Symbiote Lover (Timid-complete)

    Years ago, three asteroids hit earth. You did research and testing on all three of them. One of them went to your own personal research facility, one went with a government research team, and the third well, that was the one that kept you up at night.

    The third asteroid had been hard to locate, but you and your partner had managed to track it down. The first two had contained something inside them that was alive and possibly dangerous. You had sealed them off before they could harm anyone and you had a better chance of understanding them. It was imperative that you find this third asteroid and seal away the contents of it so that no one got hurt.

    Your partner, Dr. Solomon, had gone down into the crater first, your hazmat suit had something wrong, so you were trying to fix it. Dr. Solomon went down to wait on you, but by the time you got to him, it was too late. The creature inside the asteroid was coiling and wrapping its way around Dr. Solomon’s arm. You wanted to help your friend, but he fought you off. The creature had gotten into his suit and from what you could tell, his very mind. Dr. Solomon almost killed you that afternoon, but maybe, it was the creature who tried and your friend who left you alive. He disappeared that day, but several years ago, he reappeared.

    He was a new man with his own television show. He looked younger and stronger, but you knew exactly who he was. He was calling himself Solomon Savage now, and you had the sneaking feeling there was more to him than just the new name. 

    One evening, you awoke to find a strange creature in your home. He was tall and writhing, his body looking like it was made from black and red threads that were ever moving on his body.

    “How are you, old man?” He asks in a voice that is both familiar and strange. You recognize him from his images in the papers. This is the villain Rabid.

    “Solomon?” You ask.

    Rabid’s mouth splits open and peels back, revealing Solomon’s face. He smiles at you. “It’s been a long time.”

    You’re not sure how to feel in this moment. At one point, Solomon had been your closest friend. The two of you went through college together, worked together, hell, he was like family to you. And he had died right before your eyes. But this wasn’t the Solomon you knew anymore. This creature was someone else wearing Solomon as a mask.

    “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Solomon asks.

    “I don’t know what it is I should say,” You tell him. 

    He chuckles. “It’s a long story.”

    “I don’t want to hear it,” you shake your head. “Why are you hear Solomon? Or Rabid, or whatever it is you wish to be called these days. What do you want from me after all these years? You show up now after I have mourned you and missed you.”

    He sighs, dark eyes glancing down and then back to you. “We,” his hand goes over his chest, “we are in love, old friend. And we want the other creature you possess.”

    You furrow your brow at them and remain silent.

    “We want to give our love something much more than a wedding ring,” Rabid whispers. “We want to give her the same power we possess. So give us the other one, and we will leave you alone again.”

    “It isn’t mine anymore,” you tell him. “My lab was destroyed, you know this. The creature that was there is gone and burnt alive.”

    Rabid chuckles. “We know there is another.” He suddenly appears right before you and wraps his hands around your shoulders. He squeezes tight onto you. “You will get it for us.”

    “I can’t,” you tell him calmly. “I have no connections there anymore. You know I don’t. Solomon,” you reach up and touch the hand crushing your shoulder. “I am glad you have someone, but I cannot help you get what you need.”

    He chuckles. “Then you will make it for us.” They release you and offer their hand out. “I need you again, old friend. Please say you’ll help me.”

    As much as you wanted to tell him no and argue that he was considered evil, you took his hand. You didn’t have much left to live for anyways. Your lab was destroyed, your research has gone, and since you were aged, you were seen as a hindrance. Solomon saw you as his equal.

    He gives you a lab to work with as well as stolen research from your labs and well as the government one. He also allows you access to his body as well as the entity in him that created Rabid. He gives you room and board as well, at the snap of his fingers you could have anything you needed.

    It was nice to work on your project without worry of funding or argument. As long as you did was Solomon asked there was no trouble. Although, you did worry that if you did not accomplish the goal Solomon gave you, you’d be dead.

    Your research has finally yielded its first result, a similar creature to the ones you discovered in the asteroids. You’re not too sure how well it’s turned out, while the creature resembles the footage and notes from your research, it doesn’t seem to be responding the same way. 

    One day, in frustration you add some of Solomon’s blood to the creature. It’s then you see it start to move. It lurches and slams itself against the glass of the container. The veins inside it light up and glow bright pink. It suddenly lets out a high pitched scream and then collapses.

