WE Are (Veddie)

Sexy Time

“Fuck...” Eddie hisses through a hitched breath when she feels that one sneaky tendril of his – that’s been spiralling and squeezing its way up her left thigh – suddenly slipping between both her thighs. “I didn’t say you could join in yet.” She manages to slip out through gritted teeth just as the small tip of his tendril slips over her c**t (already throbbing almost unbearably.)

Venom’s little scoff rings in her mind before his words follow. ‘You thought it. That’s good enough for a symbiote and their host. Ordinarily, you humans need verbal consent, of course... but even so, you aren’t exactly stopping me...’ He tries not to sound too smug, because he knows she knows he would stop if she asked him to... and yet, she still isn’t doing that.

Eddie glares at the tiled wall, head leaned half under the warm spray of water. She would come up with a witty or smart comeback... if she wasn’t currently trying keep her knees from buckling. She knows he would probably catch her anyway, it’s more a reflex thing... not at all about pride... “You fucker...” She hisses out as he rubs a little faster, a little harder over her clit... OK, so maybe a little bit about pride (because the smug asshole knows just when, where and how to touch her...)

Like he so often does when she lets him see her like this; lets him feel her like this, Venom’s thoughts drift back to the particular desire of running his tongue over every inch of her body... inside and outside... just to taste her, just to feel her writhe beneath his attention... just to make her feel good.

However, they have only been together for just coming up to 2 years – though, it seems like forever; feels like he’s known her since he first hatched.

Venom wants to fulfil his promise to Eddie; to his love – he wants to “court” her, and take her dancing, and take her out to a fancy restaurant, or for a simple picnic in a park or a field somewhere, or even for a moonlit walk by some open water wherever... just like they do on all of those cheesy romantic movies he watches every night while Eddie sleeps soundly (well, mostly, anyway – save the odd nightmare every so often.)

A loud knock on their front door is enough to pull Venom from his thoughts. Though, he has no intention of answering it; no intention of stopping what he’s doing right now... well, that’s only if he somehow gets his own way if Eddie hears. He purrs loudly in her mind, hopes to shut out any other interrupting sounds. Her legs are a wobbling mess, and he steadies them with two more tendrils. A third tendril slides over her lovely pink hole, but Venom is then growling in fury when the knocking quickly turns into banging – but mainly because Eddie is swallowing that pretty moan of hers instead of letting him hear it... because she’s finally noticed!

Ugh!

“Eddie! Open the fuckin’ door!”

Venom really wishes he could kill Patrick...

Ugh!

“I know you heard him before me.”

Venom ignores her little smirk, but seeps slowly (reluctantly) back into her skin. ‘He was spoiling the sexy time... and now, he really has spoiled it.’

“Eddie! Please! Open the door! I think I may be in trouble here!”

Eddie shakes her head, rolls her eyes at both her other half and the man helplessly pawing down her door. She quickly turns the shower off and steps out to grab her towel. “Go open the door before he has a fuckin’ panic attack.” She hears him huff and grumble in her mind before his adorable big old noodle-head comes seeping out of her left shoulder. “Be nice, V.” She says, her tone playfully scolding.

Venom huffs again, but nods. “Keep the door closed.” He grumbles before shutting the door behind him, his form seeping through the wood as he floats over to the door.

Eddie can’t help smirking to herself as she dries herself off and wraps the towel around her. She walks out to see Patrick staggering in, half covered in blood as Venom shuts the door and stares curiously at the Detective.

Patrick walks straight up to Eddie, eyes slightly wild with excitement and somehow also slightly fearful. He looks like he’s tripping a little. “I just ate three evil mutants...” He states, open palms held up for emphasis.

“OK...” Eddie stares curiously at him, slowly narrows her eyes at him as he then proceeds to nod back and smile happily back at her. “Are you... high?”

“It’s definitely a possibility, yeah.” Patrick nods. “Tox said the phenethylamine in mutant brains is like eighty percent pure.”

“See, Eddie? That’s how you pronounce it!” Venom tells her, sounds overly exasperated.

Eddie simply rolls her eyes back at him.

“Honestly? I haven’t felt so carefree since I was a damn kid.” Patrick says, clearly very dazed, but obviously very happy to be.

“So, what? Mutants are like meth for symbiotes?” Eddie almost snorts at the actual hilarity of that.

