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Chapter 10: Cold Chance

Peter started awake with a gasp, his breath coming in quick pants on the cool air as he stared up at the ceiling above him, disoriented. He was scared, his heart racing in his chest, and he didn't know why. Then he remembered where he was and, groaning miserably, rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head. He really, really didn't want to deal with this situation right now, stuck in this cement corpse of a building with an alien who only seemed to want to fuck him, so he tried to ignore it. He closed his eyes and just tried to black his mind, tried to think of absolutely nothing so he wouldn't have to worry or be scared… and when that didn't work he settled for just hiding under the warmth of the blanket and pretending to be asleep. The trouble was he had never been good at the waiting game and patience definitely wasn't high on his list of virtues.

Ohhhh this sucks, sucks, sucks, suuuucks. The brunet groaned again, clutching the blanket around his head. He couldn't just lay here. It was getting him absolutely nowhere. And really you can only hide from reality for so long. The teen sighed again and stealing himself for another stressful day, peaked out from under the blankets to peer around the room. It was quiet. All he could see were the two doors – one he knew would lead to the bathroom and one to the outside world – and nothing in-between.

"Venom?" Peter said, sitting up a bit, the blanket sliding down around his shoulders as he looked around.

No one answered.

"Venom?" he tried calling out again to see if the alien was hiding in the shadows. "Venom are you there? Please come out." The words tasted bitter in the boy's mouth, but he had to know if the creature was watching him or not.

Still only silence answered his call. The emptiness was eerie. Peter almost found himself wishing Venom was with him just for the company. Almost.

The brunet sat there a few more minutes, waiting just to be sure. Still not a sound. Not even a hint of a presence. No way the alien would have been able to resist being asked so nicely to come out. The creature had to be gone.

"Alright," Peter clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly, the friction making a little heat in the cool air of the room. Time to get down to business, he thought and was surprised to find himself grinning. This was the first break he had gotten and he wasn't going to waste it.

Without a second thought, the boy scrambled out of the cot ignoring his aches and pains only to hop back into the little bed with a startled yelp. The cement floor was COLD! Really, really cold. He sighed rubbing the warmth back into his feet. Perfect. This is just what I need. He had been so single minded he must have not noticed the cold before. I guess getting raped will do that to you, the teen mentally grumbled, a shiver running through his whole body. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders, huddling under the cloth. Shit it was cold. It must be night or something. This spring had been a little on the chilly side.

Peter sighed, a little pissed at this new development, but took the extra time to look a little closer at his surroundings as he warmed up again. There really wasn't much to look at. The only thing that wasn't a cement wall or a door was the small pile of hopelessly tattered clothes that had been his lying under a dark rust colored stain on the wall to his left. That must have been where I was webbed earlier. He filched at the thought, shielding away from the memories of what the alien had done to him. It hurt just to think of it. Instead he focused on the rest of the room. From where he sat on the cot, which was positioned against another blank cement wall, there was a door right in front of him that he knew led to the bathroom and the other door, the one to the outside, was to his right. There was a single strip of florescent lights above him and… that was it. Just a cold, miserable little room. A prison. A prison he had to get out of. But how?

Peter took one more glance around, his eyes searching for any details he might have missed, but there was nothing else. He sighed and braced himself as he stood up again.

"Ah crap! Crap, crap, crap." He knew sitting around was getting him nowhere fast, but damn! It felt like icicles were being jammed up into his feet. It was so cold the bones in his toes actually ached after a few second. Peter took a deep breath and pushing aside the discomfort, stalked stiffly into the middle of the room, pulling the blanket tight around his shoulder. It was the only warmth he had now that his clothes were shredded and his nudeness under the cloth made him feel vulnerable, which in turn soured his mood. Despite his discomfort he tried to stay optimistic. At least Venom wasn't here, right? He sighed. Right… but how long would it be until the symbiote came back? Peter sighed again. He had to get to work finding a way out of this hellhole. He didn't have the time to dally.