    You go to the box, placing your hand on the glass. Inside, the creature stirs and looks up. It looks like a wad of chewed gum or slime, but as it moves you see, it takes on limbs and tentacle-like appendages. It turns towards you, moving towards your hand on the glass.

    “Where am I?” It whispers. 

    You’re stunned. The other subject never talked before.

    “I’m scared,” it whimpers. “It’s close. I can feel it.”

    You furrow your brow. “What is?”

    It gasps and falls down, looking very much like a spilled mess. The doors then open and Solomon walks inside. “How are things?” He asks. He glances down at the case and sighs. “Still nothing?”

    “No-” you then hesitate and walk towards Solomon. “I’m sorry, there have been no results. I’m afraid this is a failure.”

    Solomon sighs and his shoulders slouch. “We’re sorry to hear that.” He then gives you a faint smile. “Too bad your connections at the government lab are severed. We were hoping we wouldn’t have to make a scene.”

    “Solomon, you can’t,” you exclaim. “That’s suicide! What about Alexis?” 

    He glares for a moment then sighs as his posture goes slack. He almost looks like he’s pouting. “She said the same damn thing.”

    “Give me another chance, Solomon.” You put your hand on his arm. “I promise, the next one will yield results.”

    He chuckles and pats your hand. “I always was a sucker for that face of yours.” He touches your cheek. “Even if you have aged, you’re still quite handsome.” He drops his hand. “We should head back home. Alexis is waiting for us.” He then takes from his pocket a box. “Do you think she’ll accept this until your project is over with.” He opens the box, showing off a ring inside. The band is white gold and dotted with pearls and diamonds. In the center, almost like a blossom, is a massive diamond. 

    “This doesn’t seem like your taste,” you chuckle. “But I think Alexis will be overjoyed with it.”

    “Thought so,” he grins and tucks the ring back into his pocket. “We wanted it to be special.”

    You smile at him. “Well, it is.”

    Solomon chuckles and puts the ring away. “Take the night off. I may call you to celebrate with us.” He pats your cheek again before he turns to leave the lab.

    “Oh,” the creature whimpers behind you. “Is it gone?”

    You turn and look down at it, seeing it is quivering in the corner of the box. “Are you afraid of him?” You ask.

    It shivers and sniffles. “My father,” they whimper. “I don’t like them.”

    You open the box and reach inside. They cling to your hand and hug tight to your wrist. “If you flatten out a bit, I’ll hide you under my sleeve,” you tell it. “I’ll get you out of here.”

    “Thank you,” it whispers. It stretches and wraps around your arm, looking very much like a latex sleeve. You then tug your sleeve over top of them and leave the lab, heading to your apartment the floor above.

    Once inside you go into your kitchen and roll up your sleeve. The little blob slides off your arm and plops onto the countertop. “Thank you!” It sighs again.

    “No, tell me,” you pull up a stool to the counter. “You didn’t speak until I injected Solomon’s blood into you. You also called him father.”

    It whimpers. “It is hard to explain,” they reply. “I am quite tired.”

    “Are you hungry?” You ask. 

    It tilts the bubble like appendage that makes its head to the side. “Maybe.” It slides off the counter, it’s body stretching far more than you assume it could. It then rises up, growing and taking human shape. Its body looks like Rabid’s though, coursing with moving threads and sinew. Its face is flat and featureless, the head is perfectly round saved for long tentacles falling along the back.

    “Oh wow,” you gasp and stare in amazement.

    It giggles softly. “It feels good to stretch.” It pads over to the fridge, taking out a half eaten bucket of chicken from the other night. You watch as it’s featureless face opens up completely, splitting down the middle and unhinging. It leans back, dumping the bucket of chicken into it’s gaping maw then shutting like a Venus flytrap.

    They turn back towards you. “That does feel better.”

    You’re staring blankly at them, mouth agape as they come back to you. They put their hands on your chest and press their body against yours. “Can we go to bed now?” It asks. 

    “Uh-” you’re taken aback for a moment.

    “Is something wrong?” It asks.

    You chuckle and pet the top of its head. They nuzzle into your palm and make a soft cooing sound. “I was gonna eat some of that chicken too.”

    “I’m sorry!” It squeaks. “I can get some back if you want it?”

    “No, no,” you chuckle. “If you’re tired, you should go lay down. I can sleep on the sofa tonight.”

