Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite Part Five (complete)

I try to steady my breathing. Siti is standing next to me, wearing Beast like a jacket, much the same way I do with Spite. The only difference is that Beast also provides Siti with a left arm, to replace her amputated one. She stands there, arms crossed, her big eyes staring at the elevator door. There is a whispering between the two of them, hissing softly through the air, but I can’t understand the words.

Spite is curled up into the crook of my neck like a helpless kitten, too weak to do anything else. He’s shivering and terrified, but I can feel his anger radiating through me. I am beyond rage. If I could, I would split Beast’s head open for what she did to him.

Siti turns her head and sweeps her dark eyes over me. “There’s no reason to be afraid.”

“The fuck there isn’t! You call yourself the bad guy, torture my partner, and then blackmail us into helping you!”

Siti tilts her head to the side. I took her eyes as sad before, but now I see them as sadistic. She seems to be looking for something she can rub salt into.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” she says. “Right now, we need you. We need Harlan.” She glances to the door again. “Did the other survive?”

I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “The other?” 

“The other Heltith, the one Harlan was studying.” Siti chuckles. “Well, really, it was Jack and I who were studying it for Harlan. Until Rabid showed up.”

I furrow my brow at her, protectively placing my hand around Spite as he shivers. “What about Rabid?”

Beast recedes from Siti’s side, revealing her bare left flank. It’s covered in scars, both burns and surgical. Beast’s hand runs down them. “He’s the one who attacked the lab. Did this to me, killed Jack. Possibly the Aegis still made it out alive?”

I shake my head slowly. “Aegis?”

“The one fused with Jack.” Spite’s voice whispers in my mind. “They’re an Aegis class, a warrior. My bodyguard.” His voice is weak and raspy. 

Siti frowns at me. “What is he saying to you?”

I scowl back at her. “What is Beast saying to you?”

The elevator door opens, and we walk into the labs of Hephaestus Academy. Harlan is working there with Timid. Part of me hopes Jack is there for backup. As things are now, I don’t want Spite to think he has to protect me. I need to protect him. 

When we step into the white, sterile hallway, I hear Beast cackle to herself. She rises up around Siti’s head, and her tail coils tight around her waist. Their whispering resumes, and a smile blooms on Siti’s face.

“I thought Rabid and Solomon sucked,” Spite wheezes.

I pet him. “They can suck, too.”

I step into Harlan’s office. He sits at his computer desk, with Timid curled up in his lap. “I’ll be with you in just a second,” he says.

“Can’t wait that long,” I grumble.

Siti comes up to his desk, and Beast’s hand slams down on it. Harlan looks up in alarm, and Timid takes a defensive stance. They place themselves on top of the desk, hunched and snarling at Siti and Beast.

“What’s going on?” Harlan whispers. He adjusts his glasses and stands up. Once his eyes fall on Siti, he loses his breath. “Siti! Oh, my god, I thought...” He shakes his head. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for your old friend,” she says, with her voice and Beast’s combine. “But this...” they laugh as they look at Timid, “is a fascinating surprise. You created an artificial Heltith.”

I move around the desk, standing beside Harlan. “This is the same one who attacked Oona and I on our mission.”

“I figured as much,” Harlan growls. “Timid, come here.”

Timid doesn’t budge. They remain frozen on the desk, locked in a glaring contest with Beast and Siti.

Beast rises over Siti, sliding into place so they merge. She reaches out towards Timid, who screams at her. With a loud laugh, Beast drops her hand. “This is incredible! The silly thing smells like Rabid, and yet it couldn’t be more unlike him.” She grins wickedly. “Can you make more of these?”

Harlan doesn’t answer. “Siti,” he says sternly, “why are you here?”

“Beast!” she snaps. “And don’t you forget it.” Her lips curl, and a long yellow tongue lashes out between them. 

“Timid, seriously. Come back.” Harlan’s tone is low and serious.

Timid slowly slips off the desk, and Harlan moves them to stand beside me. Timid takes hold of my hand.

“I take it you want to know where to find Rabid.” Harlan steps closer to the desk. “I’m afraid none of us know his location, not since the last time he attacked. From what I understand, he’s looking for you too.”

“Good,” Beast laughs. “I want him to find me. Let him! When he does we are going to pay him back for everything.”

Harlan takes in a steadying breath. “I see. So you’re going to use us to lure him out?”

“You understand, don’t you?” Beast’s tongue darts over her eye. “You’re the same as me. You’ve been treated even worse by him.”

Harlan looks at me. “Yes, but I certainly wouldn’t hurt anyone to reach my goals.”

Beast smacks her lips. “Find Rabid, and I won’t kill anyone.”

Harlan scowls. “I wouldn’t put it past you to lie.”

“Then make your choice, because what I do next depends on your decision.” She sits in the chair before his desk. “I won’t wait long.”

Spite sniffs. “I smell something.”