Now, the brunet thought, his mind shifting back to the task at hand as he turned in a slow circle looking around the room. If I were a key where would I be? Hey, that rhymes! Peter chuckled to himself, his mood lifting again. I need to stay optimistic, he told himself. There is no reason to get dragged down into the dumps. Not yet. I can still get out of this. I know I can. I just need to try.

With that thought in mind Peter spent what felt like hours looking for nooks and crannies, knocking on the walls it see if there were any hidden compartments and searching through anything and everything to see if there was a spare key hidden somewhere in the room. The bottoms of his feet went numb soon after he had started his search. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. True he couldn't feel the cold anymore, but then again, medically, numb parts of the body were never a good sigh. And to his frustration, at the end of his search all he had for his efforts was some toilet paper he had found 'hidden' in a drawer.

Come on! Venom must have left one around here somewhere. There had to be a spare key. There had to be! Peter hit the wall in his frustration, but his spirit wasn't really behind the blow. He sighed leaning against the wall. Why wasn't this working? This should work! The alien should have a spare key somewhere in here just in case it got lock in with him… Oh wait. Spare keys are what sensible human beings do. Venom was an alien. It thought alien thoughts. He had to think like the alien and that alien wanted to keep him here, in this room. It didn't want to give him a chance to leave so… So the only answer was Venom had the only key. Well shit.

Peter sat on the cot again with a huff, miffed at himself. He had spent all that time for nothing. He sighed, casting about his mind for other ideas. Okay that didn't work, he thought, rubbing the life back into his frozen feet. Now what?

The teen sat there for awhile, massaging his feet until they started tingling as blood came back to life within them. He was trying to come up with a new plan of action, but he honestly didn't have many options. The door was unbreakable. There was no way… but he was feeling stronger now. He had rested and had time to heal. Maybe… Maybe he could break it now. It was worth a try. It was the only idea he had left. Any of the air vents he had seen were far too small for him to crawl through and there were no windows whatsoever. This was his only chance. He would have to give it his all.

Peter squared his shoulders and, ignoring his protesting feet, marched to the far wall, the wall stained rusty brown with his blood. He turned, then ran at the door, picking up what little speed he could in the small space and slammed his fist into the offending entrance putting all his momentum and weight behind the punch and shoving his shoulder in as a second impact.

"Ah SHIT!"

The teen snatched his hand back, shaking it as pain flared afresh in him body. That hurt! He whimpered, instinctively sucking on the broken skin of a knuckle as his eyes turned back to the door. The metal wasn't even dented. What the fuck… What the hell was it made of? It had to be adamantium or something, but where in the world would Venom have gotten a hold of something like that? Breaking it was obviously out of the question so he'd just have to wait for Venom to come back then make a break for it while the door was open, but… Why is something wet dripping down my arm? Scratch that, why is my whole arm throbbing with pain and not just my fist? And why is there blood? That didn't make sense. It… Aw shit. I forgot Venom bit my shoulder.

Peter sighed. This was just too much. The teen leaned back against the stupid, unbreakable door and covered the newly opened wound with his hand, trying to stem the bleeding. He winced and sucked in a sharp breath, but still pressed down on the wound. Dammit. This day was turning crappy really fast.

Venom had left its mark on his right side, his strong side, his leading side. That's why he kept blindly slamming the wound into things, but… with his superior healing ability the wound should have been gone by now, not bleeding all over the place. He shouldn't have had to worry about a wound this 'minor' (to him) for more than a few hours. True the alien's teeth had gone deep, but the punctures themselves were small in diameter. It should have healed! I must have only slept a short time. That must be it. It had to be.