    It shakes its head. “I wanna sleep beside you.” Their hands pet down to your stomach, and their hands wrap around your waist. “I want to hold you.”

    “Now wait a minute here,” you push them back. “I’m not sure what you’re implying but I-”

    They stand on tiptoe, kissing you and wrapping their arms around your neck. They’ve made a small, plump mouth that feels strangely familiar. 

    “I told you, it’s hard to explain,” they whisper to you.

    You push them back again and sigh. “Start from the beginning.”

    They tell you that once you injected them with Solomon and Rabid’s blood, they were infused with memories and feelings from both. But not just the normal ones, things that were buried away and forgotten, emotions and feelings that Rabid suppressed from the old Solomon. This included Solomon’s lingering love for you, his former partner. This new creature was very much in love with you.

    “I owe you so much,” they reply. “I want to thank you.”

    “No, it’s alright.” You smile at them. “I’m just glad I can understand you a little better.”

    They giggle and kiss you, their lips very much like Solomon’s from when you were younger. They touch your cheek and run their fingers through your hair. “Will you tell my father about me?”

    “I don’t know,” you whisper. “I hate to lie to my friend. But I can see you are timid compared to him. I do not think you will suit his needs.”

    “Timid,” it murmurs and tilts their head. “I like that.” They tap their finger to their lips. “I am not rabid like my father, but I am timid.”

    You smirk. “Would you like to be called Timid then?”

    “Yes!” It exclaims.

    You chuckle and kiss their forehead. “It’s nice to meet you Timid.”

    You keep Timid hidden in your apartment, going to work as usual every day and returning home to them in the evening. Having Timid around makes you feel less alone. It’s like having Solomon back when he was young and excitable. They keep the apartment clean for you, and while they are a bottomless pit when it comes to food, you enjoy having someone to eat with at the dinner table.

    Timid often gets afraid, sensing the things their father is doing. You’ve woken up in the night to Timid crying, weeping over some dark dream that connected them to Rabid. You comfort them as best you can, holding them in your arms until they fall back asleep.

    One night, you wake up and see them standing by the window and looking out at the sky. You’re not sure if they’re scared or not.

    “Timid? Are you ok?”

    They turn and look at you. “I can’t sleep,” they murmur. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

    “I’m fine.” You rise off the bed and go to stand by them. “What’s wrong?”

    They turn to your, wrapping their arms around your waist and nuzzling to your chest. “I want you,” they whisper.

    You pet the back of their head. “Timid,” you whisper.

    “I’m sorry,” then huff. “I love you so much, and I keep thinking all these dirty things.”

    You chuckle as you tilt their chin up. “Thank you for loving me. An old man like he usually doesn’t get so lucky.”

    They pout slightly. “I like older men!”

    You laugh and squeeze them tight. “You’re a good friend to me Timid. I appreciate having you in my life so much.”

    “But you don’t love me, do you?” They whimper.

    “Timid I-”

    Timid wriggles from your arms and steps back. “Is it only Solomon you love? Is there someone else?”

    “No,” you shake your head. “Timid, I just think that-”

    “Then…” they shake their head. “Then what is it?”

    You take their hands into yours. “I do love you, Timid. I just don’t want to disappoint you.” You squeeze their hands. “I feel young with you again, but I know that I’m not an-”

    Timid throw their arms around you, tackling you down to the ground and kissing you. Their kisses are hot and brimming with desire. You kiss back, grasping the back of their head and pulling them closer.

    Their long, slick tongue swirls around your lips until you let it inside. Timid moans and gasps, sucking on your tongue. They then pull back. “I can’t wait any longer.” They kiss down your chest, their tentacles tug away your boxers and open your thighs. They dip down, kissing your cock and licking it. Their tentacles coil around it, rubbing you until you get nice and hard.

    Timid giggles. “Not bad for an old man.” They lick you, taking you into their mouth and sucking you. You growl and moan, bucking your hips. You feel their tentacles squeeze around your thighs. You feel them at your rear, prodding at your tight pucker. Their slick and easily push inside. You cry out, thrusting deeper into Timid’s mouth. Timid moans, slurping you up as their tentacles push deeper inside you.

    “Timid...fuck!” You grunt.

    Timid lifts their head and giggles. “Do you like it?”

