stay, he had to go. Removing his finger, Eddie took a second to web Peter’s feet to the bed – just in case – before finally turning and exiting the room. Peter would still be on that bed when he left and he had loose ends to tie up. If anybody suspected that Peter was missing – or had been kidnapped – they would come looking and their joining would be interrupted. Nobody could know where Peter really was. Eddie would make sure of that.
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Peter woke up face down on top of an unfamiliar bed, webbed to the wall of a room he’d never seen before. He was still groggy and lazy with sleep so it took him a second to realize that this was alarming news and that he should probably be trying to come up with a plan of action. It took him another long second to determine that he didn’t care enough about the situation to feel any alarm –he just wanted to go back to sleep to be honest – and that he was painfully, painfully hard.
“Comfortable?” a voice purred behind him as a hand traveled from the back of his knee up to the curve of his ass. And just like that he was on high alert. He struggled, kicking his legs out in the hope of dislodging Venom and startling him long enough to provide Peter with an opportunity for escape. The hit connected and he was tugging on his hands as hard as possible, having released one and working on the other, when Venom recovered and slammed into him, knocking his head into the wall and dazing him. Tentacles shot out and wrapped around his neck, arms, and legs, effectively immobilizing him as Venom pressed his body against Peter’s.
“That wasn’t very nice Parker,” Venom hissed, using his free hands to rip through the boy’s suit and expose the skin to his painful bites. Peter cried out as the fangs pierced his skin over and over again, each time a little deeper than the last and all in his right shoulder. When Venom finally stopped, Peter was whimpering, rolling his sweat-soaked forehead against the wall in front of him. It was like getting stabbed over and over in the same spot and Peter sagged in relief when Venom relented, lapping at the blood welling up and rolling down his shoulder. “Be a good boy Parker,” Venom finally murmured into the boy’s skin, “I don’t want to have to do something worse.”
Peter’s heart sped up a little at those words and he actively tried to relax his muscles; the more he got hurt, the harder it would be to escape later and his odds were already looking pretty slim. He would have to wait for his opportunity and when it came there could be no mistakes. Venom, sensing the tension leaving his Spider’s body, smiled and continued to lap at Peter’s back, using more tentacles to secure him so he could relocate them to the bed once more. He manhandled him until Peter was facedown again, his hands spread out before him and webbed to the headboard and his hips propped up into the air, then sat on the other’s calves.
“You really don’t want to do this!” Peter pleaded, his voice a little shaky as Venom tore through his pants and exposed his ass to the air, “I’ve heard butt sex is pretty awful!” Venom only chuckled and reached around to grab his cock, stroking it slowly with one hand while he massaged the boy’s left cheek with the other. “I’m serious! I’ve heard some pretty awful stories!”
“Your body seems to think differently,” Venom hummed. He was enjoying this side of his Spider as well but he found he preferred him when he was pliant and lust-crazed, begging for his hole to be filled. He moved the hand squeezing Peter’s ass to the boy’s neck, a sliver of his symbiote lurching off from his body and connecting with Peter. The change was immediate. Suddenly Peter’s back was arching to put his ass on display, his legs straining to spread a little wider but caught under Venom’s weight. Venom complied, shifting his body to allow Peter to move; he had removed the webbing around the boy’s ankles as soon as he had returned so his Spider had plenty of room to be the sexy whore he was. “Slut,” Venom purred as he bent lower to nuzzle his face into his lower back. Peter smelled delicious and Venom allowed his head to trail lower and rest on the curve of his ass, inhaling the rich scent as he continued to run his hand along the other’s dick. Peter moaned, caught between thrusting his hips forward into his enemy’s slick hand and grinding backward in the hopes that the man would fuck him already. He could feel how turned on Venom was through the symbiote connection but the man was still holding back, giving him teasing nips and sweeping his tongue over his puckered hole.
“Gah!” Peter yelped as he jerked forward at the unexpected sensation. He’d never done this before and it felt so good when Venom pulled back to blow on the wet skin. His hole was tingling, beginning to twitch uncontrollably as Venom lapped at him over and over again, just a little harder every time until Peter’s hands were clenched against the headboard and he was straining to get more. It was too much but it wasn’t enough and Peter concentrated, trying to think past the haze in his mind to remember how to speak. “Uh! Venom!...Please….More!” he finally grunted, mewling as Venom’s strokes on his cock hit just the right spot to make his toes curl. The man’s hands were killing him; it was embarrassing how skilled they were, discovering, memorizing, and exploiting every one of his weak spots until he knew his way around Peter’s dick better than Peter did. Just as Peter thought he was about to lose it, Venom stopped. The boy whined and tried to keep thrusting his hips but the other restrained him with his free hand.
