Spawn of Venom: Story

Spawn of Venom

The kid thrust inside of me again, sendin’ shivers coursing through my guts and causing the symbiote to writhe with shared pleasure over my skin. I looked down at the handsome face beneath me, an intense look in his eyes he always got when we were physically intimate like this. He moved his hips faster, shovin’ that impressive dick of his right up in me, rubbin’ it right past my prostate, forcing a moan out of my mouth. I was gettin’ real close. When he fucked me like this it didn’t take me very long to cum. This time though, well it was gonna be somethin’ special for all of us.

….. Three and a half months earlier …..

Years had passed since my hell-raising days. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about. The ones in New York, when Venom’s toothy, grinning face was on just about every newspaper cover. The truth was I wanted to disappear for awhile, leave all of that behind me, maybe even have some semblance of a normal life again. For someone like me, it’s probably a pipe dream, but it kept me going, thinkin’ I could settle down somewhere. It had been a long time since I prowled the streets of San Francisco, having lived in New York City most of my, uh, career as a vigilante. Vigilante, fuck, villain is how the media painted me, not that I would have disagreed back then. But I was changing, even the symbiote that shared my body was mellowing somewhat.

So I hitchhiked my way across the country with nothing but the symbiote on my back and a beat-up duffel bag containing the rest and finally landed in the California bay area. I had enough cash on me (I thought) to find a little one bedroom somewhere but damn had I underestimated the cost! After lookin’ for awhile, staying in a crappy motel while I did so, I realized I’d have to find a roommate. The thought of living with somebody else made my stomach turn. Hey I don’t hate other people or nothin’, it just becomes trickier to keep your alien side a secret when you’re cramped in an apartment with a stranger. 

I found something promising in one of the shadier neighborhoods off Market Street. The guy was lookin’ for a roomie who pays cash, male preferred. I called the guy’s number from a payphone and set up a meeting at his apartment. Three hours later I was getting buzzed up to his door via intercom.

The door opened and a young guy, probably mid to late twenties opened the door. He had on a blue hoodie, some lengthy stubble, but otherwise looked clean. The bags under his eyes made it look like he was just tired and not addicted to something. I wasn’t lookin’ for a roommate who was gonna break into my room for stuff to steal and sell for his next fix when I wasn’t around. He was checkin’ me out too, deciding in those first few moments if he could handle living with me.

“Eddie.” I said, reaching out a hand to him. “And you’re Ryan, right?”

“Yes, that’s right, it’s good to meet you in person.” He said, as he shook my hand. 

“Wanna show me around the place?” I asked, as he seemed to hesitate.

“Oh, yeah, right this way.”

The kid showed me around the two-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t anythin’ too special. It was an older building, kitchen was small but serviceable, bathroom looked clean enough if cramped. The living room had a couch, tv on the wall and a recliner, basic stuff. At least it looked like Ryan kept the place tidy. 

“This would be your room.” He opened a door at one end of the apartment. It already had a queen-sized mattress on the floor and some shabby-looking shelves. It was a room, not too big, not too small, and it had access to a large window which opened into an alley. To me this was the most enticin’ part of the room. If I ever needed to get out quickly, or sneak back into my room in the middle of the night, this would be the way.

“This looks fine.” I said.

“My room is right next door, we share a wall so, if you were bringing home chicks to bang, just try to be aware of that.” He explained.

“I doubt that will be an issue.” I told him.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and his demeanor changed a little. “Oh, well, if you’re bringing any dudes home then.”

“I like my privacy.” I said.

“Oh.”

“So, are we good? I got the money for first and last month’s rent like ya asked.

“Hold on, I don’t really know anything about you. I don’t want to live with a complete stranger.” Ryan said. “We should talk a bit more at least.”

I took a breath. I wondered how much I was gonna have to lie to convince this kid.

“What do ya wanna know?”

We sat at the small table in the kitchen and talked for an hour or so. Weirdly, the guy asked me questions more like we were on a date than he was lookin’ for a roommate. I humored him, I said things I figured he’d want to hear. I actually didn’t mind someone talkin’ to me like a regular person, asking useless questions about what my favorite food was, instead of how many people I killed as Venom. Towards the end of the conversation, he had a couple specific questions he wanted answers to and the mood changed somewhat.

“I’m uh, I’m gay.” He said,  out of nowhere. I had already figured it was the case. Since arriving, I had caught him checkin’ out my muscles, my ass, a couple times.

“Okay.”

“Does that bother you? You’re not like, a basher or anything, are you?”

“Nope, live your life however ya want.” I said simply. 

“Good, cool. Well, you seem like a normal guy Eddie.” He said. 

