That's My Job

Self-control has always been a challenge for Eddie. All his life he’s been impulsive, overzealous, impatient. Sometimes he thinks that shame is the only thing standing between him and ruin.

Venom though, he’s a whole new level of depravity. Just in the past year, Eddie has witnessed levels of hedonism hitherto unknown. Everything Venom does is with the express purpose of feeling and experiencing life. Eddie can feel his enjoyment of every breath, hunger pang, and stubbed toe – never mind other more conventional pleasures. Maybe it’s his species or maybe it’s just his personality, but either way, he has a habit of breaking down the defenses Eddie put up years ago. Frankly, Venom scares him.

“You should buy that,” Venom remarks one day, peering at an endcap display through Eddies eyes.

Eddie glances around before replying under his breath. “I’m not buying women’s underwear.” He says firmly.

“Why not?”

“I’m a man, I can’t wear stuff like that.” Eddie fights to keep his pulse under control, knowing that Venom can tell anyway.

“But you want to.” He says, curiously poking at his subconscious.

Eddie swiftly shuts him out. “Yeah well that’s kinda out of the question.”

Venom scoffs. “I cannot understand your kind’s obsession with such things. It is fabric, Eddie. Don’t be a pussy.”

Eddie wants to point out how ridiculous that last part is, but he feels that it would be lost on the symbiote. He turns to finish his shopping in the next aisle but Venom darts his hand out and dumps the panties in his cart anyway.

“For later,” he purrs, and Eddie kind of wants to die.

He should absolutely put his foot down, march back to the aisle, and return the stupid panties. He should do anything besides check out with Venom’s mortifying addition, not looking the teller in the eye as he grabs his stuff and walks home. Monumental as it is, it's only his first mistake.

His second mistake is stopping at Mrs. Chen’s general store for snacks and a piss. He feels Venom stir as soon as he locks the door to the single-stall bathroom, hanging the bag on the knob.

“Eddie.”

“God, what? Boundaries, remember?”

“Normally you don’t care.” Venom points out.

“Yeah well, that’s usually at home." Eddie says, glancing around the tiny room. "We’re in public.”

“I will keep my hands to myself. Promise.”

Venom is quiet as he relieves himself. He doesn’t trust it.

Just as he reaches to zip himself up, Venom stops him. “Put them on.”

“What? No, I—”

“You could have stopped me before." He purrs, before his voice takes on a sharp edge. "Put them on. Now.”

Haltingly, Eddie does as he’s told. Stepping out of his pants in a convenience store bathroom is awkward, but Venom rumbles praises in his mind as the soft material slides up his body to press against him.

“There. Happy now?” He says, pulling on his pants and collecting his things.

“Very.”

He knows that Venom can feel every movement, every brush of the fabric on their walk home. He hates the way his cock threatens to go stiff and tries not to imagine how that would feel against the silky cloth.

Venom keeps his word all the way to their apartment, but the second the door latches, he's creeping tendrils beneath Eddie’s clothing, stroking at his skin.

“These feel nice,” he remarks, “you will wear them often.”

“I need to cook.” Eddie says, stomping his way over to the kitchen.

Venom doesn’t stop as Eddie busies himself with the task of procuring food for their joint continued survival, muttering to himself and trying desperately to ignore the way his body heats at Venom's every touch. He yelps and nearly drops the pot of boiling macaroni when he feels a tug at his balls.

“Fucking parasite!” He grits out as Venom laughs, continuing to toy with him, sliding the panties across his stiffening cock.

“You deserve this.”

The symbiote lets him get as far as mixing the cheese powder into the noodles before he starts up in earnest, gripping his aching cock with slick appendages and rubbing a thick tentacle against his hole through the silky material.

“You stop yourself from enjoying life, Eddie.”

He grips the counter, cursing and panting, as Venom pushes the fabric aside to slowly work him open. He lets out a high noise when he feels a tongue, long and slavering, tease and lap against his ear.

“Making you miserable is my job now, not yours.”

“You absolute piece of—”

Venom presses himself in and Eddie cuts himself off with a drawn-out curse.

His mind goes blank as he’s invaded, both of them shivering with pleasure as the tentacle slicks and squirms its way into his ass, rhythmically pushing against his prostate until he cries out, legs parted and arms splayed across the counter in an effort to steady himself.

Venom wraps around his limbs, holding him in position as he fucks into him, slowly at first before becoming more frantic.

Another tentacle pushes into his mouth, thoughtfully shaped and veined, and Eddie opens his throat to take it. It's just big enough to choke out his shuddering moan.

“Mine, mine, all mine,” Venom growls, each word punctuated with the wet slap of inorganic ooze against hot flesh.

Eddie can sense Venom's pleasure ripple across his mind. He tastes it on his tongue, feels it reverberate back into himself with every thrust. Venom pushes him to his absolute sensory limit and it’s nearly too much for him to bear, physically and emotionally.

Venom comes when he does, brutal and gushing, simultaneously pumping him with fluid and wringing his cock in a pulsing grip.

Eddie is just able to catch his breath before Venom coaxes him into a long kiss, winding tentacles around his face and pushing his tongue into his mouth. He pulls out slowly, making sure Eddie feels every inch of his cock on the way out. Eddie sighs into the embrace and tries to ignore the cum that courses down his thighs.

After a moment, Venom pulls back to gaze at him, eyes unblinking and pearlescent. “You deserve to be happy, Eddie.”

That almost gets him. He lets out a small, choked sigh and sags in Venom's grip, allowing himself to be tidied and maneuvered. He doesn't even care that the parasite slides the underwear back up afterwards.

Venom hoists the steaming pot of macaroni to the table, plopping in a spoon and setting Eddie in a chair.

“Thank you,” he mutters, shivering as Venom sinks back into his skin.

"Anything for you. Now eat the food, we’re hungry.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, holding back a smile as he digs in.