But then Peter's bleeding did not stop as quickly as it normally would have either. The brunet didn't want to admit the possibility that in his weakened state his quick healing was slowing down. He had been through so much trauma it made a kind of sense, there were other parts inside him that were much more important to heal then his shoulder, but still the boy simply couldn't accept that possibility. His healing had never failed him before. Maybe there was just something in Venom's saliva that promoted bleeding. Yah, that had to be it. Right? Right? !

Fear spiked through Peter as blood continued to drip lazily down his arm and into a little puddle on the floor. He hadn't paid attention the last time he had slammed his shoulder into the door, believe the wound would take care of itself, but it wasn't and that was terrifying.

Not knowing what else to do Peter hurried into the bathroom and made a pad out of folded toilet paper then pressed it to the wound, wrapping more toilet paper over his shoulder and under his arm to keep the absorbent pad in place. It wasn't the best bandaging job he had ever seen, but it was all he could do at the moment.

The teen was shivering by the time he had finished tending to his wound, his trembling fingers almost made tying the final knots impossible, but somehow he managed it. It was just so cold. He stumbled back into the main room on numb feet and sat huddled under the blanket on the cot. He tucked his legs up against his chest and wrapped his arms around them, one hand still pressed to his shoulder as he tried to conserve heat. There was nothing he could think to do, but wait and try to warm up. The door would have to open before he could get through it and that meant waiting for Venom's return so he just sat there and stared at the door.

Time passed and his shivers slowly quieted, his body warming under the blanket, but still Venom didn't return. Peter shifted impatiently. He couldn't believe he was actually wishing for Venom to come back. All this waiting was infuriating. Under normal circumstanced he would have been pacing like a caged animal by now, but it was just too damned cold to do stuff like that.

The teen sighed, resting his cheek on his knees. He contemplated going to sleep again just for a few hours. He was tired, but no. He couldn't sleep. Not now. He couldn't sense when Venom was near so he would have no advanced warning if the alien came through the door while he was asleep. He couldn't risk losing this chance. He had to get out and this was the only way, so he sat there and waited. And waited. And waited.

Time seemed to pass at an impossibly slow rate and still there was no sign of Venom. Peter's thoughts turned darker the longer he sat there alone in the cold room. Maybe the alien had forgotten him. Maybe he was just going to starve to death alone in this little hovel.

The teen sighed, pushing his face into the blankets. This was hell. Cold, freezing, fucking hell. I'm going to die here. A bitter laugh escaped him along with a few frustrated tears. I'm going to die here without seeing aunt May or MJ or anyone ever again. They aren't even going to know what happened to me. May will think I ran away and abandoned her and… and… The thoughts soon had him sobbing into his knees. This just isn't fair.

A sudden scraping sound jerked Peter back to reality. His head snapped up and he stared at the door. That sound… it was like a key turning in a lock. No, it was a key turning in a lock.

Peter stumbled to his feet with a sniff, wiping the tears from his face. It was now or never. He had to make this work. Pulling the blanket tight around his shoulders, he positioned himself at what he thought would be the optimal point for a dash at the door and then froze, waiting, his blood pounding in his ears with an added dose of adrenaline. Then he started to worry. What was taking Venom so long? The door should be open by now. What if it wasn't Venom on the other side of the door? What if it was someone worse?

The teen licked his lips and swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. No. I need to focus. He shook his head angrily then set his gaze on the door again. No matter what he was going to run first, ask questions later. Now if only the damn door would open. It had to open. Come on, come on, come on. Open.

And it did. Slowly. First an inch then two. Finally Peter couldn't wait any longer. He lunged forward and –

"Ooof!"

– fell flat on his face.

"What the fucking hell?" Peter slammed his hands angrily into the floor and flipped over onto his back to see what had hindered him. A little black glob was wrapped around his foot effectively tethering him in place.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me." He glared at the offending blob. He knew exactly what it was and he was not happy about it. Venom had slipped a little part of itself under the door while Peter wasn't looking to make sure he couldn't escape. It couldn't get all of itself under the door because of it's human host, but obviously splitting a bit of itself off was still a viable option and it pissed Peter off that he had to thought of that possibility. That's why the alien had taken so long to open the stupid door. It had totally outthought him and he had squandered his chance at freedom.

