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“Do you mind cooking tonight?” Eddie asks quietly as he trudges down the street toward his apartment. “I’m beat.” He shifts the two shopping bags in his hands as the weight of them starts to make his fingers hurt. The shop he’s found here in Chicago isn’t as close to his apartment as Mrs. Chen’s was to his place in San Francisco, but he makes do.
He still misses Mrs. Chen’s bodega sometimes, but he knows he can’t go back to San Francisco after the mess caused by the whole Carnage situation. Even here, he has to keep a low profile.
No problem, Venom answers cheerfully in his head. I will make the most delicious meal!
Eddie wouldn’t bet on that, but he’s too tired to bother doing it himself, and he can’t deny that it’s nice to have someone around willing to do it for him, so he figures he can’t complain.
“Thanks,” he says.
He and Venom had some bumps in their relationship at first, but they’ve settled into a reasonably comfortable compromise where Venom gets to be the Lethal Protector and eat a few heads as long as they’re bad enough people and he does it subtly enough that Eddie can keep his head down and not get linked to any mysterious disappearances.
Venom didn’t realize how much being starved of phenethylamine was affecting his mood, but now that Eddie is finally letting him get enough, he has found himself feeling better than he ever had since he got to Earth. It has evened him out a little, made him less angry.
It has allowed them to grow close over the last couple months since they fled San Francisco. Eddie didn’t know at first what to do with the knowledge that Venom loved him, but he has realized since then that he loves Venom, too. It’s an odd sort of relationship, but it works for both of them, and that’s what matters.
Venom is listing off what seems to Eddie a random assortment of ingredients that he intends to make dinner with, and Eddie’s trying not to think too hard about what that’s going to end up like as he finally reaches his apartment.
“Just remember,” he cuts in as he jiggles his key in the sticky lock of his apartment door, “I can’t eat 5 pounds of food.”
Leftovers! Venom declares.
Eddie steps inside and closes the door behind him, and immediately drops both shopping bags as a sharp spike of sound slices through the previously quiet apartment. Inside him, Venom screams in pain, and Eddie drops to his knees, putting his hands over his ears, though it doesn’t help at all.
“Venom,” he manages to get out as he feels the symbiote writhe and thrash inside of him. Venom doesn’t respond, too encased in the agony of the high-pitched tone ripping through him. It’ll kill him if it continues.
Venom feels himself being forced from Eddie’s body, and he roars again at the pain, but there’s nothing he can do. He separates from Eddie violently, getting flung forward as Eddie is pushed back, his head striking the door behind him hard. Eddie slumps to the floor, unconscious, as Venom quivers in a puddle on the floor. The sound stops almost immediately, but Venom doesn’t have the strength to crawl back to Eddie before something metal grabs the bulk of his form and peels him off the floor. Venom wiggles weakly and tries to escape, but quickly finds himself enclosed in a small container.
He tries to shake off the effects of the tone and crawls quickly around the inside of his new prison, trying to find a gap or a weakness; he has to get back to Eddie. This situation is not looking good. But he recognizes it quickly as one of the same prisons that held him in captivity in the Life Foundation lab for months. He growls to himself. There’s no getting out of this one.
“That was easier than I thought,” says one of the Life Foundation agents, tipping the glass cylinder side to side and watching the weakened alien inside slosh back and forth a little. “Drug the guy, we don’t want him waking up mid-trip.”
*****
A couple car rides, one plane trip, and a lot of jostling later, Venom finds himself back in the Life Foundation lab, and he feels himself practically vibrating with an uncomfortable mix of anger and anxiety. At least they never took him far from Eddie, and he has kept part of his attention on his human the whole time, making sure they don’t hurt him.
Eddie has been unconscious for hours, and the goons who brought them in heft him up onto a table in the glass-walled room next to the one they left Venom in, and they run a couple straps over his legs and chest and cinch them down tight before they turn and leave.
Venom, unable to do much of anything, settles into a puddle at the bottom of his container and simply focuses on the rise and fall of Eddie’s chest. They didn’t kill him, which Venom is glad for, but he can’t help but feel that there might be something even worse planned for the two of them.
It’s not long before a lone person approaches the room Eddie is in, and the door slides open and lets him in. Venom starts crawling back and forth in his tube in agitation. It’s Carlton Drake. He thought they had killed the bastard, but here he is, walking and breathing when there’s no way he should be.
