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You swallow, feeling like there’s an egg-sized glob of mucus in your throat. "Yeah," you say. "He did. You’re Venom." |
And that kind of sticks out to you, the way he keeps saying it: we. Eddie said he when he talked about it, but it’s evident Venom sees things a little bit differently. |
I know we just met but-- we’d love to give you a hand or three. |
That’s us asking to get you off. |
"Yeah. I mean, yeah? Uh, are you serious?" |
Deadly. Think of it as an apology. For last night. Is that a yes? |
"I can’t say I get asked this particular question a lot. Gimme a second?" |
Take your time, Venom says, making a noise between a laugh and a purr. He moves, and when he does it’s not quite like he’s rubbing himself up against you, more like he’s breathing with his whole body. We’ll wait. |
One question sticks out in your mind, besides wondering if this whole thing is just an insane dream. Your mom always told you it was rude to talk about people in the third person when they were in the room, but this is a whole other thing. As much as it feels a little rude not to, it feels too weird to say Eddie’s name... |
"Are you sure Eddie’s okay with this?" |
We don’t have a problem with it if you don’t. Again that strange motion, a feeling like shifting sand or a bag full of snakes all moving against your back. Like his body is more complicated than a normal body. You don’t allow yourself to process how you feel about that before you answer him. |
"I-- uh, okay. If you don’t, then, I guess I don’t either." |
He does owe you an apology. |
You think you hear him say something along the lines of, Glad to hear it, sweetheart, but you can’t be sure since by the time that reaches your ears something is already sliding up and around your hip and prodding under the waistband of the pants you’d just been so determined to keep on. |
These things are hot like skin that’s been sitting in the sun, but they’re not quite like skin, either. And they’re definitely not arms, that you know for sure. |
Except-- something plucks deftly at the button of your jeans and slides the zipper down the front like it’s nothing at all. Then it’s cupping you through your underwear and that definitely feels like the familiar press of four or five fingers. |
A second later, the appendage reaches further back to feel more of you. It’s moving like something wet, dripping and sticking a little to the fabric of your underwear and the skin of the insides of your thighs, but there’s no following feeling of reach from behind you, Venom’s body -- or is it Eddie’s? -- is still exac... |
You’re trying to wrap your head around that, the idea that it changes, when another of those sudden and mobile hands appears -- the first still very much inside your pants and very enthusiastically learning the terrain enclosed therein -- and yanks your jeans down off one hip. They jerk down the other hip too, the one ... |
You must gasp, because Venom is making that same deep growl-chuckle sound and saying, Just thought we’d give a helping hand. |
The seam of your jeans hadn’t been bad, but this is something else entirely -- undulating and attentive but not too mindful of your undergarments, as likely to rub you outside of them as to "accidentally" slide them aside for skin-to-skin contact. That is, if it’s skin at all. |
Is that enough? |
You choke on your own spit, nodding your head as Venom plucks away all the while, rocking your hips back and forth as easily as the appendages rock against you. |
Whatever makes him up spreads around the both of you, coming to cradle you and reinforce his motion. You would move back to show your enthusiasm, but you don’t really have the opportunity, with Venom enveloping and moving you like a doll with his whole body. |
It’s overwhelming and so, so warm, you realize as you squint up into the roof of the car and see the mist of your combined breath hanging like a cloud. Your breath and whatever it is that makes Venom move and grow and radiate heat like a tiger with a fever. |
It’s like he can tell your focus is wavering, though, because then he’s tapping your cheek with a glossy black finger and tracing it around your mouth, forward but patient. You open up, let it inside, and it tastes like pop rocks and gasoline and that’s about all you remember before coming in your pants so hard your ea... |
With the sudden quiet, it’s too easy to start drifting off right away. The feelings smear together -- the cold of the leather seat where it presses on the front of your right foot, the mind-numbing aftershocks of your orgasm steady as a heartbeat. |
Venom keeps rocking you against him, the motion more soothing than overstimulating. |
"Can I repay the favor?" You ask, through a dry mouth and rosy haze. You have no idea how you would, but it seems rude not to offer. |
There’s plenty of time for that. |
"I mean I don’t have to, if-- I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have--" |
You will. But for now, rest. Did good for us on such short notice like that. |
You feel like you should say something about it being for your benefit anyways, but you’re out like a light, passing into sleep and back out into morning light in what feels like an instant without so much as a foreboding dream or four A.M. piss. |