Meanwhile, inside my head I heard the symbiote chuckle. ‘He thinks we’re normal Eddie.’

Ryan continued. “I guess, I just need to see your i.d., take a picture on my phone, get you to sign some stuff and we’re all set. I think you’re gonna be a chill guy to live with.”

“I don’t have that stuff, and I don’t want to sign anythin.” I said flatly. Ryan shot me a look. Shit, I shouldn’t have been so blunt.

“What I mean is,” I said. “I had to leave a bad situation in New York. There was a fire, everythin’ I owned burned up.”

He blinked at me. “So why wouldn’t you contact your bank and stuff? Get all those documents replaced? That’s what people do, not flee across the country.”

‘He’s smarter than you Eddie.’ Chided the symbiote, and I swear it chuckled.

I took a long, deep breath.

“Okay. The truth is, I did some stuff in my past, illegal stuff. But it’s in the past, I don’t do that anymore. I needed a fresh break, from New York, from that life, so I came out here. I really don’t have i.d. or things like that. I promise I won’t cause ya trouble. I just want a quiet little life.”

Ryan looked at me, his brow furrowed.

“I know you’re young, you might not understand how important a second chance is, and we just met but, I’ll have the rent, the first of every month and you’ll barely know I’m here.”

He was silent for a time, and I sensed I was shit outta luck. But occasionally, rarely, people surprise you.

“My old man was an alcoholic.” Ryan said. “He wasn’t, a mean drunk, but he was clumsy, and a burden on me and mom. One time we were driving as a family, back from a restaurant where he had too much to drink, as always, so mom was driving. Dad was making a joke about something and he grabbed the wheel, thinking it would be funny. The car swerved off the road and into a parked truck. They both got bruised, scraped up pretty bad but I ended up getting slammed hard into the car door in the back seat and breaking my arm. Anyway, mom threw dad out of the house, because she was terrified about something like that happening again. He was so upset, crying and everything, but he understood. It took him several months of living with a friend of his to sober up before trying to come home. When he did, mom said she wanted a divorce, not to try again. I didn’t understand, I honestly still don’t. He put in the work, he changed but she still wouldn’t give him a chance. He remarried about a year later and moved to Arizona. I barely see him anymore.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about his decision. “So what I’m saying is, I do know what it’s like to need a second chance. You can live here, Eddie, but, don’t let me regret it, okay?”

“Thanks, kid. I appreciate this.” We shook hands again, and I pulled out a wad of cash for him.

…..

A few weeks passed. I found a couple jobs that didn’t ask many questions of the guys they hired. One was movin’ freight around on the docks and the other was at a local deli. It paid enough, but the real perk was the symbiote could feast on all of the meat deemed unfit for human consumption that they would throw out at the end of every shift. Yeah it sounds gross, but we’ve all gotta eat. I kept a low profile around the city, usually havin’ the symbiote dress us in a long coat with a high collar or a hooded sweatshirt. Since letting my beard grow out, I blended in perfectly with the locals. When I looked in a mirror I wondered if I looked more like a homeless guy or one of the tech folks who worked downtown.

Livin’ with Ryan was nice as it turned out. Real easy and relaxed. The guy was funny, sort of a sarcastic sense of humor, and while he seemed to enjoy talkin’ to me, he could sense when I wasn’t in the mood and kept his trap shut. He was workin’ two jobs like me to afford rent and save a little money each month. He introduced me to video games again, some fighting game that I kinda got into. We even went out to some dumb superhero movie when we both had an afternoon off together. Despite the fact that I had kept my distance from other people for so long, I was quickly openin’ up to this guy, actually looking forward to seeing him each day. I guess we can lie to ourselves about not needin’ human interaction, that it’s not all that important, but the reality is pretty different.

The symbiote liked him too, which is always good. The damn thing and I don’t always agree on things and it’s a lot more difficult when we don’t.

I was watchin’ some show on tv when Ryan got home from work one night, later than usual.

“Hey, I brought some sandwiches home from the deli if you’re hungry!” I called from the couch. 

“He is not alone.” Said the voice in my brain. I turned my head to see a tall, middle-aged man standing next to Ryan in the doorway.

“Oh, thanks for that Eddie. Um, actually, Tim here took me out to dinner, so um, we’ll probably just hang out in my room for a little while.” Ryan said, his face turning quite red.

“This your roommate you were telling me about?” Tim asked as he rubbed one of Ryan’s shoulders. I couldn’t tell ya why at the time, but seeing that made me grind my teeth.

“Yeah, this is Eddie.”

“Hello.” Said Tim.

I just nodded at him. I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with the guy.