He steps up to Eddie, pulls the cap off of a syringe in his hand, and injects something into Eddie’s arm. Venom wishes he could roar in this form. He doesn’t know what he has planned, but he doesn’t have a good feeling about it.
Eddie moans quietly as he gradually regains consciousness. He blinks against the bright lights around him, and turns his head slowly, unsure where he is. The room he’s in is glass, and he can see lab benches outside, and his stomach twists. This is a lot more familiar than he’d like it to be.
He freezes as he turns his head the other way and sees the man standing next to him.
“…Drake?” Eddie is slurring a little, his head still spinning. He’s not quite sure if he’s hallucinating or not. Drake shouldn’t be alive.
“Good job, Brock,” Drake says condescendingly. “You’re not completely stupid.”
Eddie groans. “Hard not to recognize the asshole who tried to end the world. Were you so evil that even Hell couldn’t stand to have you around?”
Drake fakes a laugh, then leans down to look in Eddie’s face. “I think you’ll find I’m not nearly so bad as my friend…”
“Mmh?” Eddie’s still trying to clear his head. “Let me guess, Riot survived too.”
“Right again.” Drake smiles down at him, but like his laugh, it feels fake. “And he wants to put on a little show for a mutual friend.”
Eddie blinks up at him foggily, not quite sure what he means. Drake straightens up, steps aside, and motions toward the side of the room. Eddie focuses his eyes in that direction, and sees Venom crawling desperately back and forth in a glass tube in the next room over.
“Venom!” He calls, only now collecting himself enough to realize how quiet it is inside his head. He glances back at Drake, but in his place now stands the monstrous Riot, grinning down at him cruelly. Eddie suddenly feels a little cold.
“Still as ugly as ever, I see,” Eddie says, trying to cover his fear.
Riot’s grin only widens. “I’ll show you ugly.”
“I bet you will,” Eddie says, even as he has no idea what Riot means.
Before Eddie can say more, Riot reaches toward him and with a couple quick motions, the straps across Eddie’s chest and legs loosen and release. Eddie is frozen for a moment, looking up at the towering monster above him. He’s pretty sure trying to escape isn’t going to work. He sits up cautiously, unsure what to expect.
Riot suddenly grabs the back of his neck in his large, clawed hand, and yanks him off the table. “Venom deserted his post for you, so you get to pay the price.” He brings Eddie around to the other side of the table and forces him down on it again, his chest pressed against the cold metal, his hips slamming into the edge, his knee knocking into the pole that holds it up.
Riot’s hand shifts up to Eddie’s head, and he grips it easily and forces it up to face Venom straight in front of him. “He just gets to watch,” Riot says in a low hiss, leaning down right next to Eddie’s ear.
Eddie’s hands grip desperately at Riot’s wrist and fingers, trying to loosen the painful grip on his skull. The bad feeling he already had in his gut is quickly growing.
“What do you-“ Eddie starts to ask, but his words are cut off as Riot’s other hand grips the back of Eddie’s shirt and quickly tears through it, ripping all the way down to the bottom of it. Scraps fall around Eddie as Riot continues tearing, ripping messily down one sleeve and then the other before he yanks the remains of Eddie’s shirt out from under him, then starts on Eddie’s trousers.
“Wait,” Eddie says weakly. “No-“
Riot shreds Eddie’s trousers and boxers next, and tears start to rise in Eddie’s eyes as his body trembles in fear. He kicks and struggles, but he’s helpless to wriggle out of the alien’s grasp.
Riot is still holding his head in a firm grip, forcing him to stare straight ahead toward Venom, who is crawling desperately this way and that in his container, unable to help Eddie as the other alien finishes stripping the last of his clothes off.
Riot leans down over Eddie again, his body heat radiating off of him onto Eddie’s skin. “This isn’t even half of what you deserve,” he snarls in his ear.
Riot shifts a little over Eddie, and Eddie feels something hot and thick slide between his bare thighs, and his blood runs cold in his veins. He stutters weakly, his mind going blank as the true reality of the situation hits him hard.
Riot rolls his hips, sliding his cock back and forth between Eddie’s thighs, letting him feel the sheer size of it. He grins down at his victim as Eddie struggles again with a little whimper. The fear has torn Eddie’s snarky streak right out of him.