The brunet frowned, flipping back over on his stomach in time to see Venom slip through the door and lock it behind itself before making the key disappear again about it's person. The creature then turned and, letting it's human guise melt away, smiled at him.

Peter's frown deepened and he sulkily drummed his fingers on the floor. "That isn't fair," he grumbled under his breath before raising his voice to Venom. "Get your little minion off me!"

The alien bobbed its head, now staring at Peter silently with an indescribable expression. The boy felt the bit of Venom detached from his ankle, but he didn't look back. It blobbed over to the main body of the symbiote, but paused near Peters head. It was only a glob of black matter, but it seemed to be looking at him. Peter snarled at it, bearing teeth and the little thing hurried on and reconnected with the rest of Venom before the teen could do any more.

"That really was unfair," Peter grumbled again and pushed himself up into a sitting position, pulling the blanket protectively around his shoulders. He winced at the motion and looked down to see he had skinned his hands, and probably his knees too judging by the burning feeling he had down there.

"Dammit." Peter winced again as he pressed his scraped hands together, trying to ignore the sting. This really wasn't his day.

Venom finally moved, crouching down next to the boy with a sigh. "We thought you might try sssomething foolisssh like thisssss if you were awake," it said softly, brushing away the tracks of tears on the boys cheeks thinking they had fallen when the teen had tripped instead of in Peter's earlier despair.

"Humf," Peter sulked, pulling his face away from Venom's touch and dodging the symbiote's eyes.

The creature sighed mournfully at the boy's stubborn refusal to look at it then noticed the blood on Peter's hands. It gently took the teen's bloody scraped hand in it's own and before Peter could react bought the wound too its lips to lick away the blood.

"Hey!" Peter tensed to pull away, but then relaxed. The alien wasn't hurting him so he might as well save his strength for when he really needed to struggle. The feel of the symbiote licking him still made him shiver in disgust. He was never going to get used to this. No. He shouldn't have to get used to this. He was going to get out of here… somehow.

Venom finished its licking administrations and smiled up at Peter, tussling his hair affectionately. "Good little Sssspider." It was happy to see its mate up and looking well again. Spider had even allowed the alien to help him without actively defying it and that made Venom's emotions flood with joy. Maybe spider was finally learning to love it back. That would be so wonderful.

"Humf," Peter looked away again, wiping his hands on the blankets before perching his chin in one of them and pouting. All that planning and waiting for nothing. He should have just gone back to sleep.

"Pleasssse do not be mad with usssss Sssssspider," Venom purred, stroking a hand over the brunets back, but Peter shrugged it off. The symbiote made a little whining noise, suddenly realizing the boys silence did not equal compliance. "Pleasssse underssssstand," it said, trying to explain. "We cannot keep track of you if you do not ssssstay here. We did not mean for you to get injured."

"You never do, do you?" Peter whispered, staring straight ahead, feeling horribly venerable next to the alien's great presence.

Venom sighed again, feeling guilty, but then the symbiote perked up. It had brought its mate a present after all. "Here. This isss for you."