I heard the shower running, and ten minutes after that I could hear what could only be very frantic, excited groaning and grunting from Ryan’s room. It made me uncomfortable, and my immediate reaction was it must be because I was listenin’ to two men get it on. The more I mulled it over though, the more I realized I was more angry than uncomfortable, but deeper still… I was feeling pangs of jealousy? What the hell?

I left the apartment in an effort to clear my head. It was late enough that I decided to transform completely into Venom and get some real exercise in on the rooftops. We bounded around, climbed skyscrapers and ran off some of our nigh-limitless energy before I came to rest on the top of a water tower, high atop some building, cloaked in nightly fog.

“What is bothering you Eddie?” Asked the symbiote.

“Nothin’.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Nothin’ I want to talk about, then.”

“You are jealous of that man having intercourse with your new friend.” The symbiote said matter-of-factly. 

“No, I’m not, I doubt that’s it. I just wanted to spend the evening with Ryan is all, play some dumb game or hang out or somethin’.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, I ain’t jealous about not fuckin’ him!” I said angrily. 

Much to my surprise, Venom said nothing more. 

I worked off more of my frustration until I felt tired and headed back home. When I got in, Tim was apparently gone and Ryan was sittin’ on the couch.

“Oh fuck, were we too loud? I’m sorry about that if that’s why you left.” 

“Uh, no, I mean, you were pretty loud but I thought I’d go take care of somethin’.” I muttered.

“I had that sandwich you brought home, thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Tim was just… For fun, he’s not like my boyfriend or anything like that.”

“Didn’t ask.”

He looked a little put off by my last comment. It was true I was bein’ kinda rude, I didn’t mean to be.

“You okay? You were gone for a few hours.” He pressed.

“Yeah, fine, look, I’m just gonna go to bed okay?” 

“Sure.”

I collapsed onto my mattress and thought about the night’s events. What did I have to be jealous of anyway? I wasn’t into guys! The sound of Ryan’s grunts though, the thought of what he looked like when he was fuckin’, how he fucked, they swirled around my head. To add further insult, my cock began to stiffen up against my stomach. 

“Sunnuvabitch.” I swore quietly into the dark of the room.

“You can touch your penis Eddie, I don’t mind.”

“I hate when you tell me to masturbate.” I said. “I don’t need your permission.”

“You want to stroke yourself though, thinking about him.”

“I don’t feel horny thinkin’ about guys, I never have!” I snapped.

“That used to be true.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, perplexed.

“Brain chemicals change, impulses and feelings are ever in flux, and easy to manipulate.”

I suddenly sat up in bed. “You did this?! You fuckin’, changed my sexual orientation?!”

The symbiote hissed, its version of a laugh. “Not as much as you might think, but yes, I am doing this to make you happier.”

“You didn’t even ask me first!”

“You would have said ‘no’ Eddie.”

“Of course I would’ve! And what do you mean, make me happy, huh?” I asked.

“The young man clearly likes you, Eddie, wants to be with you. If you were more… open to the idea, you could be happy with him.”

“That’s not how it works with humans, we can’t just flip a switch and be with somebody because it’s convenient.”

“But I have already flipped your switch.”

I bit my lip in frustration. “Y’know, you’ve done a lot of fucked-up things to me but this is on another level.” I grumbled.

“Tell me, do you get excited around him? Feel the need for his companionship?”

“Yes, but it’s because of you messin’ with my brain chemistry as it turns out!”

“But if the two of you feel the same way, doesn’t that make you happy?”

I was quiet for a time. It’s not like I’m homophobic or anythin’ like that, just, I’ve never thought about bein’ with a guy, physically, or boyfriends, or any of that stuff. All of this was new, and I just wasn’t sure how to feel. Would I really be opposed to sex with someone if we both wanted it? And if I did wind up wantin’ that, how could I trust my feelings about it knowin’ Venom had altered them? If that wasn’t enough, there was the fact that we lived together to consider. Should I risk fuckin’ that up just because my damn alien suit decided, for my own good and against my will that I should try it out? Like my sexuality was a new ice cream flavor to sample or somethin’?!

“If I don’t like this, you can, uh, change me back?” I said at last.

“Of course, Eddie. It is easy.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course somethin’ as hotly debated, and complex as human sexual orientation would be a simple matter for the alien entity inhabiting my mind and body.

“We’ll leave this as it is, for now. If I say the word, I’m totally straight again though!”

“You humans and your preoccupation with such meaningless things. Yes, I promise.”

Sleep didn’t come easily, but ultimately I drifted off into confusing dreams.

…..

