Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite Part 4 (complete)

“Max?” Someone gently nudges my cheek. “Max? You awake? Hey.” A tongue touches my face, gliding along my ear and down my jaw. “Max, please,” the voice whimpers. “Please wake up.”

I push against the face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” I rub my eyes before I slowly open them. Faint light filters through the curtains as I peer around my room. “What’s so urgent?” I sit up slowly, yawning as I become more alert.

“You okay?” Spite asks as he slithers up my back. “You slept through your first alarm.” He curls up on my shoulder, the one that Beast hit.

“Did I?” I grumble as I pick up my phone. It blares with my alarm again, and I drop it on the bed in shock. “Ugh.” I turn it off, then flop back down on the bed. Ever since Beast attacked, Spite has been acting strange. He’s not himself and it worries me.

“Are you okay?” Spite rises up and looks down at me. “Do you hurt?”

I grab the back of his head and bring him down, touching his forehead to mine. “What’s the matter with you? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” His tendrils start wrapping around me. They curl along my chest, trailing down my ribs. They crawl over my arms, slowly coating my fingertips. “I am always fine.”

“Obviously you’re not. You act like you’re scared shitless.” I sit back up. “I’m fine, Spite. You don’t need to baby me.”

“I’m baby,” Spite purrs as he snuggles into the crook of my neck.

I push his head down, squishing him on my shoulder. “I know,” I sigh softly. I slip my feet over the edge of the bed and stand up. “We need to get going.”

“Going?” Spite wraps around me like a hoodie. “Going where?”

“I told you,” I sigh as I find my pants under the bed. “I promised Eli I would help him and Urata today. We also have our meeting with Oona.”

Spite squeezes tightly around me, becoming a form fitting bodysuit. “You sure you wanna go out there today?”

“Spite,” I chide softly. “We can’t stay locked up forever, and I can’t keep avoiding Oona.” I bite down on my cheek. Ever since the attack from Beast and after I was released from the infirmary, I’ve only seen Oona in passing. I feel guilty, crushingly so, about what happened to her. She took on Beast to save me and Spite, and now I’m not sure how to approach her.

“We should leave here, Max,” Spite says. “Just go and do our own thing! We can pack up and hit the road, just us as one.”

I furrow my brow as I fill my backpack up. I place my art supplies back in their container and slip my sketchbook inside. “I can’t do that.” I shake my head and stiffen my shoulders. “Uncle Harlan is here, Jack is here. I can’t leave them. Besides, we’re safer here than anywhere else! And if we can do some good, then why shouldn’t we?”

Spite exhales but doesn’t say anything.

“Seriously,” I snap at him, “what is wrong with you?”

“Aside from everything?” he snickers.

My shoulders slouch again. “You know what I mean, Spite. You’re worrying me, and not in the usual way.”

Spite relaxes, loosening his grip on me. “I don’t like this hero business,” he growls. “I’m supposed to be a diplomat, not a cape-wearing derring-do-gooder.”

I smile. “I still can’t believe you’re supposed to be a diplomat.” I put my backpack over my shoulder, open the bedroom door and go into the kitchen. “Besides, I think I kind of like being a do-gooder.”

Spite’s tongue drops down over my forehead and between my eyes. “Then ‘do good’ by picking up trash and recycling. You don’t need to don some fancy skintight suit to prove a point.”

I open the fridge. “You do realize that you’re my skintight suit right?”

Spite’s tongue waggles in my face like a windshield wiper. “You know what I fucking mean!”

I grab his tongue and push it away. “The point stands. I like it here. I like this school. I like the people.”

“That’s rich,” he sneers.

“I mean it.” I put a bottle of water and a few snack packs into my bag before closing the fridge again. “I think this place is good for us, Spite. Besides, if we went on the run that would literally be our lives. We would always be running. Rabid would be happy to have us away from this school.”

“We could do just fine,” Spite insists.

“I’d rather not.” I double-check to make sure I have my keys before leaving the dorm room. We set out across campus, heading towards the art building, where I’ll meet Eli and Urata. Spite and I are going to be posing for the class that day - something I would never usually do, but I owe Eli the favor.

“Good morning, handsome,” Eli chirps as we come into the art room. “You ready for the day?”

“No,” I grumble. “But we’re here, aren’t we?”

Eli looks to Spite. “And how about you? Ready to show off the goods?”

Spite’s head forms and comes to rest on top of my hair. “You’ve been trying to get into my pants since I walked into your life.”

Eli smirks at him and arches a brow. “You don’t have pants.”

Spite hisses, then turns back into a hood.

Eli takes the small victory. “Urata and I are almost done setting up.” He points to the door near the back of the classroom. “If you want, you can go into his office and get ready. I’ll come in and fetch you when the class arrives.”