Eddie jerks as Riot’s hand comes to rest on his ass, fingers venturing to his crack and sliding up and down it slowly.
“No,” Eddie manages in a whimper, wriggling helplessly again. “Don’t do this.”
He shuts his mouth to hold back another whimper as one of Riot’s sharp claws finds his hole and presses at it experimentally. A tear streaks down Eddie’s face as he stares ahead at Venom, wishing with every atom in his body that his symbiote could escape and save him from this.
He gasps as the claw pushes its way into his ass, and he instantly forces his body still, afraid the alien will puncture him. Even his finger is big, and Eddie squeezes his eyes shut at the pain. He is not prepared for this.
Riot doesn’t speak as he thrusts his finger slowly in and out of Eddie’s ass, but a thick drip of warm saliva falls onto Eddie’s lower back, and Eddie shudders.
Riot’s hips have continued moving slowly forward and back, the heat of the protrusion between Eddie’s thighs practically burning him. It feels thick and veiny, and Eddie knows this is going to be awful.
Riot finally lets go of Eddie’s head, and Eddie droops over the side of the table, shaking weakly. Riot is hardly restraining him now, but he knows he has no chance at escaping.
Both huge hands come to rest on his ass now, and Riot pulls his cheeks open a moment before a large gob of spit hits Eddie’s ass and rolls slowly down his crack, coating his hole and continuing down his balls.
Eddie’s breath catches in his throat as Riot’s slow forward-and-back motions stop, and he pulls his cock slowly out from between his legs. Eddie knows exactly where it’s going next, and he knows he won’t be able to handle it.
It’s not that he hasn’t taken a symbiote’s cock before; he and Venom have had sex, but Venom is always relatively gentle with him, mostly fucking him with smaller tentacles, and only getting his cock involved when Eddie is prepared and well-stretched. Eddie knows Riot is not going to show him any of that gentleness.
“Wait,” Eddie begs as he feels the thick, hot tip come to rest against his ass, sliding against the slickness of Riot’s spit. He almost tells Riot that’s going to kill him, but, he realizes, maybe that’s Riot’s goal. He’s sure it won’t stop him either way.
Riot presses forward and Eddie chokes on a sob of fear. The symbiote’s hands spread Eddie wider as he presses harder. Eddie doesn’t dare look over his shoulder to see, but the monster’s cock feels larger than what Venom has ever fucked him with.
The pressure grows and grows, and Eddie groans at the pain, trying to keep himself clenched. Riot’s cock is big and blunt enough that maybe he won’t be able to get in…
Eddie is very wrong, and a scream tears out of his chest as Riot gives a hard thrust forward and forces himself into Eddie’s ass. The thick intrusion tears Eddie’s hole immediately, and tears stream down his face as another cry of agony bursts out of him. He grips the edge of the table in front of him with white knuckles and tries to rear up as the pain stabs through his body.
Riot lets go of his ass and plants one hand in the middle of his back, shoving him back down onto the table as his other wraps easily around Eddie’s bicep and holds him in place.
“Please!” Eddie manages to get out between sobs. “Please! Stop!”
Riot is already pretty deep in him, but the symbiote meets another bit of resistance inside of Eddie, his cock shoving against the back of Eddie’s rectum. Eddie sobs helplessly.
Riot grins, baring all of his teeth, then gives another hard thrust to force himself past the resistance. Eddie feels another sharp pain and his organs shift and rearrange as the rest of Riot’s cock sinks deep into him. It’s thicker at the base and his hole tears even wider as Riot settles into him. Eddie’s screams seem to echo around the small room.
The pressure in his gut makes him feel crushed inside. Riot’s hand is still pressing down hard on his back, making him feel every inch of the massive cock even more clearly as it is squeezed between the bulk of his body and the table he’s being pressed down onto. His whole abdomen feels stuffed to its limit. Eddie feels like he’s going to vomit.
Still holding him down hard, Riot pulls slowly back, relieving the pressure in Eddie’s gut, then rams forward again, the force of it slamming Eddie’s hips hard into the side of the table and pushing another scream out of him. He holds himself deep inside and leans over Eddie as Eddie gasps in shallow, raspy, pained breaths.
“Look at Venom,” Riot orders, and Eddie reluctantly peels his eyes open and lifts his head toward his trapped symbiote. Venom is writhing in the confines of the cylinder in a way Eddie can only interpret as agitation and anger.