Peter blinked as a paper bag was suddenly pushed into his lap. Startled, the boy opened the bag without thinking and that was when the smell hit him. Food. And not just any food. Fresh Chinese takeout. His mouth watered at the wonderful smell. Oh god he was so hungry. How Venom had managed to get a hold of an order of beef low mein, bowl of hot and sour soup and an extra order of egg rolls and crab Rangoon to go was beyond Peter. Of course the alien did have the ability to look like a normal human when it wanted to… and if Peter thought really hard it wouldn't be a stretch to suppose the symbiote had access to Brock's bank accounts when it was feeling patient enough to deal with money. However, it was more likely the alien had stolen the takeout from some unsuspecting pedestrian. Peter hoped whoever that was they were okay. The fact that Venom seemed to be in a good mood and there was no blood on it's skin suggested a peaceful encounter. God the food smelled good whatever the case. Peter licked his lips, his stomach rumbling hungrily, demanding nourishment. The last meal he could remember was at school and that had to have been ages ago. He was about to dig in when he noticed Venom watching him with an eager smile. The alien wanted this. It wanted him to let it care for him, to feed him, and Peter was not going to give it that satisfaction. Seeing how much this meant to the symbiote Peter shut down any thought of eating, rolled up the top of the bag again and placing it on the floor, ignored the food entirely. It was so tempting to just let go and eat, but he didn't want to take anything from the alien and he especially didn't want it thinking he was okay with his kidnapping and confinement.

Venom sat and silently watched Peter ignore itself and the food for a few minutes, the smile fading from its lips. Finally it bumped the boys shoulder (as luck would have it the unwounded shoulder) with its own and pushed the food in front of him again. "Eat."

Peter stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest, defiant. "No."

Venom blinked, surprised and confused. "Why not?"

"I'm not hungry," Peter answered stubbornly.

Venom cocked it's head to the side, considering the boy. "You lie," it finally said.

"Well… I don't feel like it," the brunet said, stumbling for another excuse.

"You're body feelssssss like it," Venom persisted. The alien was a little unnerved by this development. It's mate should take this gift. The human needed to eat and Venom wanted to provide for it's love. Why was the Spider being so foolish?

"I just don't want to eat okay? !" Peter snapped, his eyes flashing angrily as he faced the alien and locked gaze with it.

The symbiote stared at him for a moment more then shook it's head. "Humansssssssssss," it hissed, rubbing a hand over its face. Why must this species be so stubborn?

Venom sighed and started turning it's eyes back to the brunet's face when it noticed the fresh blood droplets on the blanket near the boy's neck. It stiffened at the sight, suspicious, and let it's eyes roam over the young teen huddled in the blanket next to it. The human was holding himself in a strange way and Venom wanted to know why. The alien leaned forward and, before Peter realized what the creature was doing, hooked a claw into the blanket and pulled the cloth away from the boys shoulder to expose the bandaged wound.

"Venom what are you- get off!" Peter pushed the alien's hand away, then pulled the blanket over his shoulder again, but a bit too quickly and winced in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.

Venom's eyes narrowed. It had noticed the fresh blood by the door and now it was putting two and two together. "What did you do to yoursssssself while we were away?"

"Nothing," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably and pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulder, refusing to look the alien in the eye.

"Sssspi-der." The symbiote leaned closer and tipped Peter's head up with a claw under his chin. "We can ssssssee it is more than nothing," it said with a reproachful tone, cocking its head to the side as it considered the boy.

"It doesn't matter," the teen snapped, jerking his head away from the alien's touch.

Venom snorted back. "You are injured. We can sssssee that much," it said, moving forward and pressing uncomfortably into Peter's comfort zone until its face was a bare inch from his. "Why do you hide thisssss from ussssssss?"

Peter refused to give an inch and stared back, unblinking at the symbiote. "I said it's nothing," he said firmly.

Venom huffed right into his face, it's hot breath making Peter flinch back, blinking his eyes.

"We do not believe you," the creature rumbled deep in its chest, getting irritated with the frustrating little human in front of it. The boy wouldn't eat. The boy wouldn't even let Venom touch him. Now the boy wouldn't let Venom help him. It was aggravating and the whole situation was really starting to get on the alien's nerves. "Let usss sssee," Venom pushed forward, grabbing for the blanket that was covering the brunets wounded shoulder.

"Venom stop!" Peter tried to pull away, but part of the blanket was already trapped under the alien making the motion impossible, but his actions did succeed in making Venom even more aggravated.