The next couple weeks were strange for me. I still went to work, did my jobs but, when I was at the apartment, when Ryan was at the apartment specifically, things had clearly changed. I looked at him differently, appreciated him more. Wondered about myself. It was a Saturday and we both had the day off as it turned out. Ryan was walkin’ around the place wearing nothing but sweat pants, so I had the symbiote do the same. Normally I kept the likeness of a shirt on, otherwise the poor kid was just staring, but trying desperately not to, at my hairy pecs and belly. Normally, I didn’t want to tease him like that but today was different, I guess I was trying somethin’. 

Ryan moved about the apartment, puttin’ some clean dishes away, tidying up, but mostly findin’ excuses to get a good look at me when he thought I wasn’t noticing. Of course, he might’ve gotten away with it if the symbiote wasn’t my constant informant.

“Hey, wanna play a video game or somethin’?” I asked him.

“Sure! Fighting game? I just got that new racing game too.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

He came over and sat in the recliner next to the couch.

“You can’t really see the screen from that angle. Come sit by me.” I said and patted the cushion next to me.

“Oh, alright.” Said Ryan.

Now, I had purposefully set myself in the middle of the couch, and I’m a big guy, so Ryan basically had to tuck in right next to me. Our arms were skin to skin and I admit, I liked the way it felt. I looked the kid over, almost seeing him in a different light. He was cute, took care of his body, was honestly just a nice guy. A real sweetheart. I even noticed the unmistakable bulge that had risen between his legs that he was tryin’ to hide with his controller. Not for the first time, I wondered what he looked like under there.

We played games for a little while until Ryan paused it at the start of our next match.

“Eddie?” He asked.

“Hm?”

“Am I, reading into this?”

“What?”

“I know we’re... friends.”

“Yep, we are.”

“But it’s almost like… Are you, sending mixed signals? I’m not sure you’re even aware you’re doing it. It’s been this way ever since I had that guy over.”

I sighed and looked the kid in his pretty hazel eyes. “I didn’t like seein’ you with that guy, no.” I admitted for the first time out loud.

He waited for me to say more.

“I was, maybe, a little bit, uh, jealous of him.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, I’m not.” I said.

“You’ve told me before about old girlfriends, never had any attraction to guys, your words.”

“Yeah well, this is new.”

“But you what, you like me now? You got a crush or something?” He teased, and elbowed me in the ribs. I responded by grabbin’ him in a headlock. He squirmed, but apparently decided he liked being tucked under my arm as he was.

“You’re supposed to struggle to get free.” I told him.

“Yeah but, you smell really good under here.”

“Oh? You like the smell of sweaty man, huh?”

“I think saying ‘duh’ is an understatement.”

We laughed and I let him go. Then we shared another look for awhile. He broke the silence first.

“Eddie, listen I like you, a lot. You’re, hot as hell, you must hear that all the time.”

“I’m never really in the kinds of places to hear that.” I said truthfully.

“Well, you are, but, you’re kinda mysterious too, thoughtful, you’re nice to me… I really like having you around.” He said, his face reddened.

“I like being around you too.” I said, and it was the truth.

“But, we’re roommates. If we do something, it could make everything really weird. I want to keep you as a friend, so, I don’t know what to do here.”

“Listen, I get it. I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing but, if it’s just sex, maybe we can enjoy that, and keep all the other stuff too.”

“Wow, you really are blunt.”

“I just figured we both want it so--”

“Yeah, I mean, yeah, I guess so! I just didn’t think you’d be so relaxed about this.”

He sat back on the couch next to me, unsure what to do next. I watched his chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm. His heart must have been beatin’ so fast.

“Just kiss him already!” The symbiote hissed and spurred my body to move, pushing me on top of the kid. 

Our mouths met, our lips parted and I sank my tongue into him. I didn’t even think about doin’ it, it was completely natural. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been with somebody and fuck had I missed it! He kissed my lips, suckin’ my tongue. He moved then, kissin’ my beard, my neck, and spent a long time on my chest, licking and suckling from one side to the other. Damn he had a talented mouth. I even liked his stubble scratchin’ me in places. I had figured it would still feel weird to be with a guy, but everythin’ in my body was telling me how right it felt.

He reached for my ‘sweatpants’ which I had to mentally remove, and in a way that made them seem like normal pants. The symbiote hated being removed from me completely though, so we settled for it bunchin’ up around my ankles. As my cock sprang up from my fuzzy blond bush, Ryan licked his lips and just appreciated the view for a moment.

“Wow, even nicer than I was hoping for!” 

“Yeah? Let me get a look at yours.” I countered. 