Fuck her life, it really is like a f*****g comic book!

“Uh, I’d say, more like a mix of weed and mushrooms... or maybe LSD... trippy, but without all the bad shit...” Patrick chimes in all too casually.

Eddie purses her lips, is both amused and surprised. “Excuse me, Detective –“ She arches a brow, shoots him a pointed look. ”– exactly how do you know what those drugs feel like?”

Patrick leans in close to her, taps a finger to his nose as he whispers, “Why do you think my mother sent me to boardin’ school? I was a little s**t of a person until I joined the police academy.”

“OK, but... you said you think you might be in trouble...?” Eddie asks, “Is Toxin OK?”

“He’s fine. He’s trippin’ balls twice as much as me right now. My God, Eddie, I know as a cop that I should be the last person to advocate violence, but... you ever meet an evil mutant, you let Venom eat them. Best thing you’ll ever do, I’m tellin’ you.”

“This is SO unfair! We had the chance to do just that!” Venom snaps, though, he sounds audibly distraught.

Eddie shakes her head, rolls her eyes and lets out a deep sigh. One i***t at a time, she thinks. “Sit down before you fall down.”

“OK!” Patrick chirps, instantly marches over to the couch and takes a seat. “You guys got a beer, or somethin’? Just to take the edge off, y’know?” He adds with a sheepish smile, “Uh, please...?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie chuckles, nods. “Brandy OK? We’re out of whiskey right now. Anne came over last night and I’m still now only piecin’ together what even happened. The woman is half Irish and half hippie and drinks like a damn sailor.”

Patrick smiles at her adorably scrunched up face of annoyance. “Yeah. Perfect...” He feels his cheeks heating as she smirks rather amusedly at him... also notices Venom’s eyes narrowing in on him. “The brandy, I mean...”

Eddie spares a quick glance at Venom when she feels his clear jealousy through their bond. She smirks to herself as she turns towards her bedroom. “I’m gonna get dressed. V, be a sweetheart and bring our guests their brandy?”

‘I’m not jealous...’ Venom grumbles, feels like he has to clarify... even though he knows she’s teasing him... stupid Eddie!

Venom is glaring after her for a moment... until he’s not, because he’s then glaring at Patrick again, because the Detective is staring right at Eddie’s lovely backside. The audacity of the man to have his head tilted to get a better look!

“Enjoy the view while you can, because that is the limit of what you will ever see!” Venom tries to sound less threatening, more promising.

Patrick’s head snaps instantly straight again, eyes wide in mortification at having been caught.

“Yes, Patty, because you were very subtle about it.” Venom snipes snootily out.

He scoffs at his all too loud and chaotically moving thoughts. He’s still also a little jealous of both Toxin and Patrick right now, because HE wants to share with Eddie what looks like a VERY good time...

He’ll just have to slowly persuade her...

Toxin’s littlest noodle-head comes spiralling out of Patrick’s left thigh. He floats rather languidly, more than usual. He stares curiously between Patrick and Venom before just as curiously asking, “Why do you only have to have just one mate? Is sharing... not... a thing?”

“I mean... some people do actually do that kinda thing...” Patrick’s eyes widen as Venom’s narrow back at him. “But that’s NOT what’s goin’ on here, Tox.” He quickly adds, smiles sheepishly at Venom when he only rolls his eyes.

“Eddie is mine, and mine only.” Venom half calmly tells the young symbiote and half pointedly tells the Detective.

“Right. No. Yeah. I mean... yeah. Exactly.” Patrick adds, nods eagerly (in terror) along with Venom. “That’s exactly what I was gonna say next.”

Venom scowls at the man’s jittery form. “Is your eye twitching?”

“Yep. Mmhm.” Patrick nods, smiles pleasantly, clearly too high too care about... well, anything at all, really.

Venom huffs, mostly sounds defeated as he floats over to the kitchen to fetch that brandy. The i***t clearly needs it right now. Stupid Patty...... and stupid Eddie, of course!

In her bedroom, Eddie is smirking more smugly to herself, having listened to every word. She also heard most of Venom’s begrudging thoughts (because he’s not exactly “subtle” when he’s more focused on being... well, a prissy little bitch.)

