Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite 4 (rough draft)

“Max?” There’s a gentle nudge to my cheek. “Max? You awake? Hey.” His tongue touches my face, gliding from my ear and down my jaw. “Max, please,” his voice whimpers, “please wake up.”

I push against his face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” I rub my eyes before I slowly open them. Faint light cuts through the curtains as I peer around my room. “What’s so urgent?” I sit up slow, yawning loud as I continue to wake.

“You ok?” Spite whispers 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 suddenly 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 is worrying me.

“Are you ok?” 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 alright?”

“I’m fine.” His tendrils start wrapping around me. They curl over my chest, bleeding 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 huff as I find my pants under the bed. “I promised Eli I would help him and Urata today. Not to mention we have that meeting with Oona.”

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

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

“We should leave here Max,” Spite whispers. “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 sketch book inside. “I can’t do that.” I shake my head slow. “Uncle Harlan is here, Jack is here,” I grumble. “I can’t leave them.” I then huff as I stiffen my shoulders. “Besides, we’re safer here than anywhere else! And if we can do some good, then why shouldn’t we?”

Spite breathes but he 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,” I grunt. “You’re worrying me, and not in the usual way.”

Spite relaxes, going back to a loose fitting hoodie. “I don’t like this hero business,” he snarls. “I’m supposed to be a diplomat, not a cape wearing daring do gooder.”

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

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 dawn some fancy skintight suit to prove a point.”

I open the fridge as my brow furrows. “You do realize that you’re my skin tight 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 snarls.

“I mean it.” I put a bottle of water and a few snack packs into my bag. “I think this place is good for us, Spite.” I then huff. “Besides,” I close the refrigerator. “If we were to go 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 and Harlan and Jack.”

“We could do just fine,” Spite hisses.

“I’d rather not.” I double check to make sure I have my keys before leaving the dorm room. We then cut across campus, heading towards the art building where I’m to 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 owed Eli the favor.

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

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

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

Spite rises up from a hoodie and lays his head in 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 towards a door near the back of the classroom. “If you want, you can go into his office and get yourself 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. I sit down and take out 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 huff as I try to enjoy the fruit in the pack. “I should have known.”

Spite twists around me, squeezing back skin tight against me. Some of his tendrils coil 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 when 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 none the less,” Spite hisses. “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 then pulling out. We stand up and I bend myself over the desk. Spite squeezes tight 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 into 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 dark 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 hold up my legs, Spite moves 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, a second,” I gul 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 breaks. “Can’t we just enjoy this?”

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

Spite wiggles excitedly. “Ok.”

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 take to the center of the class, Spite fully takes hold. We stand as one there in the class and take a pose.

I notice towards the back of the classroom there is a girl sitting alone. 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 either, but I feel like I know her.”

Site 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 this is a college so that isn’t too surprising. What is surprising it that she only has one arm. Her left arm is missing completely.

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

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

“Oh!” I get a bit excited. I turn my full attention to me. “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.” She shrugs. “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 on him. “I won’t?” She then looks to me and laughs. “I uhm...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.” She glances back at me. “I wanted to apologize to you.”

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

Siti’s hand slips down her side. “Still,” she murmurs. “Maybe if he hadn’t tried to save my life, he’d still be around.” She looks into my eyes. “Had he not worried about 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 bows her head. “Can we talk after class?” She asks. Her brown eyes look back up at me. 

“Yeah, of course,” I nod. “I’d ove 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. “I best go get my seat again.” She gets up and walks back towards her seat.

“That girl is weird,” Spite whispers.

“Hush,” I hiss at him.

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

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

He furrows his brow. “Who?”

I gasp softly. “The girl with that-” I clear my throat. “She has only one arm.”

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

I huff then leave, wondering if she had lost her nerve. As Spite and I go across campus, we head towards the dorm so we can change then go visit Oona for our meeting. As I head into the dorm room Spite suddenly goes tense.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Be quiet!” He whispers. “There’s someone here.” He starts to wrap around me, forming close to my body so we become one again. He rises onto his tiptoes and slips into the dorm, sniffing around and twisting his head to and fro. As we come into the hallway something skitters along the ceiling, flasing briefly in front of your eyes then disappearing.

“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 living room. The floorboard creaks and we hold our breath. Suddenly we’re knocked aside. A figure grabs us, knocking us to the ground then dragging us up the wall, holding our throat as they pin us there.

Looking down I see the creature that had attacked us before. It was Beast.

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

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

“Hold still you little maggot!” She screams at us. “We’d like to have a word.” Her tail swallows us up, gulping down like some sort of vestigial throat. 

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

“Best save your voice.” Beat is muffled from the outside. “Spite and I are talking.”

“Spite,” I whimper as my vision starts to fade to a pinpont. “Spite...I-”

I wake up later, 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 and she her crouched down before me. In her hands she’s holding a small lump, the more I look, I realize it’s Spite.

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

Beast yanks her hand away, squishing Spite between her long, sharp fingers. “Nuh-unh.” She wags her finger before 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 extra long. There are spikes down down the back of her head then onto her spine which eventually cluster around the base of her tail.  Her face is flat and shiny, her mouth jagged. Her smile cuts back, almost wrapping around to the back of her head like some freakish nutcracker.  

“I don’t know where he is,” I growl. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin! 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. There is a terrified sqeak that turns into a high pitched squealing whimper. Teh tighter her fingers get the more Spite cries. 

“Stop!” I scream. “Don’t hurt him!”

Beast unclenches her fingers around Spite. “Then help me,” she snarls. “Becaus it is either Rabid, or him.”

My breath shudders in my chest and the hot pain of tears reaches up to my eyes. “Please,” I shake my head. “I’ll help you. I’ll try.” I hold my hands out. “Just give him back to me!”

“Just give him back,” a soft voice says from Beast.

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

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

Beast drops Spite like a potatoe on the ground. She splast to the floor and I quickly scoop him up in my hands. “It’s ok! I’ve got you!” I hold him close.

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

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

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

“You really want to know?” Beast’s mouth peels back, opening wide to show the girl inside. Siti looks out at me. “We’re the bad guy,” she snarls at me. Her lips then curls into a smirk. “Duh.”