“This is your fault, Eddie. You brought this down on both of your heads.” Riot then pulls slowly back again, letting him take a deep breath as the pressure inside releases a little.
Eddie expects that Riot is going to pound him hard, and he fills his lungs as much as he can, trying to prepare himself. But instead, Riot pushes back in nearly as slowly as he pulled out. It’s not gentle and it’s not pleasant, but as he sets up a steady rhythm, at least it allows Eddie to take breaths between each thrust.
He bites his lip and fills his lungs every time Riot pulls back, and can’t help but cry out in pain with each thrust back into his body. He feels so full, he doesn’t know how his body is taking this, and he wonders in the back of his mind how much internal bleeding he’s going to have to deal with.
Riot moves the hand on Eddie’s back and grips his other bicep, still holding him pinned down, but now no longer crushing his lungs. Tears continue running down Eddie’s cheeks as Riot fucks him seemingly endlessly. He can’t escape, he can hardly struggle. He’s forced to simply take the massive cock again and again, and the pain is so bad that he honestly doesn’t know if he’s going to survive this.
Riot leans forward again and his tongue slides up Eddie’s spine. Eddie shudders in disgust, but the sensation is forgotten as Riot thrusts into his ass again, and Eddie screams weakly.
“Have I made my point clear?” The symbiote’s voice rumbles above Eddie.
Eddie nods desperately. “Yes,” he croaks out, hardly able to control his voice well enough as Riot pushes into him again at the same time as he says the word.
“Good.” The thrusts stop, and Eddie takes a shaky breath.
Still gripping his biceps, Riot slowly pulls out, releasing Eddie only once once his cock is free of his body. He takes a step back and watches with satisfaction as Eddie cries quietly in pain and humiliation on the table. Blood trickles slowly down Eddie’s leg.
No longer being held in place, Eddie slides backward off the table. He can hardly feel his legs, though, and they do nothing to catch him as he falls to the floor with a pained yell. He curls up on his side quickly, shaking in pain and fear, terrified of what Riot is going to do to him next.
Eddie lifts his head only when he hears Riot’s footsteps retreat, and he watches the monster walk out of the room.
Eddie looks to the door as it closes behind Riot, and he considers making a run for it. He can’t leave Venom behind, but maybe he can hide somewhere and get to Venom later. Through the glass walls of the room, he sees Riot turn into the very next room and approach the cylinder that Venom is imprisoned in. The monster’s cock is gone, but Eddie can see a smear of his blood on Riot’s groin.
Eddie tries to stand quickly while Riot is distracted, but he falls to the floor again, and lets out a sob. The pain is still so bad he can hardly control his legs, and he scoots backward instead, dragging himself painfully to the corner of the room. He doesn’t know what else to do, so he presses himself into the corner and curls up fearfully, crying quietly to himself.
In the next room over, Riot quickly opens the tube that his once-loyal soldier is contained in. Venom surges out, his anger apparent without even having to communicate with him, but before he can get far, Riot snatches him in his claws. He quickly merges his hand into the other symbiote, creating the mental bond of their species’ hive mind.
Riot can feel that Venom wants nothing more than to escape and get back to his host, but as they merge, Venom pauses his motions, settling a little bit back into the bottom of the tube.
What the FUCK, Venom snarls at Riot through their mental bond.
You deserved that, Riot answers. You abandoned your duty and betrayed me and our mission, then tried to kill me. This is only a fraction of the punishment I should be dealing you.
Black tentacles start to crawl furiously around Riot’s arm. Fine, but punish me. Leave Eddie out of this. Venom is doing nothing to hide the pain he feels for his host cowering in the next room over.
No, Riot responds. He deserves this too. Carlton is just as hurt as I am, and he wants to see Eddie suffer. Who am I to deny him that? Outside of their mental bond, Riot grins.
Venom directs his senses back toward Eddie for a brief moment. He can practically feel his pain and fear. If he could just bond with Eddie again, he knows he could fix it all.
Brock has made you weak, Riot sneers. He has infected your mind with pointless ideals. Abandon this host, and I will give you one last chance to fix what you ruined. We need to finish the plan, Venom.
No, Venom snarls. I will never cooperate with assholes like you again.
Then your precious Eddie will die, Riot growls, and before Venom can answer, he breaks the bond between them and snaps the container shut again, locking Venom inside once more.