The symbiote growled, baring it's teeth. "Let usss sssee!" Venom snarled, grabbing Peter's arms, planning to use it's weight to push the teen down and pin him to the ground so it could do as it wished. But seeing the alien suddenly surge towards him with anger in it's eyes, sparked fear deep inside Peter and he struggled violently to get away.

"No!" he cried out as he felt the creature's hands close around his arms, claws digging bruising into flesh.

"Veno- AH!" Pain seared through Peter's shoulder and his back hit the cement floor with a solid thump as he was propelled down under the alien's weight. Tears sprang to the teens eyes at the pain disoriented him for a moment. The next thing he knew he was lying on his side curled up around his wound. "Shit ow," he moaned, Fresh blood wetted the fingers of the hand he had unconsciously pressed to his injury. He was bleeding again and it hurt. Bad. He whimpered again, his eyes squeezing shut against the pain. This sucks.

"We jusssst want to help."

Venom's voice carried through the darkness and pain, but Peter didn't respond. He didn't want to. He had nothing to say. The symbiote wouldn't listen to him anyway so he just stayed there curled up on the floor, breathing through the pain. He had been startled by how much jostling his shoulder around a little hurt. He must have hit it just right on the way down to cause that much pain and it was all Venom's fault.

Peter heard Venom sigh above him. Then there was silence for a while and Peter almost decided to open his eyes again when he felt a gentle touch on his arm. He whimpered and weakly tried to shake the hand off, but another touch came in a ghosting stroke over his cheek.

"Ssss little sssspider. Hold ssssstill. We do not wissh to hurt you, but we will ssssee."

Peter's eyes snapped open as he felt one of the alien's hands close around his wrist as it tried to gently pry his own hand away from his wound. The brunet turned his head to glare up at the alien crouched above him.

"If you weren't so pushy I wouldn't be hurt in the first place," he snapped, refusing to move his hand from the injury, his anger overwriting his fear and common sense. What did it matter anyway? What could the alien possibly do that it hadn't forced upon him already?

Venom bared it's teeth in frustration at Peter's words, but instead of getting mad it closed it's eyes for a moment and mentally made an effort to calm itself before addressing the boy again.

"If you were not ssssssso sstubborn we would not keep hurting you accidentally," the symbiote said pointedly, anger tightening it's voice.

"Oh I'm the stubborn one?" Peter demanded, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he could glare straight into the alien's face without putting pressure on his wound.

"Yess you are!" Venom exclaimed, slamming it's hand into the floor in it's frustration. "We try and we try, but all you sssay isss no, no, no."

"Maybe that's because I don't want to do what you are doing to me. Ever thought of that genius?" Peter snarled back.

"You…" Venom was so flustered it seemed to be at a lost for words for a moment. "You are infuriating!"

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Right back at you, bub."

Venom snarled, it's language skills escaping it as it bared its teeth and tried to control it's emotions. Why was it the spider could push it's buttons so easily? No one else could get under it's skin like this boy could. No one! Why must Venom fall for the most infuriatingly, stubborn human on the planet?

"Grr to you too," Peter said nonplussed, laying himself back on the floor, feeling tired.

Venom broke off with another snarled and started pacing the room on all fours, growling deep in its throat as it circled the boy. It took several minutes of circling for the symbiote to calm down, but finally it sat down next to Peter again and huffed out a breath. "Can we pleasssssssssse ssssee your sssshoulder?" the alien asked softly as politely as it knew how, but it's carefully controlled tone still came out a little tight.

"Fine," Peter said, turning his face away and, closing his eyes, let go of his shoulder, giving Venom access to the wound. "Go ahead and see what you have done." Peter knew that wasn't really fair. He'd been the one to slam his shoulder into the door not Venom, but honestly he didn't really care at that moment. It was easier for him to just direct all his anger and frustration at the symbiote. This whole situation was it's fault after all. It's not like he locked himself in this stinking, Spartan room. Venom's fault all the way.

