Hi everyone! Ok so Big Bad Black Ooze wrote this story and posted it on Tumblr. I loved it so much and wanted to share it with you!:D
*Eddie Brock/Venom, Spider-Man, symbiote are all owned by Marvel. I claim no rights to their likeness.
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The Bonding (Retold) Pt. 1
Eddie reached the church alter, sorrow drawn upon his face with hints of a particular resolve. He kneeled before the statue of the Virgin, pleading for forgiveness for the act he was about to commit. Eddie stood back up and removed the sidearm from his back pocket and laid it upon the pew behind him to his left. He removed his well worn black leather jacket, revealing a dingy yellowing tank top stained with the sweat of countless hours of pumping iron. Eddie removed the tank top, unzipped and dropped his jeans and wearing briefs, stripped his socks off and folded it all and lain it to the pew behind himself to the right.
There, bared before the holy idol, Eddie stood naked, two-hundred and twenty pounds of raw and painstakingly wrought muscle standing about six feet three inches. He store back to the entrance of the church and locked the tall oak doors. On his way back to the alter he dislodged the basin of holy water and carried it back in both hands. As he stood in front of the Virgin, he raised the basin to just above his chest and slowly let the water cascade down his muscular form.
The water trickled down his full rounded pectorals, washing over his tight and well cut abdominal muscles. Working its way down his navel, the blessed liquid split ways down his massively tightened quadriceps, winding around and down the length of his bulging calve muscles and finally pooling at his strong size twelve feet. Water washed over his traps and cascaded over the valleys of his carved back muscles fell from his high and tight glutes. Pouring over his muscular arms, their vascular form guided the flow of the precious fluid straight to the elbows where it then streamed down to the floor. Lastly, Eddie deluged his head in the last of the basin's contents. Running his hands through his hair, he pulled his neck length hair back and wrung the water from it. Reaching back for the weapon on his left side, Eddie's gaze never falls from the Virgin, he raises the gun to his temple looking onward with piercing blue eyes that within hold a dark, debilitating fear. Eddie dropped helplessly to his knees, tears welling in his eyes mixing with the holy water trickling down from his scalp, he mutters, "Forgive me."