‘That’s it! No sexy time for a whole month!’ Venom snaps at her, glares into the glass as he pours the brandy into it. He then, smugly adds, ‘I am withholding the D from you, Eddie! Anne told me I deserved to be appreciated, and she’s right!’

Finally, she ditches her towel into her laundry hamper. ‘Not jealous, huh, babe?’ She tries to sound casual and serious, but only ends up (by default) sounding teasingly sarcastic instead.

‘I’m NOT jealous!’ Venom huffs to calm himself as he grabs a couple of ice cubes from the freezer.

Eddie scoffs as she pulls on a rare clean pair of panties and bra. ‘As if you would ever last a month without my ass. You’re obsessed with my ass, remember?’ She’s totally very smug as she hauls on a pair of jeans and the least wrinkled t-shirt she can find – ah, her old Black Sabbath one should do it (an old favourite of hers, and V’s.)

‘I absolutely can.’ Venom sounds more determined than he feels, just hopes she doesn’t feel it, too. He floats over to the Detective, hands the gratefully smiling man his drink just as Eddie finally joins them again.

“So, what’s the trouble part in all of this?” Eddie finally asks again, perches on the coffee table, opposite the other alien host.

He’s still clearly off his f*****g face here, along with the adorably wobbling floating head of Toxin. However, she hopes to try to get even just a slither of sense out of either of them.

“Hopes” being the key word here...

“Oh, right, yeah, that.” Patrick takes a few gulps of the brandy before all too casually stating, “I thought Magento was the self righteous asshole, turns out, Charles Xavier is even more of a head case. He’s the one who sent the mutants to ‘round me up’ and lock me away for good. Obviously, Tox wasn’t gonna let that happen, and I also didn’t feel like that was a viable option for us, so... yeah... one thing led to another... I guess, technically, they weren’t really evil mutants... per... say...”

He smiles sheepishly, quickly clears his throat when she smirks amusedly at him again.

Meh, he doesn’t even care right now...

At least he and Toxin are safe (for now...) – that’s the only thing he does care about.

He’ll care when he’s in his right mind again...

But until then...

‘Yes, until then. Hush, Pac. Don’t spoil the buzz, my dear bear. Let us just enjoy it while it still lasts.’

Patrick smiles inwardly; smiles at the endearment; smiles because the sweet symbiote only uses the nickname “dear bear” when he wants to calm Patrick; knows that Toxin knows it’s just what his sweet old mother used to do (even up until her last days on her deathbed, it even being the last two words she ever uttered...)

“Mutant leaders aren’t all that different from human leaders.” Patrick then states rather thoughtfully (his and Toxin’s mind both swirling so wonderfully together) as he takes another gulp of the brandy. He now feels a little calmer, feels Toxin is a little calmer, too... which just calms him even more.

Eddie scoffs, is highly amused as she chirps out, “Don’t let Magneto hear you say s**t like that. The snotty old male crone – who is surprisingly very camp – is also very adamant that mutants are better than humans... Which, yeah, sure. But only physically. Half of them are OK as genuine beings, and the other half are complete evil dickbags, or just absolutely useless morons... Sounds just like the human race to me.”

The Detective is so blasé about the entire thing, clearly because of his lovely little high... lucky asshole. But at least he’s starting to make a little more sense now, Eddie rather happily thinks.

“How would we know, Eddie?” Venom, however, scoffs out, clearly very unimpressed as he adds, “Literally all of the mutants we’ve ever met are complete evil dickbags AND absolutely useless morons! We LITERALLY had multiple chances to eat brains, get high, eat more brains because of the inevitable munchies, and rid the world of evil assholes, who have NO regard for REAL fashion, all at the same time!”

“V, babe, ONE fuckin’ nut job at a time here, PLEASE!” Eddie snaps back at him, shoots him a very clearly pointed glare.

Venom only huffs his usual petulant huff, glares back at her, but keeps quiet... for now.

“The munchies really are bad, though... You got any chocolate?” Patrick pipes up into the rather frosty silence that follows.

“Oh, Jesus.” Eddie sighs, stares hopelessly up at her ceiling and mutters out, “I’m gonna be playin’ this fun little game of out detecting a high as f**k detective all night long.”

‘Maybe next time, you will listen to me and just not open the front door...’ Comes Venom’s all too smug tone rumbling low in her mind.

Eddie slowly closes her eyes and simply tries not to lose the will to live.