“What do you want Spider?” Venom hissed. The villain leaned forward until he reached Peter’s head and licked his ear. “Do you want me to ravage you? Fuck into you until your legs are shaking and you can’t stand? Make you scream and beg for mercy even while your body asks for more?” he whispered. Peter nodded, unable to speak. “I’m going to destroy you. Fuck into you over and over again until your body collapses and you pass out from pleasure. This night isn’t long enough for all the things I’m going to do to you Peter.” Venom leaned even closer, talking so quietly that Peter had to hold his breath just to hear him. “Do you get it Parker? I own you. You. Are. Mine.”
The last words were a growl, so deep and possessive that they rumbled through the boy’s body and caused an answering shiver to roll up his spine. Venom smiled as he felt his Spider tremble and moved back into position over his ass, dipping his tongue into his tight hole. Peter keened and arched his back as far as it would go. That tongue was magic inside him – hot and pulsing as it tasted him. It was thrusting so deep, over and over again until it pressed up against that spot that made him see stars.
“Ahhh ah! Oh my- unghh! Venom!” Peter gasped, his eyes half lidded and glazed over in pleasure, as his mouth fell open, his pink tongue darting out to swipe his lips. “God that feels good,” he groaned as he let his head fall forward to watch his cock twitch and dribble precum onto the sheets. He could feel Venom’s saliva dripping from his hole and making his crotch slick as it ran past his balls and fell to form a puddle beside the precum. It was so hot. He was sweating. He needed more, something long and thick pounding into him and leaving him raw. Driving him wild until he blew his load all over these pretty sheets. He was ready – he was so ready that he was aching for it.
Venom, sensing this through his symbiote, thrust his tongue in and out even faster, trying to loosen his Spider up. His hole was beautiful and tight but if his Spider didn’t relax Venom was going to rip him apart at the joining and, healing factor or not, Peter wouldn’t enjoy that very much; and even though it wasn’t strictly necessary for one’s mate to actually feel pleasure for the joining to be successful, Eddie wanted Peter laying in a pool of his own cum when he was finished. So he continued to tongue fuck Peter until he was shaking, skin covered in a sheen of sweat and hips thrusting erratically. With one last slurp, Venom laved his tongue along the inside of Peter before pulling back and licking a stripe up his fluttering hole. Finally Eddie thought and his symbiote hissed back an agreement. The joining was about to begin.
“I’m going to fuck you Peter,” he growled and Peter moaned louder, trying to grind his ass back against the symbiote’s hips. Venom held him still, gripping his ass cheeks tight and spreading them so that Peter’s loose hole was open and on display. We’ve waited so long Eddie thought, swiping his tongue across his fangs as he aligned his cock with Peter’s entrance. He stopped to run his hand down Peter’s cock to collect the precum, relishing how the boy moaned while he slathered it on his dick. Finally he grasped Peter’s hips, claws digging in to the soft flesh. He pressed his head against the opening, smearing the pearly liquid into the rosy skin. The symbiote was pushing at him to hurry up and take their Spider but Eddie held back, driving his dick between Peter’s ass cheeks and listening to Peter whine and beg. It was heady; Peter’s ass was slippery with his precum and saliva so that every thrust squelched until the entire room echoed with the sounds. So filthy, and dirty and…. Delicious.
Venom slammed into the boy with one thrust. Peter jerked, every muscle taught and choking on his own spit as he tried to breath around the huge object inside of him. He panted, taking short, sharp breaths as his body tried valiantly to adjust and relax. It was so hard. He was so big! Peter was sure he could feel the head of Venom’s cock pressing against his diaphragm and forcing his mouth open. There were sparkles at the edges of his vision and he forced himself to take deeper breaths as he moved his legs wider to accommodate the girth inside him.