Peter tensed, his thoughts scattering as the alien's touch ghost over the skin of his shoulder then gently drew back the bloody makeshift bandages. The teen winced as the dried blood pulled a little against the wound as the bandages were removed, but otherwise he lay still, letting the alien get a clear view of the injury.

"But… thissssss issssss old," Venom said with a touch of something like awe mixed with confusion. "Thissss isssss where we bit you."

"I know." the brunet retorted hotly, but not turning his head to look at Venom. He could feel a little blood drip wetly down his shoulder and onto the floor. "It's not like I could forget something like that." he added softly after a second, not just a little bitter.

"Sspider you should not be bleeding," Venom's words were colored with worry and just a touch of panic. The tone of the alien made Peter glance over at it and what he saw was confounding. The creature actually looked like it might start crying or something. It's face was lined with anguish. Venom knew from it time as the Spider's 'black suit' that it shouldn't have taken days for a wound like that to repair itself. Even if it had never kept close track of Peter's healings and wounds it still knew days was much too long. Sometime was dreadfully wrong with it's mate. It could sense it even if it could not explain it. "Why haven't you healed? Why are you ssstill bleeding?" it demanded in an almost frantic tone. Even so Peter did not feel like taking it easy on the symbiote.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's because you keep abusing me," the teen replied in a scathing voice.

Venom flinched with a whimper almost as if the words had hurt it. Peter heard a few more whimpers escape the creature as it paced a little more before it seemed to make up it's mind about something and crouched close to him again. "Hold ssssssstill," it whispered softly, running a hand through the brunets hair. "We will take care of you," it added gently, moving to crouch above the boy on all fours.

"Venom wha-Ah!" Peter cringed as the alien lowered its head and started lapping at his wounded shoulder. He tried to push the creature away, but lying on his back as he was with the symbiote above him he couldn't the leverage to budge the unmovable creature. And Venom was not willing to be moved in any case. The symbiote believed it should care for it's mate's wounds and this was the only way it knew how. It was it's duty and it was not going to be denied.

"Venom stop. You're drooling on me. That…It's unsanitary," Peter squirmed under the alien, but that just made the creature lay itself on top of him, holding him down, but without truly putting any weight on his small frame. The closeness was nearly suffocating. All that was between them was a single blanket and that made Peter's heart race with dread. What if the alien tried mating with him again? "Venom," he whined, squirming a bit more.

The alien wrapped its arms around Peter and rumbled against his skin, making the brunet shiver. "Hold ssssssssssstill," it whispered, licking it's way up the boy's arm.

"Veno-" Peter gasped weakly, his breath coming in frantic gasps as his fears increased.

"Sssspider hold sssstill," Venom rumbled again then pulled it's head away from the wound to look down at the boy. It huffed a breath then it's eyes softened and one of it's hands came up to caress the brunet's cheek. All Peter could manage to do was shiver. "We do not wissh to damage you further sssweet Ssssspider. Pleassse lay sssssstill," the symbiote said gently before lowering it's head again and going back to work.

After that Peter just laid there and took it, hoping the creature would not try to do anything more than tend to his wound in it's strange way. The boy couldn't help, but shiver at the unfamiliar feeling of being licked by the alien's hot, slimy tongue, but the creature didn't comment, seemly content with his ended struggles. The alien just lay there, straddling Peter's hip without putting any weight on him and just lapped at his shoulder. Minutes ticked by sluggishly and finally Peter couldn't take it anymore. Every second: liiiiick, liiiiick, liiiiiiiiiiiiiick. It was driving the boy nuts. And he had a sinking suspicion that just tending to him wound couldn't have taken this long, that the alien was now just licking him because it liked to.

"Are you done yet?" Peter demanded, breaking the silence as he turned his head to face the alien.

The alien lifted it's head from the boy's shoulder for a moment and considered the teens question. "We are getting there," it finally said then went back to it's slobbery job.