Beast seems to smell something as well. She lifts her head and goes stiff in the chair. It’s too late - she’s grabbed from behind and tossed into the wall. Winston appears, shifting from invisibility into sight for a brief second before disappearing again. He grabs Beast, forcing her to the ground before slamming her against the ceiling.

Harlan rushes to his desk, pressing a button on his computer which triggers an alarm. “Run!” Sirens blare loudly, and doors throughout the lab begin to automatically shut. We run, but Beast gives chase, only halting when Winston catches up with her.

“Stop!” Beast roars. 

“Here!” I pass Spite off to Harlan. “Take care of him.” Timid takes my hand. “Make sure you get him out of here and safe! I’ll help Winston.”

“Max, let me do this,” Harlan tries to argue.

I shake my head as Timid starts to wrap around me. “I’ve been trained to do this. I’m stronger. Please, keep him safe!”

Timid engulfs me and I am surprised at how different he feels than Spite. Where Spite feels like comfort and home, like the perfect outfit, Timid feels like wearing rain boots with no socks. Strange, liveable, but not for me. 

Beast throws Winston across the hallway, slamming him into the wall before she comes charging at us. Timid lashes out, extending a blade from our forearm. Beast blocks it, and her tail whips towards our face. I block it in turn, grabbing the tip and holding it away from us. As we struggle with her, Winston drops on her from the ceiling. 

As the building seals and the alarms blare, the lights shut off. It starts to get horribly cold. 

“You ok?” Timid squeaks at me.

“You’re the one who hates the cold. I’ll be fine,” I pant.

Beast screams, charging at us again. We manage to keep her at bay, but our body starts to weaken. Timid begins to slide away from me. My face is exposed, and soon,Timid has receded into nothing more than the blade on my arm. My breath puffs out in white clouds. Beast is merely an arm and tail on Siti. Winston hits the back of her head, and she crumples to the floor.

I fall back and Timid curls up under my shirt, shivering.

“All we can do now is wait.” Winston breathes. “They’ll come and put her where she belongs.”

“I’m glad you were here,” I wheeze. I feel exhausted and bruised all over. Timid quivers under my shirt as they try to stay warm. 

“I was about to say the same thing about you.” Winston grins at me. “What you did was very brave. Both of you.”

Soon, the guards come in and take both Beast and Siti away. She’ll be locked up, no doubt, but I don’t think they will be able to hold her for long. They couldn’t before. Winston takes me to get checked up, and Timid is placed in an incubator to recover.

As I sit in my hospital room, the door opens and Oona enters. She wraps me up in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispers. “But I am so very proud of you.”

“It’s the second time I’ve gone up against Beast,” I chuckle. “I just had to do what you taught me.”

Oona grins as she sits down. “They have her locked up - both of them. But I know Beast. I remember what it was like being attached to her, having her inside my...” Her hand hovers around her head before she drops it. “I know she won’t stay long. Not willingly.”

I settle down in the hospital bed. “I know.”

The door opens again, and Harlan comes in. “Someone wants to see you.”

I sit up, heart hammering, and reach out my arms to embrace Spite. He leaps from Harlan’s grasp, clinging to me and wrapping himself around me. “You stupid, skinny, moron!” He pushes his forehead against mine. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I just wanted to protect you!” I laugh, but I am near tears. I haven’t been apart from Spite for so long, and I was terrified I was close to losing him.

Spite kisses me, grabbing hold of me as we become one. Our arms wrap around our body as tears stream down from our eyes. “I love you,” we say in unison.

“Aww,” Oona coos.

“Fuck! Where the hell did you come from?” Spite hisses, jabbing a finger at her as she smiles.

“Be nice,” I scold. “She was here before you.”

“Looks like you’re both in good spirits, at least,” Harlan chuckles. “Winston told me you were quite the hero down there, Max.”

Spite gives an extra squeeze. “Of course he is. Who do you think makes me a good person? Myself?” He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “You can’t fucking trust me. I’m a politician.”

“Oh, I know,” Harlan smirks. “Well, now that you two are reunited I don’t doubt you want to catch up.”

Oona stands up. “Yes, we should leave you lovebirds alone.” She winks at us and waves. “Don’t have too much fun, though. This is a hospital, after all.”

“Hey!” I whine as they leave.

The door closes, and we fall back in bed. Our arms continue to squeeze around our body, and I finally feel at home again. 

“I missed you,” Spite whispers.

“Me too.” Our hands rub down our sides. “I was so scared, Spite. I thought I would never see you again.”

“How do you think I felt?” he mourns. “Sending me away with Harlan! I just about pissed myself!” He squeezes around me. “I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, but I keep failing at it.”

“Stop,” I warn him. “Just stop. What I did today was not your fault. You did protect me. You gave me strength. If it wasn’t for you I would never have gone up against Beast like that. We’re one, Spite. We work together.”

“I love you,” he breathes again. “Never let me go again! Got that?”

I chuckle softly. “I won’t. I promise.”