“Thanks. I haven’t eaten yet, so I’ll do that.” I go back into the office, sit down and take one of the snack packs from my bag.

“Nice and quiet,” Spite whispers to me. “Why don’t we relax a little bit before we show off to the world?”

I sigh as I try to enjoy my fruit. “I should have known.”

Spite twists around me, squeezing tightly against me. Some of his tendrils slither into my mouth and squeeze around my tongue. He slips into my pants, grabbing hold of me and squeezing around my shaft.

“Just a little release, so we don’t get too excited out there,” he purrs.

I moan, leaning back in the chair. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Spite teases. 

I grunt, glaring back at him. Spite releases my tongue with a smarmy giggle. “Hold on,” I huff. I undo the zipper of my pants, then arch my hips to tug them and my boxers down. “Go ahead.”

Spite cackles. “You’re eager today.”

“No, I just know I shouldn’t argue by now.” I bite my lip as I watch his white and red tendrils stroke over my cock. “It does feel good though.”

“In the teacher’s office, no less,” Spite purrs. “I wonder how many times Mr. Masutaro has bent Eli over this desk and fucked him senseless.”

“Spite, please,” I grunt.

Spite covers my head and face. Our eyes gaze down at our body, looking over the red and white. Our hand is wrapped around our cock, stroking it as we breathe in. 

“Just us,” Spite moans. “Think about it, Max.”

He starts to go inside me, pressing into my ass. I cry out, both our voices echoing from the same throat. “Spite,” I gasp. 

He growls low, thrusting inside me, going deep before withdrawing. We stand up, and I bend over the desk. Spite squeezes around me, continuing to stroke our cock while he moves inside me. 

“Only us, Max. That’s all that has ever mattered,” he breathes. “The two of us, as one, so perfect and whole.” His movements echo through the room, a wet slapping sound that grows louder and harder.

“Spite,” I rasp. “You’re going so hard.”

“I want you to know. I want you to feel only me.” Spite’s voice is low and rumbling. “Max, I-”

I cry out. Spite cries out. The rush of heat that overwhelms us splashes to the floor and inside me. I tremble, unable to keep my feet, so Spite eases us back into the chair. He brings up our hand, and our tongue licks away the molten cream on our fingers.

“Feel better?” Spite moans.

There’s a knock on the door. “Max, you ready?” Eli calls.

“Yeah. Just a second.” I gulp down heavy breaths. I attempt to stand, but Spite holds me down. “We need to go out there.”

“Wait,” he whispers. “Before we go...” His voice cracks. “Can’t we just enjoy this?”

“What are you talking about?” I manage to stand again and use my underwear to mop up the mess on the floor. “When we get home, we can enjoy it better. Okay?”

Spite wiggles excitedly. “Okay.”

As we step outside, Eli gives me a knowing smile. “Have fun, you two.” He leads us to the center of the classroom, where a circle of students are sitting with easels and art pads. As we move into position, Spite fully takes hold. We stand as one there in the class and take a pose.

Then I notice a girl sitting alone, towards the back of the classroom. She has an easel up, but she doesn’t seem to be drawing anything.

“What is it?” Spite asks. “You like girls now?”

“Hey,” I snap at him. “It’s just that - well, she seems uncomfortable.” I glance back at her. “I’m not sure what it is, but I feel like I know her.”

Spite sniffs. “She smells weird.”

During the break, Eli offers us a cup of coffee, which Spite takes to swimming in. I have on a robe and am eating lunch when the girl approaches me. She has wide, dark brown eyes and sleek hair in a bob. She looks exhausted, like she hasn’t slept in weeks, but that isn’t too surprising for a college girl. What is surprising is that she only has a right arm. Her left arm is missing completely.

“Hi.” I try not to stare. “Can I help you?”

She looks me over for a moment, then glances at Spite in the coffee cup. “Curious,” she says softly. “Just curious.” She smiles at me and sits down beside me. “I’m Siti. I studied under your uncle, back when he was a professor.”

“Oh!” I exclaim, turning my full attention to her. “And now you’re here! He’s actually teaching again.”

She nods shyly. “I know, but I haven’t gathered up the courage to speak to him again. I used to have a pretty big crush on him.”

I rub the back of my neck. “A lot of people did,” I chuckle.

“This one is taken!” Spite says from the cup of coffee. “So don’t get any ideas, Missy.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I won’t.” Then she looks to me and laughs. “I, um… I knew Jack, too.”

I’m not sure how to respond. Most people think he’s dead. “Yeah, he was… he was like a big brother to me. He was amazing.”

Siti touches her left shoulder. “If it wasn’t for him I might have lost more than an arm. I wanted to apologize to you.”