Peter huffed out an impacient breath, but there was nothing he could do so he just laid there and let the symbiote get on with it. The creature would be done when it was done. He just had to accept that.

Not too terribly long after that (though it felt like hours to Peter's cringing mind), Venom lifted it head with a smile. "Mmm," it licked it's lips, then turned to grin at Peter. "Done. You are delicciousssss."

That was… disturbing. What do you even say to that? ! Peter wasn't sure and for some reason he found himself flushing slightly with embarrassment so he just looked away. If he would let himself admit it, he would have said his shoulder felt a little better after the licking. He didn't know why, but it was the truth… if he would let himself admit it. Instead, he turned his face back and frowned at Venom. "Can you get off me now?"

"We ssssssuppose," Venom said, idly tapping a claw on Peter's blanket-wrapped chest, it's body still straddling the kid's hips.

"You suppose?" Peter said, glaring at the creature, his frown deepening. Here it came. Now the alien would insist on mating and Peter's world would turn into hell yet again.

Venom grinned, laying itself down to rest it's chin on the boy's chest, it's body hugging the teen's own. "Thissssssssssss issssssssss a nice posssition," it teased then quickly continued before peter could say anything as a retort. "But we are done now. Sssso,yessssssss. We will move." With that the symbiote lifted itself off of the brunet and moved to crouch beside him again.

Peter was surprised by a sudden shock of chilly air. He hadn't realized how much heat the alien was giving off until it was gone. He shivered then sat up slowly, pulling the blanket tight around him trying to stay warm.

The two sat there in the middle of the room inawkward silence for a long time, Peter not knowing what to do or say and the alien happy to just been near the boy and seemingly content with what it had done to help it's mate. Finally Peter had to break the silence.

"Venom?"

"Yessssss?" the alien purred, smiling toothily at him.

"I do need to…" Peter stumbled on his words, not sure how to ask what he needed. In the end he just blurted it out. "I need to go to the bathroom. And I don't want you trying to accost me again when I get up," he added just a touch scathingly.

The alien's head bobbed in a nod. "Go, it said gesturing vaguely to the bathroom door. "We will wait."

Peter got up slowly, not wanting to trigger some reaction in the alien, and, pulling the blanket with him, padded off to the bathroom. Venom just sat there in the middle of the room, watching, as Peter reached the door, slipped through it and slammed it firmly behind him (not that it would do any good if the symbiote decided to come after him). The boy stood there for a long moment then leaned back against the door and let out a long breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. His chance. His chance to escape was gone. What the hell am I going to do now? Peter rested his head back on the door and closed his eyes. Damn he already felt tired again and his shoulder throbbed hotly. He had gotten lucky so far. The alien hadn't tried to force itself upon him yet… but how long was that going to last? He rubbed his aching eyes with a sigh. This is going to be a really, really long day.

TBC…

Note: Finally, finally I've gotten a new chapter up. Sorry about the wait. It seemed like I'd finish one thing and then life would throw something else at me just to mess up my writing plans. I hope you can forgive me for taking so terribly long with this gift of an extra long chapter. Never fear: the eggs/spawling will be addressed in the next chapter. I promise. I was planning on having this chapter and the next be one long, long chapter, but decided instead to put this one up first. I figured I haven't updated for so long (My bad. I know. I've been working on later chapters so everything flows well and, of course, worrying about my possible deletion) I better get something up soon… Also the fact that Venom normally (AKA in official works) calls Peter by many names had been pointed out a few time by reviewers and I want to assure people that there is a very specific reason Venom keeps calling Peter 'Spider.' It's all in the plan. You'll see what I mean later. Also there's something screwy going on with the formatting of this fic when it gets online. There's a segment about three paragraphs long towards the end that insist on staying italicized no matter what I do. I'm sorry if that bugs people but it just seems to be stuck that way. Anyway I hope you had a good read and I would love a review or two. Thanks.

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