The guy was out of his pants in damn near a second, tossing them over the back of the couch. My eyes widened in surprise. For a smaller guy, damn was he packin’! I’d guess an inch or more longer than me, though I had him beat in girth.

“Damn, no slouch in the dick department either are ya?”

“Suck me.” He said.

When I didn’t immediately comply, he reached up and placed his hand at the back of my head. “Suck me Eddie, I’ve been thinking about watching you bob up and down on my cock since the second I saw you.”

I admit I hesitated. Kissing, well, that was one thing, and even though I could feel the need to service him, the actual act of doin’ it still gave me pause.

“If you don’t want to, I’m not going to force you or anything.” Ryan said, picking up on my reluctance.”

“N-no, I want to.” I said and knelt down on the floor before him, letting his manhood tower above me. I grabbed it, feeling the heat it was giving off and gently stroking the thing. Damn, never felt another guy before, and it felt amazin’. I leaned in, and he guided my mouth to his head. I licked his piss slit, tasting the tanginess of his precum, and immediately gettin’ hooked by it. I bent forward and slowly took, well, most of his length in my mouth. It was a different flavor than I was expecting, but I enjoyed it, could see myself loving it in time. In that moment though, I just wanted to get that impressive dick to the back of my throat. I gagged myself, brought tears to my eyes, but I wanted to get all of it in, don’t even know why. I suppose, on some base level, I knew how to suck dick based on what I liked havin’ done to me. After some time, I was deepthroatin’ the guy like I was an old pro at the cocksucking olympics. When I was down in his pubes I lashed my tongue over his balls, tasting his sweat and musk. Goddamn, it was incredible.

“Oh, Eddie, oh that’s so good. Fuck, your beard and tongue on my balls… Your throat... I’m gonna, gonna, cuuuuum!!”

There wasn’t even a thought in my mind that I wasn’t gonna swallow his creamy fuckin’ load. I wanted it bad, wanted it sloshing around in my belly. He was buried in my throat, holding my face in his lap as he ejaculated. He shook and cried out as he finished feeding me. Eventually he let me pull off to catch my breath. 

“Oh my God, Eddie, that was incredible, wow. You’re really good at that, jeez.” He had the biggest smile on his face, thanks to me. “Been making men happy with those skills for awhile, eh?” 

“Um, not that long actually. Since this is my first time doin’ this.”

He blinked. “What? That can’t be true. Am I the first man you’ve been with?”

“Look, let’s just focus here, I want to cum too y’know.” I said, standing up in front of him, and then swingin’ my leaking cock back and forth in front of him. I swear his mouth watered.

He didn’t need much convincin’. Ryan grabbed me by the ass cheeks and hauled me close, his mouth swallowin’ as much of my fat length as he could. As I said, he had the length, but my girth kept him from getting all of it in his mouth. Still, I couldn’t help but applaud his enthusiasm. He grabbed one of my big hands and placed it on his head, wanting me to facefuck him. It would’ve been rude of me not to oblige! I bucked my hips, and he did his best to give me, honestly, the best blowjob of my life. Chicks never got into it like this. The guy wanted me to cum, he needed it from me, just like I did from him. I was on the verge already, my roommate had serious talent, and could feel it welling up in my nuts when he suddenly slipped his middle finger up between my hairy cheeks, using my own ass sweat as lube to push past my tight entrance. That was another first. I yelled, partly in surprise, but mostly from the unexpected pleasure. Coupled with what he was doin’ to my cock, I erupted. He swallowed what he could, but I was almost thrashing I came so hard, bobbing out of his mouth and shootin’ another thick rope of cum across his neck and face. I shot more than I could ever recall producing before. And when I was done I collapsed onto the couch next to him. My chest heaved, my heart pounded. I felt fantastic! I looked over at Ryan who was collecting my cum on his fingers from his body and slurpin’ it down. That was damn hot too. 

“I’d hate to waste any.” He said between gulps. “Thanks for that, Daddy.”

That one caught me by surprise. “‘Daddy’ huh? You into that?”

“With you I could be.”

“What am I supposed to call you, ‘Junior?’”

He laughed. “I dunno, I guess not, whatever works for you.”

I laughed too. I felt good, really good, like, maybe happy even, for the first time in years.

“I told you so, Eddie.” 

Fucking symbiote.

…..