“I...” I really don’t know how to respond. “You don’t... Siti, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Siti’s hand slips down her side. “Maybe if he hadn’t tried to save my life, he’d still be around.” She looks into my eyes. “If he hadn’t helped me, he would have gotten out.”

“You can’t think like that,” I try to assure her. “Jack knew what he was doing. Don’t blame yourself for what happened.”

Siti sniffles, rubbing her eyes she lowers her head. “Can we talk after class?” she asks.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love that. Maybe we can go meet with Harlan, too.”

Siti presses her lips together. “Maybe.” She looks back towards the class as they start to file in, then gets up. “I’d best go get my seat again.”

“That girl is weird,” Spite whispers.

“Hush,” I hiss at him.

Once class is over and I get dressed, I go to find Siti, but she’s not waiting in the classroom. 

“Hey, Eli.” I walk up to him as he’s cleaning. “Do you know where Siti went?”

He furrows his brow. “Who?”

“The girl with...” I clear my throat. “She has only one arm.”

Eli slowly shakes his head. “There’s no one like that in this class. Must have been a walk-in.”

I leave, wondering if Siti lost her nerve. As Spite and I go across campus, we head towards the dorm so we can change before meeting Oona. As I head into the dorm room, Spite suddenly tenses.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Be quiet! There’s someone here.” Spite starts to wrap around me, pressing close to my body so we become one again. He rises onto his toes and slips into the dorm, sniffing around and twisting his head from side to side. As we return to the hallway, something skitters along the ceiling, flashing briefly in front of our eyes.

“The fuck was that?” I yelp.

“I said quiet!” Spites snarls at me. He rushes to the end of the hall and looks around, stepping into the common room. A floorboard creaks, and we hold our breath. Suddenly we’re knocked aside. A figure grabs us, knocking us to the ground. Then they drag us up the wall, holding our throat as they pin us there.

Looking down, I see the creature that attacked us before. Beast.

“Keep your mouth shut,” she snarls. Her long tail whips back and forth behind her. It curls up over her shoulder, looking very much like a scorpion’s. Her neon blue and yellow skin seems to have a glow to it now, making her look toxic.

Spite hisses and screams, kicking out our legs and hitting her in her face. Her tail lashes out, and the tip opens and suctions around our face.

“Hold still, you little maggot! We’d like to have a word.” Her tail swallows us up, gulping us down like a giant throat. 

“Spite!” I scream, but he won’t answer me. “Spite! Where are you? Spite!”

“Better save your voice.” Beast’s voice sounds muffled from the inside. “Spite and I are talking.”

“Spite,” I whimper as my vision starts to fade to a pinprick. “Spite… I...”

I wake up. My head is pounding and my mouth feels tacky. As I rise from the floor, it feels as though something is missing. I touch my chest and feel around. I can’t find Spite.

“Looking for this?” Beast’s voice cuts through the shadows. I look up to see her crouched down before me. In her hands she’s holding a small lump, and I realize it’s Spite.

“Give him back!” I scream and lunge at her. I fall flat on my face as she moves away.

Beast yanks her hand away, squishing Spite between her long, sharp fingers. “Nuh-uh.” She wags her finger at me. “Not until you help me get Rabid.”

I pick myself up off the floor, glaring at her. She seems smaller than before, much more petite. Her figure is slim, but her limbs are long. There are spikes running down the back of her head and spine, all the way to the base of her tail.  Her face is flat and shiny, her mouth jagged with teeth. Her grin is wide, reaching back towards the sides of her head.  

“I don’t know where he is,” I growl. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking! He tried to kill me! I don’t exactly care where he is!”

Beast sneers, her eyes becoming narrow slits. She holds up Spite again and squeezes her fingers tighter around him. I hear a terrified squeak, and the more her fingers tighten the more frantic the cry becomes. 

“Stop!” I scream. “Don’t hurt him!”

Beast unclenches her fingers around Spite. “Then help me. It’s either Rabid, or him.”

My breath shudders in my chest. Hot tears sting my eyes. “Please. I’ll help you. I’ll try.” I hold my hands out. “Just give him back to me!”

“Just give him back,” Spite whispers.

“Be quiet,” Beast snarls. “You’ll ruin it!”

Tears drip down my face. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Beast drops Spite, almost carelessly. He splats on the floor and I quickly scoop him up in my hands, holding him close. “It’s okay! I’ve got you!”

“Take us to Dr. Harlan,” Beast growls.

I glare at her as Spite starts to wrap around my neck. “What are you trying to do? Who the hell are you?”

“Max,” Spite squeaks weakly. “Max, hold me.”

“You really want to know?” The flesh of Beast’s mouth recedes from the contours of the head beneath, opening wide to show the girl inside.

Siti looks out at me.

“We’re the bad guy,” she growls. Her lips curl into a smirk. “Duh.”