The windows are still foggy enough to make the car feel shaded and Eddie is still warm where his face is buried between your shoulder blades. |
The whole thing could be the leftovers of a dream you just woke up from except for the cool air hitting the skin just above your underwear, and the way it makes you realize your jeans are definitely unzipped. |
With none of the caution you had last night but twice the urgency, you reach down to put it back to rights. There, you think, like nothing happened. |
And maybe nothing did. Except that you don’t remember pulling your underwear or jeans back up after, now that you think about it. |
Behind you, Eddie grunts and squirms. Warm and steady and definitively one shape now. "Chilly," he mumbles. |
Of course, you hadn’t even noticed. The blanket fell off the both of you, kicked off onto the floor of the backseat sometime in the night. As though you don’t know exactly when. |
"Behind you," you mumble back to Eddie, and reach an arm over to try to get it. |
He shakes his head and scooches closer. "Don’t bother." |
Watch out! You might get what you're after |
Boom, babies! Strange but not a stranger |
I'm an or-di-na-ry guy |
Burning down the house |
-- "Burning Down the House," Talking Heads |
You manage to make it back on the road with minimal awkwardness due to mutual unspoken determination. The moment stretches between the two of you, tightening and expanding like silly-putty, soft and malleable in the morning sunlight, snapping back with the chill of the Michigan air. It’s tense, as if it could stretch t... |
"Well," Eddie claps his hand together when the moment seems as if its reached furthest breaking point. He’s unrealistically cheery for the time of morning it must be, a mask for the awkwardness you know he must be feeling. "Let’s gas up and get going." |
"Sure," you say, going along with the act, swinging your legs around sliding out of the back seat before getting in the front. "I’ll drive." Your hands need something to do, your brain needs something to concentrate on and the unending vastness of Route 24 seems as good as any distraction right now. Your hands instinct... |
Your next stop is St. Louis, which is about 8 hours away, but you plan to go via Indianapolis, a quick dip into Ohio from Toledo to a small town called Antwerp, and into Indiana. The ride passes in relative silence, the air stagnant between the two of you despite the breeze coming through the passenger side window. |
"Turn this up," Eddie says at one point, the first thing either of you have said since Eddie asked you to pull over so he could piss an hour or two back. The song playing now is one you don’t know but are enjoying the sound of, the smooth saxophone and crooning of the singer’s voice washing over you like a calm wave. "... |
"So..." you finally ask. It feels like the words are being dragged out of your throat like unwilling vomit, the kind when you’re hungover and you know it’ll make you feel better but you can’t stand the thought of actually puking. "So, uh. He in there right now?" |
"We’re always here," Eddie answers absentmindedly, fingers playing out on the windowsill, tapping out a rhythm you can’t make sense of; it doesn’t go with the song. He lifts a shoulder but doesn’t elaborate further. |
"If I put on metal or something, will he come out?" you ask, trying to put a light twist on a situation that decidedly shouldn’t feel this somber. The radio station is starting to get staticky and you need to change it anyway. It’s not |
but you can’t stop thinking about the way Venom had made you feel, and Eddie is sitting here talking to you like he’s not a fucking 10 and no one will look at him in the bar. |
"We don’t like metal," he says, and you wonder what the qualifier is to make him talk about Venom and himself as one. You don’t ask a follow-up question, you just fiddle with the dial until the radio comes back in clearer. |
You’re passing through Fort Wayne now, and ask Eddie if he’s hungry, but he declines. You shift your eyes over to look at him, and you can see the way his face scrunched up as he has an argument with his body’s other presence. |
"He want some food?" you ask, tentatively, but Eddie declines again, this time a bit more forcefully. You can picture Eddie sternly saying |
and wish you could hear it out loud. You’re curious as to the dynamic between the two of them. You shrug and look over, but Eddie is now intently studying a map, its edges already going soft from the amount of times you two have opened and closed it. By the end of this journey, it’ll nearly be torn at the seams. You sh... |
You reluctantly tear your eyes away from him; the stubble forming on his chin, the way his thumb brushes at his jaw and his teeth nip at the bottom left part of his lip while he thinks. |
Don’t shit where you eat! |
Eyes back on the road, you take in the wide fields around you, the greenery and farmland on either side. Well, you’re in Indiana now. |
"Hey, get off up here," Eddie says, pointing ahead. "Exit 245." |
"Oh, you’re hungry |
You roll your eyes but dutifully put on your right blinker and start changing lanes. "I think you’re just uncomfortable with how fast I drive." |