Weeks turned into two months, and Ryan and I fucked like sex-starved rabbits. The oral sex, both giving and getting were great, and it wasn’t long before I wanted to try more. The first time he let me take his ass, I must’ve left enough cum inside him that he actually put on weight. Later, when I agreed to it, he showed me how to clean myself out in the shower, and how to use small toys that he kept under the bathroom sink to loosen myself up. That first time, taking a man inside my asshole, wow, it was somethin’ else. I think I saw sparks behind my eyelids. Even the symbiote was excited by the sensations in my body and mind. Aside from fantastic, almost daily sex, we started sleepin’ in the same bed at night. We used his bed in particular, as the one I had received from the former roommate was painful as all hell on my back, and when you’re as old as I am a good night’s sleep matters. And so it went, for a couple months like I said. We shared an apartment, we fucked with abandon, and we had our life together. It was, when I really think back, one of the best times of my life. So really, how could I have been surprised when it didn’t last?

…..

Ryan was at his second job, and I had just gotten off work after lettin’ the symbiote eat its fill of expired meat behind the deli. I went to my room. I had installed a pull up bar on the far wall and also found a cheap weight bench that was still in good condition online. I was in the midst of my normal workout routine for the evening when the symbiote began talkin’ to me.

“You and Ryan are very good together.”

“Yep, I’ve noticed that too.”

“He is a good partner for you, and you for him.”

“I’m not goin’ to say ‘thank you’ if that’s what you want.”

“No, it is not what I want.”

I placed the weights I had been lifting into their cradle and sat up on the bench. Somethin’ about the way it said that didn’t… feel quite right.

“Is there somethin’ you want?” I asked aloud.

“We are happy, we are eating lots of meat, and we are enjoying this… domestic life of ours.” Said the symbiote.

“Uh-huh, me too, but what’s your point?”

“We are so happy for you and your partner Eddie, that we have decided to spawn.”

“What, the fuck?!” I snarled.

“Ryan is strong, and intelligent, with much stamina, he would be an ideal host for our offspring.”

I stood up, willing the suit to remove most of itself from my body so I could look into its tooth-filled alien face.

“There’s no fuckin’ way! I don’t care if you have decided to spawn, or whatever, leave that kid out of it!” I yelled.

“Eddie, I have needs too, and I can’t help that I am reproducing.” The tone of the alien actually sounded hurt.

“Look, I know you didn’t forget about Carnage, or Scream, or Riot, or any of them! When you reproduce, it’s never good!”

“I have thought about that a great deal, and it saddens me. To have our own offspring bond with such unfortunate hosts.”

“And you think, what, that by choosing the host for your offspring it’ll be better?”

“Our offspring Eddie, and yes, I do.”

“This was the plan all along wasn’t it?” I shouted at the nightmarish black shape in front of me. 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” It said.

“Don’t play coy with me! This is the whole reason you wanted us to settle down somewhere, off the radar, just so you could find a new host for your fuckin’ spawn!”

I had been shouting, at the top of my voice, and hadn’t heard the bedroom door open. I spun around as the symbiote washed over me, seeking to camouflage itself over my body as somethin’ innocuous again. Ryan stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. Guess he got off work early.

“E-Eddie?” He said in a small voice.

“Don’t be scared, Ryan.” I said, puttin’ my hands up. “It’s okay, look I’m fine.”

“What was that? It, it’s still on you? What the hell is that?”

He backed out of the room, and I knew he was gonna make a run for it. As Venom, we quickly overtook him before he reached the front door and barred his escape.

“Please let me go!” He said anxiously.

“Ryan, babe, I can’t, we need to talk.” I said, tryin’ to sound reassuring.

“There’s something alive on you.” He said, watching it slide over my skin. Apparently the symbiote was too stressed-out by the situation, my extreme mood changes, to settle on a form properly.

“You’re right, this is, a ‘friend’ of mine. His name is Venom.”

“But what the fuck is it, Eddie?”

“It’s an alien symbiote, and, we’ve been together for a long, long time. I promise it means you no harm, or me for that matter.” 

Ryan seemed to calm slightly when Venom stopped movin’ and settled itself into a tee shirt and jeans.

“Is it, always on you?”

“Yeah.” 

“And I just never knew because it makes itself look like clothes and stuff?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So it’s still part of you when we’re…” He shuddered.

“Yes, but it, I dunno, it doesn’t view human sex the same way as us. It sort of removes itself from our experience.”

“That is, the strangest thing anyone has ever said.” 

“Yeah, maybe so.” I said in agreement.

“This is the reason you left New York I take it?”

“Yeah.”

He was silent for a time, looking at me, narrowing his eyes, mulling things over.

“Fuck, fine, you know what, I’m going to make some coffee and we’re going to talk this all out.” He announced and headed towards the kitchen.

“Thank you for this, y’know--.”

He put his hand up to quiet me. “It figures, honestly. I score the perfect boyfriend. Big, blond, bearded muscle daddy, so it only makes sense that he literally has a fucking alien living in him.” He said, shaking his head.