Venom waited for him, marveling at how tight Peter was. He could feel the boy’s pulse through his skin, noting how it increased when he bent closer to Peter and licked a stripe from the small of his back to the nape of his neck just under where the symbiote piece lay. Peter shivered and arched his back even further, moaning as Venom reached around him to grasp his dick. Slowly he tugged on it and worked his hand up and down the shaft until Peter was keening, the pain from earlier almost completely forgotten. Venom could feel the ecstasy flooding Peter’s system from his symbiote connection and it was resonating with him, making his cock twitch and his own symbiote impatient.
Take him the voice whispered inside Eddie’s head as he continued to pump Peter. Our Spider is ready – for us and for the joining. His suit rippled in tandem and complied, forcibly nudging Eddie’s hips to make small, abortive thrusts into Peter’s ass. Peter gasped and immediately clenched into a strangle hold around the symbiote-covered dick but still Eddie’s hips continued to thrust on their own. Eddie groaned inside the suit as he straightened up and let his head roll back, losing himself in the pleasure for a moment. Peter was so tight around him and the friction was so amazing that he allowed the symbiote to do the work for him for a few minutes. God it was wonderful ….. but the pleasure was building too quickly and eventually Eddie pulled himself back.
So pushy he thought to the voice before he took control of his body once again. Eddie mentally sighed. He had wanted to draw the prep out as long as possible – until Peter was strung out like a bow string and crying from frustration – but he supposed he had to agree; he could only hold out for so long and already his control felt a little tenuous. Time to cut to the chase. He took one last second to appreciate the beautiful noises the boy was making before he released Peter’s cock, gripped his hips, and began thrusting in earnest.
Peter screamed. Venom’s hips were slamming into him hard enough that the bed was shaking, ramming into the wall every time the villain pushed back in. The force was so strong it was pushing him down until his chest touched the bed and the only thing left in the air was his ass. He’s literally fucking me into the mattress! Peter thought, panic fleeting through his mind before lust pushed it out. “Oh God!...Harder! Venom, harder!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He was moaning non-stop and meeting the other man thrust for thrust. The friction was killing him and he tightened up, trying to get more of it, when Venom suddenly shifted position and changed his angle – aligning himself perfectly so that every thrust rammed straight into his prostate. He shrieked, his hands clenched so tightly on the headboard that his nails cut into his palms. It’s too much!! IT’S TOO MUCH!! Peter’s mind screamed even as his mouth begged Venom to go faster, harder, rougher. The pleasure was verging on the edge of pain and Peter wanted to stop – wanted to want to stop – but when he made to speak the only thing he could ask for was more. It didn’t matter either way; neither the symbiote nor the man inside was paying him or his traitorous body any attention. They were too lost in fucking Peter – spine arched, head back, and tongue lolling out in the same position they’d been in a couple days ago on that building’s rooftop.
“Yes!! Yes!!!” Venom hissed as he rammed his hips into Peter over and over again. The pleasure was overwhelming him, rolling all the way up his back and leaving his body tingling. Peter was so erotic like this: his ass shaking in Venom’s grip as the man slammed into him, those pitiful tears collecting in the corner of his eyes and threatening to spill over. And those noises. Peter was so loud that Eddie’s neighbors would have long since come by to knock on his door – that is, if he hadn’t already scared them away. He was such a vocal little Spider, screaming out Venom’s name, expletives, and the occasional blasphemy. It was turning Venom on – his hips were moving so fast now they were practically a blur – and he leaned forward to brush his tongue along Peter’s ear. At this rate he was going to blow soon. Have to do it now Eddie thought, moaning as he rotated his hips a little.
“I can sense how close you are Spider. Do you want to come?” Venom purred as he removed his hand from Peter’s hip to wrap around his dick again, stroking just light enough to frustrate. Peter groaned and tried to fuck his hips into Venom’s hand but slowly gave up when the man simply slackened his grip. Venom was still pounding into his ass, hitting that perfect spot over and over again, but Peter needed more – that one last push to force him over the edge. He needed that hand on him.
“Yes!! Yes please let me come!!!”Peter sobbed, rolling his forehead against the damp sheets underneath him. Venom leered and the symbiote suit pulled back to reveal Eddie’s cocky, pleasure-flushed face. The man kissed along Peter’s shoulder, nipping and sucking marks into the skin, and up his neck until he was panting into the boy’s ear.