We end up falling asleep, exhausted and comforted by one another. When I wake up, I’m able to go back home. Once there, I’m greeted by Eli, who has a small surprise for us. He’s made coffee for Spite, and has a big home-cooked meal waiting for us. “For the big heroes!” he cheers.

“Really, we’re not,” I say shyly. 

Spite blows bubbles in his coffee, happily lounging in the black brew. 

“I got so scared when I came home. I thought you were dead.” Eli sits down beside me and wraps his arms around me.

“Was it bad?” I look at him. “The place wasn’t too trashed.”

Eli frowns, still hugging me. “The contents of the living room pretty much had to be thrown out. But the campus security took care of them, and the insurance will replace the furniture.” He kisses my cheek. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Even you, peppermint nightmare.”

Spite sticks his tongue out at him from under the coffee.

I rub my cheek where Eli kissed me. “I was worried too. I wasn’t sure if you were home or not, or if she’d be waiting here. I’m just glad everyone is okay.” 

Eli stays snuggled up beside me. “You can relax now. Both of you.”

That evening, I’m completely stuffed. I’ve eaten too much, and Spite seems intoxicated by all the coffee. As I lay in bed, I play on my phone. Spite slips over my hand. He takes control, taking me to his favorite porn site.

“Oh, come on,” I groan.

“Nah, nah, hear me out,” he snickers. He goes to a video and plays it. “It’s our favorite,” he singsongs at me.

I whine and roll onto my side. “I’m too full!”

“Not full enough,” Spite snickers and licks my lips.

I melt a little bit. “Ugh. You’re gross.” 

Spite places my phone on the side table. He rolls me onto my stomach as his tendrils rub up my back and along my thighs. He lifts my hips up and spreads my thighs open. Slowly, he strokes along my belly. 

I watch the porn, breathing in deeply as Spite coils around the base of my cock. He squeezes there, waiting for me to grow hard. I close my eyes, burying my face in the pillow as his tongue circles around my anus.

“Eli’s home,” I whimper into the pillow. “We need to be quiet.”

“He likes it,” Spite titters. His tongue slips inside me, pushing in deep and wriggling around. Meanwhile, he starts to stroke my cock.

I bite the pillow, grunting as he moves inside me and over me.

Spite grows around me, becoming one with me. Our hand moves over our cock while he grows big inside me.

“You feel different,” I pant.

“Good. I’m giving you my best tonight,” Spite moans into my ear. 

We look down, watching our hand working over our cock. Our hips thrust, bucking as Spite moves faster inside me.

“Here,” Spite growls. “Let’s try this.” He bends us forward, nearly double. Our tongue coils around our cock, and we bring it into our mouth. Spite chuckles in my ear, then moans out loud. We suck our cock, feeling it pulse as our tongue wraps around it.

“This is weird,” I think to myself.

“You’d rather have Eli do this, right?” Spite chides gleefully.

I imagine Eli between our legs, his green eyes peering up as our cock vanishes in his mouth. “No! He’s my friend! I…”

“You can’t lie to me,” Spite moans. “I wouldn’t mind him joining.”

Our tongue squeezes around the base. I can feel the heat inside me growing. Spite is quivering around me, and I too am nearing my limits. 

“Max,” Spite rasps. 

“I know,” I moan.

We flop onto the bed, our back arching off the sheets. I come, and Spite comes. I can barely breathe, but I feel so perfect in that moment.

Spite cuddles up to me, snuggled into the nook between my neck at the pillow. He wiggles happily, laughing to himself as my breathing slows. He turns off my phone and plugs in the charger.

“Can we do it again?” He kisses my cheek.

I smile, kissing him back. “In the morning, okay?”

Spite licks my cheek. “Five minutes, come on. I know you’ll be up for it.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You perverted thing,” I coo.

“You can call me your peppermint dildo if you like,” he snickers. “I don’t mind.” He snuggles in again, and a gentle purr comes from his throat.

“Spite?” I whisper. “If Beast chose Siti for revenge...” I hesitate to ask the question. In fact, I sort of hate that I brought it up.

Spite sniffs. “Then why did I choose you?”

I nod silently.

“I chose you because we were both horny,” Spite laughs. “But I stayed because, well… I stayed, Max, because I wanted to. When I was with you I felt important, I felt special. I never felt that way back home. But with you?” He goes quiet for a moment and hugs me. “I feel most myself when I’m with you.”

I sniffle and bury my face against him. “I do too.”

“Don’t cry on me, now. Peppermint melts.” He licks up my tears, then kisses me on the lips. “There is no one else, Max. Remember that.”

I smile at him, a few more tears flowing down my cheeks. “Okay. One more time, and then I really need to sleep.”

“I knew it,” Spite chuckles as he writhes over my body. “I know you better than anything.” He kisses me again. 

“I know.” I grunt as he moves into place. 

Spite licks my neck. “I love you,” he breathes.

I close my eyes and let out a moan. “I know that, too.”