“So, you’re sayin’ I’m your boyfriend now?” I asked and dared to flash a smile.

“That is absolutely NOT the topic for discussion at the moment!”

“Actually, didn’t you just call me the ‘perfect’ boyfriend?”

“Go sit your ass on the couch!” He shouted. At the corner of his mouth I thought I saw the faintest hint of a smile.

And so we had it out. I told him everything, or at least, everything that seemed pertinent to our situation. I told him about my old job as a photographer at the Daily Bugle, my hatred all the way to eventual tolerance of Spider-Man. I skimmed over details where Venom hurt or killed people. If pressed, I’d own up to it, but for now I just desperately wanted him to see me as a man, and not the monster I used to be. He listened intently to every word. 

“So you climb walls, shoot webs, are super strong and your, um, suit does all this for you?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Wow, people would kill for that kind of power.”

“They do, that’s why I’m across the country and keepin’ a low profile.”

“I understand now.”

“I’m real glad you were willin’ to listen to me.”

“One more thing.”

“Shoot.”

“What was the conversation you and Venom were having when I came into your room earlier?”

“Um, how much did you hear?” I asked, stalling.

“Just tell me.”

“The symbiote wants to reproduce, spawn. It, uh, wants you to be the host for it.” 

“Holy shit.”

“I said no way! I said there’s no way in hell that I’d ever let--”

“Let me think about it.” Ryan said.

I was surprised to say the least.

“Think about, what exactly? The nightmare of having this alien presence in your head at all times? Or about bein’ hunted by super-powered soldiers who have determined you’re a threat to be exterminated?!”

“Hey, don’t yell at me!”

“Sorry, I just, you don’t know what it means. You think you do, but.”

“Then tell me, show me. Help me understand. Let me make my own decision.”

So that’s what I did, that’s what we did. Over the next week or so, I took him out into the city and really showed him what Venom could do. I expressed to him the depths of the creature’s appetite, its subversive nature, but also the strengths, the sheer power and adaptability. I really tried to be honest but also play up the reasons he shouldn’t want a symbiote of his own. 

We were returnin’ to our apartment after an evening of web-slingin’ around quiet parts of the city, Ryan held tightly under one arm against my side. The way he had his arms around me, held Venom, it was evident that his unease and fear were long gone. We descended down the brick wall between some old tenement buildings where the symbiote changed itself into street clothes. We were only a few blocks from home when Ryan said the words I had been worryin’ about.

“I, want to be the host Eddie.”

I looked up at the night sky, hidden mostly by fog as it always seemed to be.

“It’s not glamorous. It’s a pain, y’know? Feedin’ the thing, never bein’ alone with your thoughts, it’s a hassle at the best of times.” I said.

“Yes, I know, you’ve told me, many times now. I’m not going to change my mind.” The kid said.

“He wants to be the host for our spawn, Eddie. Now stop speaking ill of us!” The symbiote hissed.

“Well, what happens now?” Ryan asked.

“Venom tells me he’s ready to uh, reproduce, so I guess we just decide when.” I told him.

“How about in three days?”

“What’s in three days?”

“Well, it’s my birthday actually.”

I stopped to look at him. “No foolin’? And this is what you want? Some alien suit goop using you as its forever home?”

“When you put it that way, how can I say anything but an enthusiastic ‘yes!’”

…..

So the day came. We went out to dinner, nothin’ fancy, but a pretty nice place we both like and I paid for him. Yep, a real date and all that. Perfect boyfriend remember? Anyway, we got home and I could tell the kid was excited, he had been almost unable to sit still during dinner too. Askin’ questions about what it would feel like, if their personalities were gonna mesh well, honestly stuff I didn’t know how to answer as it differed for every host. All I could tell him was that Venom and I would be there for him every step of the way.

I took a nice long shower and got myself all squeaky clean back there. I’d like to say offerin’ the kid my ass was a ‘once in a blue moon’ type deal. But that wouldn’t be the truth. Turns out, I love gettin’ fucked, or at least, I love it when it’s Ryan givin’ it to me. I toweled myself off and the symbiote, which had been lurking on my back, avoidin’ most of the hot water wrapped itself around me, forming its preferred covering of big gooey-tongued monster. It had been a surprise to me, on revealing this form to Ryan that he hadn’t been terrified. Startled, sure, but not afraid, and I should know as we can smell fear. My guy was a lot braver than I had originally given him credit for.

Ryan was lying on his bed, nude, cock risin’ straight and proud from between his legs supported by his thumb. Damn that spire of flesh looked inviting to me. I felt my asshole twitch. 