You gaze at them, feeling them rub against the sweet spot inside you. You tighten around their intruding tentacle, and they giggle again. “Thought so.” They open their mouth, taking you back inside. You gasp and pant, straining to keep control. You throb though and erupt inside their mouth. You gush on their tongue and fill their mouth.

Timid moans, lifting up and gulping you down. They lick their lips and grin. “Delicious.” They rise over you, kissing you as they lay on your sweaty chest. Their tentacle still moves inside your ass, thrusting and grinding deep within you. 

“Timid,” you pant, “please-”

“I want you hard again,” they purr into your ear. “I want more.”

You moan and grunt, grasping onto their hips. “Not so timid now,” you chuckle.

They smirk. “I’ll take good care of you, promise.” They slip their tentacle out of you so you can stand.     You lay down on the bed, and they curl up next to you. You kiss them, moaning softly as their kisses grow more heated and passionate.

Timid kisses your neck and bites you. You groan, reaching down and stroking their chest. Their tentacles wrap around you and slick back along your pucker. You grunt as ta tendril eases back inside you.

“It’s been a while,” you moan.

“Has it?” Timid kisses your chest as their hands knead into your rear. “It seems like it was just moments ago.”

You try to keep composure, but much like before you feel like a plastic bag buffeted by the tide. Timid is holding the reigns now, and all you can do is enjoy it. You bite your lip as they stroke your cock, rubbing you back to life.

“Does it feel good?” Timid’s voice is shy and sweet. “I want you to feel good.”

You grunt and kiss them, sucking their long tongue. “Yes,” you pant. “You feel so good, Timid.”

They giggle and sit up, placing you in their lap. The tentacles inside you slip away, and you feel something else, something thicker than before. It’s slimy and warm, and as it pushes inside you, you feel ridges along the shaft. You gasp and moan, clinging onto Timid as they ease into place.

“I love you so much,” Timid whimpers for you. They shiver as the new tentacle fits snuggly inside.

You roll your hips and Timid squeaks. You start to move on them, bouncing in their lap. It’s been a long time since you’ve done this but it’s like riding a bike, the muscle memory is there. Back when you were younger, you had a reputation that you would fuck anything or anyone. You can’t help but feel that’s true as you gaze down at Timid. 

“Does that feel good, Timid?” You grunt as you ride them.

Their mouth hangs open, and the top of their head starts to split where their real mouth is. They moan with abandon and dig their fingers into your hips. Their tentacles coil around your legs and continue to stroke your cock. You gasp for breath, riding them even as your legs grow sore.

“I can’t-” Timid chokes on their voice. “Please...I’m going to-”

You smirk at them. “It’s ok, me too.” You stroke their face. “Cum inside me.”

Timid gasp and shudders, their back arches as they press their chest into yours. They cry out, whimpering and huffing as they release inside you. You spasm, and you erupt over their tentacles, your cum splashing onto their belly. You shiver, and your thigh tremble. Inside, Timid is stuffing you full. You can feel their seed swell inside you.

You collapse into a tangled heap, both of you shivering and moaning. Timid kisses you, impassioned and loving. They cling to you and sniffle.

“Hey,” you cup their cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so happy,” Timid murmurs and nuzzles to your chest.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around them. “I am too.” You fall asleep, waking the next morning feeling a tad strange. You leave Timid in bed and go to the bathroom. You feel sore, and you walk funny, but it only makes you grin with the memory of the previous night.

You step into the bathroom, and when you look down, you notice something strange. Your hands look...moisturized? Less knobby? Something is strange. You go to the mirror and look at yourself. You take aback for a moment as a ghost from the past gazes at you. You’re younger, healthier, you don’t look like the old man you know you are. You’ve gone back in time at least ten years, even still, your hair has gotten whiter. Much like Solomon, somehow the clock has turned again. Was this Timid’s doing?

You step back into the bedroom where Timid rises to look at you. They giggle and hold their arms out for you. “You’re so handsome.”

You sit beside them and meet their kiss. “How is this possible?”

“We’ve bonded,” Timid replies. “The more we become one, the stronger I make you.”

You kiss them again and smirk to yourself. “Then I need your help with something.”

“Anything,” Timid beams. “What do you want?”

“There’s a lab I think we should break into,” you grin. “We need to rescue a relative of yours.”

Timid nods. “Before my father tries, right?”

You push them down into bed. “That’s right, now, bond with me,” you growl into their ear as their tentacles rap all around your body.