We want you safe. |
"We’re a little uncomfortable with it," says Eddie, "but you know, I got this special airbag unit personally attached to me at all times, and he cares about you, you know?" |
He deadpans, but internally your heart both swells with pride and contracts with hurt. Pride at both at getting Venom to speak, and the assertion that he – he cares about you. You note how he doesn’t say we, try to ignore it, gripping the wheel and asking Eddie where to go next. |
You follow his directions, wondering where the fuck you could possibly be going, until out of the corner of your eye you see a little green and white sign stuck in the grass on the side of the road. |
"World’s largest ball of paint?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. Eddie chuckles in that way that he does, the kind where he motions to cover his jaw but thinks better of it at the last moment. |
"Might as well see some attractions on this road trip, right?" |
Both eyebrows raise at that statement, but you shrug, assuming he must have some sort of good reason for wanting to take you here. |
He doesn’t seem to, though, when he opens his phone and calls to see if they have "room to squeeze in him and his partner who are on their honeymoon road trip," and leads you into the garage by the hand. You remain largely silent and flabbergasted the entire time, painting a layer of paint on the ball alongside him and... |
"Ahhh, that’s a good one," he says, pointing at his phone’s screen, knocking into it with the pads of his fingers. "I’m printing that one out." |
"Yeah? Adding it to your spank bank?" You know it’s a low blow, but you can’t deny that you’re mildly annoyed at one of them jerking you off and then disappearing. |
haven’t done that since senior year of high school, also in a car. |
"Tucking a picture of my sweetheart in my wallet, more like," he says, one side of his mouth curving up in a half-smile. |
You don’t even |
him, but you’re more than certain that he will be the death of you. Or one of them will be. When you get back to the car, which is pointedly parked on the side of a random bit of road away from prying eyes, he motions that he’ll drive and you saunter around to the passenger side door, wondering what the fuck that whole... |
But it’s not Eddie’s coy smile and handsome face that greet you. In his place is a mammoth figure, oily and jet black, sitting in the driver’s seat like it’s the most natural thing in the world. |
You can’t help the startled noise that jumps from your mouth. |
"You!" you say, accusatory, but he just smiles. All those rows of razor sharp teeth, rough tongue snaking out between them, a bit of spittle flying out are glistening in the setting sun. You’ve never seen all of him before, weren’t even aware that he had a full form like that, but he sure does. Humanoid in appearance, ... |
"Where’s Eddie?" you ask, thinking back to the way he had called you his partner, his |
for fucks sake; the way he had taken your hand and giggled smiled real nice to the kind family who’s garage you were in. |
Venom doesn’t answer, just leans over the console to trail a finger up your cheek, lecherous grin on his face. |
What do you say we commemorate this landmark? |
Oh, he wants to play this game? Fine. Two can play at that. |
"Commemorate how?" |
You come every time we pass something important? |
"A ball of paint is important?" You laugh, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a nice swell of warmth in your groin, thinking back to the way Venom had gotten you off in the car just the night before, all heat and shifting black tar and moving |
Important enough, |
he says, stupid grin still on his face as he moves toward you. |
Your body feels like it’s on autopilot as you comply, reaching down to lean the seat back and pulling down your pants and underwear with them. Your shirt stays on, boots still on your feet signaling what you’re sure Venom already knows: quick and dirty. |
You lean your arms over the seat and look over at him, a pout on your face. "Hm?" |
"Uh-huh," your breath hitches and you feel like the fast food shit you’ve just eaten is coming straight back up your esophagus. Now is |
the fucking time for acid reflux. |
You’ve gotten your ass eaten before, depending on who’s doing it it can be a pretty damn pleasurable experience. As you feel the wind from the cracked window ghost over your bare ass, making you instinctually clench as you listen to the dulcet tones of Van Halen in the background, you feel that this particular rim job ... |
since that night in Canada when you first saw it come out as that black shape swung at the douchebags. |
he muses, and for the smallest of moments, you’re actually worried that he might eat you, but you remember Eddie’s voice saying "he tries to do things he thinks I’d like," and you’re pretty sure Eddie at least doesn’t hate you. You’re still not quite sure why the man had agreed to get in this car and drive with you for... |
The first hint of |
hits your ass cheeks and you shiver without meaning to. Venom’s tongue slowly licks up, scratchy and rough in a way you hadn’t quite expected. You’d seen all the cilia-like papillae, so much longer and |
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