“Mmm that looks real tasty.” I told him.

“Come here, then, get a taste.” He said and grinned. 

I moved onto the bed and he spread his legs for me so I could crouch between them. 

“I want to feel both of your tongues on me.” He said.

The symbiote, being a non-sexual entity as it was still did as requested. By doing so it made Ryan happy, which made me happy, and those impulses pleased Venom as well. The long muscular tongue encircled Ryan’s girth, coiling around him gently before tugging at the tender flesh of his pole. The symbiote moved from half of my face, letting me move forward and take the kid’s swollen pink head in my own mouth. He gasped and moaned, arching his back like a bow as he reveled in his dual-blowjob. Venom’s tongue slithered down his length, tightening around his balls, massaging, careful not to hurt them. I moved my mouth further down the slick cock, my aim to get him good and slippery with my saliva, not tryin’ to get him off, that would come soon enough.

“Eddie, fuck, Venom… Better sit on my lap before you make me cum. I can’t handle both of you going to town like this.”

“Hehe, I know kid.” I said and shot him a smirk.

Venom pulled his tongue back inside his shifting, toothy maw as I crawled over Ryan’s thighs and sat my round, furry ass over my prize. I reached down and grabbed his manhood in my fingers, angling it up towards my ring where it began to press eagerly past my sphincter muscles. I grunted at the familiar pressure, smiling all the while. Once it popped past my entrance, I let my weight slowly descend as I felt Ryan slide in all the way to his heavy nuts. 

“Oh, hell yeah, there we go. Got ya right where I want ya!” 

“That makes two of us, ‘Daddy!’” The kid said and laughed.

“We doin’ that again?” I asked.

“It’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” I said and started to grind my ass down on his hips.

It took no time at all to find our usual rhythm. Ryan let me stay in control in this position, maybe why I liked it so much. Of course I also liked watchin’ his face contort, smile, groan underneath me. I suppose mine must’ve been cycling through all the same expressions. Venom had moved slightly off of me to expose my hairy front and most of my face. My guy likes to rub his hands over my chest and stomach, grabbing onto my meaty tits when he’s fuckin’ me, feels good on my end too. He reached up, running his hand through my beard, pushin’ a couple of his fingers into my mouth for me to suck and then he suddenly thrust inside of me deeply and I gasped. A few more like that and I’d cum for sure, might not even have to touch my dick. Of course, even if I didn’t, the symbiote would snake a tendril around my shaft without me havin’ to ask. 

Speaking of the symbiote, there was somethin’ changed within it, and I could feel it. Almost like the pleasurable pressure in my balls, building towards orgasm, the symbiote felt electrified, tingly over my body as it built towards its own climax.

“I’m about ready to blow!” I said.

“As are we, Eddie.” Echoed the symbiote.

“M-me too!” Said Ryan as he bucked his hips, driving his cock past my prostate and even deeper inside.

And with that, I felt the first of Ryan’s white, hot spurts inside my asshole, which in turn caused me to erupt, I bellowed as it happened. The symbiote cried out too, a primal, unearthly wail. Ryan slid in and out of me even while he was cumming, as the symbiote rose over him like an ebony wave crashing over a shore. The kid looked up, his eyes wide with alarm as the organism moved over me and swirled around him, the symbiote tangled with its own spawn as it sought to release it onto Ryan’s quaking body. I was still shooting my wad, thick ribbons of spunk which spattered the younger man’s face, chest, and coated the back of my hand. Moments later, the new spawn was sliding over his body, creating a dark purple suit for him as it became acquainted with his trembling form.

“Eddie?” He asked uncertainly.

“It’s okay, Ryan. You’re with me, you’re safe. I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to ya. Just try to relax, I know it ain’t easy.”

He nodded, the strange sensations he was now feeling evident on his face as the new symbiote wrapped him up carefully. My own symbiote was content with itself, making tiny vibrations in my body that almost felt like it was purring.

“Happy birthday, ‘Junior.’” Venom and I said in unison. 

I leaned down and kissed him, showin’ him it was alright, that he’d ultimately be fine. Maybe not normal, but fine. His life was goin’ to change dramatically, in ways he couldn’t even comprehend, and I was responsible for that. I could beat myself up for that later when things got sticky, but for now, havin’ shared this part of my life with someone, I felt closer to him than I had to anyone before. Perhaps Venom had been right all along. For now I didn’t want to think about my alien puppeteer, usin’ me and those closest to me to achieve its own ends. Instead, I thought about helping Ryan learn how to live with his symbiote, how to harness its power and impulses. I could actually teach him a lot about it as no one was more suited to the task than me. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I thought about my future with someone.

END