AN: So I had to do a lot of writing for work the past few weeks, and it completely killed my motivation to do any when I got home. So that is the reason for the delay. Anyway, big thanks to those who have been viewing and reviewing, I'm almost to 30,000 views. Bigger thanks to NeoTyson, Cellgress, and Kobvilla for the same devotion that they have had thus far. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 4

Flash Thomson, also known as Agent Venom, former Black Operator, current Secret Avenger slept soundly. The weight lifting after dinner was always a good workout. The sex before bed always made him sleepy though. Now aboard the lighthouse space station, he lay in bed with his girlfriend, the Asgardian Goddess Valkyrie. The gentle light of the moon cast its glow into the bedroom. It was the most peaceful that he had felt since the ULTIMATUM raid on The Catacombs failed a few day ago. A gentle beeping from his ID card began to emanate.

Flash reached over and picked up the ID card and opened up an audio only link on his side. The face of his hero idol, Spider-Man opened up. "Agent Venom." He said rubbing his eyes. His movement woke up Valkyrie next to him.

"Venom, It's Spider-Man. I could use some advice."

Venom sat up against the headrest of the bed. "Lay it on me."

"So we got a gang war brewing here in Manhattan. The Dogs of Hell MC, and the Rolling Sevens street gang. Way things are shaping up, it's gonna be like the Bloods and the Crips in the early nineties." Spider-Man explained in a hurried manner.

"Okay. You want me to come down, knock some heads together?" Venom asked.

"I just need some advice in how to fight a war. That's all. I tend to deal with individual street thugs, or super villains. Sometimes a crime family making a power play, but nothing like this."

"Alright then." Venom said rubbing the brie of his nose. At this point Valkyrie was awake and rubbing his chest affectionately. "The key to winning a war is to find the enemy, then kill the enemy, or in your case beat the shit out of them."

"Okay. Go on."

"First, figure out the command structure. If you spend time taking out the foot soldiers, they'll just replace them. If just go and take out the head honcho though, the number two guy will just take his place, and he'll be even more paranoid 'cause now he knows people will be out to get him. So figure out who all the players are, take out the second and third tier guys supporting the man at the top, then take out the main man. It'll leave the subordinate units and cells disorganized and without leadership. Their greed and infighting will take care of the rest." Venom finished.

"Uh huh. Okay. Yeah. Cat and I can do that." Spider-Man said confidently over the voice link.

"You two moved in yet?" Venom asked. Though Venom wasn't as close to Spider-Man as many of the other Avengers, as a super hero in a steady relationship, Spider-Man was like a gold plated unicorn, and all of them liked to keep track of his and Black Cat's status as a couple.

"Have you made things official with Valkyrie yet?" Spider-Man asked with a little annoyance.

Valkyrie had moved to licking Venoms chest now. "Not yet…". Valkyrie bit down lightly.

"Ah!" Venom hitched.

"What was that?"

"Nothin'. Call me if you need me."

"Trying to stop thing place from turning into a warzone. Not like what you do with Boston in your off time Venom."

Valkyrie lips had moved to Venom's jawline now. "Well if it happens anyway, you know who to call. See ya." Venom said quickly and hung up the phone. He looked down at Valkyrie. "What are you doin'?"

The blonde Asgardian smiled. "Trying to make is as you on Earth say 'make it official'." She explained, and kissed Venom.

Peter and Felicia back at her apartment. The two had changed out of their uniforms and gotten into more comfortable street cloths. Peter's red T-shirt, open blue button down and jeans paired well with Felicia's white blouse with mauve vest and a rose skirt. Color was something that looked just as good on Felicia as black. The two worked diligently over a notepad and a computer trying to put together who they could talk to in order to get information on the current gang leadership.

The two looked through the news, social media, police reports, and reached out to some of Black Cats criminal contacts. So far they had developed two solid leads. Norah Winters, a reporter for The DB! had written a series on the Rolling Sevens gang and some of the stuff was insider information to names, structure, and places of congregation. What they were able to find out about the Dogs of Hell was through their public website. They weren't able to learn much other than they were recruiting pledges in town. The plan was for Peter to meet up with Norah to get information on the Sevens, and for Felicia to use her feminine wiles to elicit information from the bikers.

That part that Peter had the problem with was that Felicia would be going in alone…into a biker bar…full of men…who had and ax to grind with their super hero personalities. "So what makes you think that you can just walk into a place like that and just talk about that type of club related information? If pledging for a biker gang is like a fraternity, then members are not likely to give you information like that." Peter asked with confusion and worry.

"I can fit in." Felicia said plainly.

"How?"

"Just wait and see." She said smiling. Felicia turned around and pranced into her bedroom.

Peter just sat on the couch and put his face in his hands. The nature of Felicia's plan required a certain amount of subterfuge that he was sure the DoH would not appreciate. Sure she was charismatic and beautiful, but that only could go so far with a group like the people she planned to get involved in under her real name. Peter groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"The least that I can do is set up my meeting with Norah tomorrow." He said to himself and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He quickly dialed the number of Norah Winters. A few rings later, she picked up.