“Say you belong to me” he purred, hand brushing teasingly along Peter’s shaft as he nuzzled his face into Peter’s shoulder and inhaled his scent. A couple seconds passed but the only sound was the slap of skin on skin and their harsh panting mixed with Peter’s moans. “Say that and I’ll let you come,” Eddie pressed, a little impatient. Peter kept periodically clamping down on his cock and it was taking all of Eddie’s willpower not to come.
Peter, however, said nothing. Alarm bells were going off in his head and even as dulled as they were by lust, Peter still hesitated. He had caught a glimpse of Eddie’s face before the man had ducked into his shoulder and what he’d seen had shocked him. It wasn’t even the face that had really thrown him off; Eddie was undeniably handsome, if a bit cocky. No it hadn’t been that. It had been the eyes. Eddie’s pupils were huge, dilated so far that his irises were just barely visible rings. And the way Eddie had been looking at him so possessively…something told him that saying what Eddie had told him to would be more than just harmless pillow talk. And so he hesitated for a few seconds – long enough for Eddie to get impatient and allow the symbiote to cover his face once more, snarling at him as he squeezed the boy’s cock threateningly.
“Say. You. Belong. To me,” Venom growled, the claws of his left hand tightening on Peter’s ass cheek until they punctured skin as his hips sped up to a punishing pace. Peter howled, the tears in his eyes spilling over as his body tried to accept the extra force. The symbiote piece on his neck was dragging him back into ecstasy and making him hypersensitive so that he could feel every ridge of Venom’s cock inside him, every brush of his nipples on the sheets. It was too much. Venom was winning out, pumping Peter’s cock and forcing his pleasure to build and build until the only thing he could think about was release. He had to let go.
“I….I b-belong to y-you,” he finally sobbed, screaming as Venom released his dick and finally allowed him to come. He exploded, his entire body seizing as he blew his load into the sheets. It was mind-blowing, so hard it was making his toes curl and his back bend. Venom groaned, fucking Peter through it as the boy clamped down on him. The friction was amazing and after only a few more thrusts he was coming, filling Peter up until he overflowed. Venom purred as he milked his orgasm – rolling his hips against the boy’s ass, grinding hard – then finally pulled out, slashing the webbing that secured Peter’s wrists to the headboard. Peter crumpled, his muscles still shaking with aftershocks and too exhausted to even move out of the mess beneath him.
“Good boy,” Venom murmured as he wrapped his arms around Peter and adjusted him so that he was lying on the cleaner portion of the bed. His Spider was still pliant – not a viable threat at the moment the symbiote supplied – so Eddie allowed the suit to completely peel back until he was left, naked and spooning Peter. He nuzzled against the back of his neck, sniffing and licking the skin underneath the symbiote there. Might as well leave it there Eddie thought idly. It would help control his Spider if he got restless. He could sense his symbiote humming in agreement so he allowed himself to relax and just let his hands wander over Peter’s body, memorizing the planes of his muscles – every bump, valley, and scar – as he thought.
It was unreasonable to believe he could hold his Spider captive forever; his symbiote sneered at the idea but Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before they slipped up and Peter got the opportunity he needed to escape. Even so, he didn’t want to think about it happening. It was so much easier to just focus on the present – the skin and warmth he could feel – rather than imagining the exact moment in time Peter might leave him, the moment the tenuous cease-fire they were maintaining broke and everything returned to normal until the next joining. It was agitating for both him and his symbiote. The symbiote didn’t like the idea of ever allowing his possessions to leave, threatening physical violence if necessary. Eddie understood that, he just didn’t want to think about it. So it was a blessing when Peter broke his reverie to fidget in Eddie’s arms.
“Why me?” Peter sighed. He didn’t want to admit that it felt good to just rest in a soft bed, even if it was in the arms of his arch-nemesis. Eddie’s chest was pressed up against his back and Peter wasn’t sure if it was himself or the symbiote attached to him but he was content to stay in this room forever. He felt the arms around him tighten possessively as Eddie shifted closer and began nipping along the line of his shoulder.
“I want you Peter. We want you,” Eddie murmured simply, nestling against him. He didn’t say anything else and Peter resisted the urge to turn around and look Eddie in the eye. He didn’t want to break the moment and he was scared of what he would see: murderous intent as the sex pollen or whatever other mystical substance that possessed Eddie to fuck his enemy senseless wore off? Or – even worse – love? He didn’t want to know. Instead he allowed Eddie to nuzzle against him as his body recovered from the stress it had just undergone.