"This is Norah. Make it quick I'm waiting for an important call." Norah said in a tone that was not mean, but certainly urgent.

"Norah. It's Peter Parker. I'm calling to get information for a mutual acquaintance. Spider-Man." He stated.

"Oh! How can I help?" She asked a little friendlier. Norah was always trying to get information on Spider-Man and Black Cat, so she was more than willing to tolerate Peter's disruption if it meant getting closer to the hero.

"He needs information on the Rolling Sevens, and you did a series of stories on them. He and Black Cat could use information on the gang." Peter explained.

"I'll do it. On one condition." She negotiated.

"What?"

"You help me fix a computer tomorrow." Norah demanded.

Peter grinned. He could do that in his sleep. "Deal. What time?"

"Come by around 11:30."

"All right. See ya tomorrow." Peter said and hit the 'end call' button. Peter slid that device back into his pocket in time to see Felicia come back into the living room.

What she was dressed in made his jaw hit the floor. It was similar to her Black Cat outfit. A black leather vest, tight black leather pants, and black leather boots created the quintessential biker babe. The outfit screamed mean as hell with sex appeal. Felicia defiantly had the look.

"Oh…wow. Okay. What…uh…what about the bike?" Peter asked. That was the only thing that he could think of that would prevent Felicia from getting in the door of a biker bar.

"No problem. I have a Harley Davidson V-Rod in the garage." Felicia explained moving to straddle Peter's lap.

"How long have you had that?"

"Learned to ride while I was attending school. Did you call Norah?" Felicia asked as she began to massage Peter's shoulders.

Peter groaned as he relaxed. "Yeah. I'm meeting her tomorrow. Just have to fix her computer."

"Well that seems easy." Felicia said as she continued to massage him. "You like that?" she whispered in his ear.

"Ohhhh yeah." Peter exhaled. "So…why did you learn to operate a motorcycle?"

"Well…I like the feel of something big and throbbing in between my legs." Felicia said suggestively. She then kissed Peter, putting her tongue in his mouth.

Peter went with the flow. He kissed his girlfriend back, using his own tongue to wrestle with hers. The warm, wet feeling was still incredible, even after all their time together. The raw passion that flowed through the individuals isolated them from the world in their own minds.

Felicia pushed off Peter's button down, and lifted off his t-shirt. She always enjoyed seeing his body. The well-toned, lean muscle from years fighting was enough to make the Statue of David feel like he needed a better gym regiment. Felicia broke from the kiss to admire the man beneath her.

Peter took the opportunity to begin to kiss Felicia's neck, pushing her pressure points with his lips. His hands reached behind her to grab her rear and pull her closer.

Felicia moaned and used a free hand to pull her boots free. She then looped her heels around Peter's knees. Their current entwine position satisfied their need to be locked in with each other. But it still left on need unsatisfied.

Felicia began to undo the button to Peter's pants, and Peter begrudgingly let on hand off her butt in order to pull down the zipper of her vest. He was glad that he made this decision as he shortly learned that Felicia was not wearing any type of undergarment underneath. The vest fell to the floor, and Peter began to kiss at the newly exposed flesh as Felicia used her flexibility to push Peters pants and underwear to the floor beside her recently discarded garment.

Peter picked Felicia up and carried her over to the bedroom. He didn't bother to turn on the lights as he set her down on the bed. Felicia began to remove her leather pants, and Peter meanwhile went over to the bedside drawer and reached in to pull out a condom. He had to open a new box to get it.

"Oh good. We have plenty." Felicia said as she laid backward.

Peter had lost any desire to comment. He quickly got on the bedspread above Felicia. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in to kiss him. Peter reached under her arms to pull her even closer. At that moment was when he entered her. Felicia moaned with her approval of him.

The movements that followed were enthusiastic and deliberate. The sounds of kissing, moaning, heavy breathing filled the silence of the dark room. The lights from the city outside provided just enough light to give outlines to the shapes and objects, but the two were so aware of each other even that was unwarranted because of their familiarity and awareness. Every slight sound, every small movement, every little detail was a signal to either keep doing something, or to change.

Eventually the climactic end arrived and Felicia let out a loud, and exasperated moan while Peter let out a low grunt. He rolled of and opened up his arms as Felicia rolled over onto his chest. He removed the used protection and deposited it in the wastebasket nearby. Felicia kissed his chest while simultaneously reaching over for another condom.

"Already?" Peter asked grining. He knew he wasn't going to say no.

"Whenever I go for a ride on the bike, I like to go for a couple hours if possible. But you already know that." Felicia said as she opened up the packaging.

AN: So a little follow up to my Agent Venom story (Which I'm sure that Cellgress appreciates), a little plot development, and just enough Lemon to make a round of properly garnished cocktails. Until the next chapter everyone.