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"Peter talking."
'Peter thinking.'
There's something about Peter...
Chapter 3
By Shimo Ino
The Spider's building wasn't tall at all. It didn't seem him. Located in a less than desirable area of the city, the whole place was falling apart.
But it didn't matter or deter Brock, or Venom. Where ever the Spider lived was their home as well. Getting inside was easy enough, a heavy smell of old, wet wood and a strange pattern on the walls. He could hear through the walls, other tenants moving around. Pah. Stupid humans.
He stopped, the third staircase up. On his right was his Spider's room. On the left, his landlord. Walking to the right door his arm came alive with symboites flesh. It slid into the keyhole, opening the door with a 'click'.
Brock grinned. Too easy.
He slipped into the room, the Spiders scent filling his nose. Ahh. The spiky haired man sighed in glee.
The small room was entirely wood, all the walls, the ceiling, kitchen, balcony, in all its entirety. Brock almost began to laugh. It was too easy, too Peter, these humble beginnings. Any other superhero would have a luxury home, some sort of butler or assistant, money to fund themselves.
He could see the black light for photos, the laptop that his friend had gotten him for his birthday, the packs of hot pockets scattered everywhere the things that were life essentials to the poor kid. So Peter.
The small alarm by the bed ticked. Brock would only have around an hour until Peter's classes ended, but getting home would give him more time. Time to get to work.
Muddy boots trudged up the stairs leaving behind a trail. The baseball cap he wore was also soaked, not helping his wet situation and the downpour outside.
Peter sighed. All the things that could go wrong, went wrong. His jeans got caught and ripped in the subway, his lunch was stolen by Flash(that kid was following him...) His prints were ruined by spilt chemicals and the rain was more like a monsoon.
Up the last flight of stairs . . . . . only one thing in his way . . . . . please, please, please . . . . .
"Parker!!"
Damn.
His landlord's door slammed open, showing the leering, heavy set face of his landlord.
"Rent."
"I . . . . . I know, I'm getting the money on Thursday and--"
"But no rent?"
"Well, I have this five--"
The five was gone and the landlord's door shut. Peter grinned like a fool as he waved around a twenty. 'I won't fall for it a second time ass!!'
He almost skipped to his door, humming a victory tune. Peter stepped inside the apartment not noticing the wafting smells his senses dimmed down.
Pulling off his shoes, the superhuman was grabbed from behind. "What the–?!"
"Ah Spider," Something was nuzzling his neck and he couldn't see who. But he didn't need to, "Brock!! S-Stop!"
"Mmmmm. You smell good Spider. We've missed you." Eddie cuddled him.
"Well I haven't!!" Even through Peter's protests, the symboite picked up the smaller man, depositing his soaked coat and sitting him down on the stool in his non-existent kitchen. "What the hell are you doing here anyway?! What happened to our truce!?"
Venom laughed. "Our silly, silly Spider. The truce hasn't been broken, but next time you should word it better if you want to keep us away." He smiled. "Now eat." He motioned to where a small plate of soup sat. Innocently.
" . . . . . what?"
"Peter, Peter, Peter. Do we have to feed you?" Inside the man was relishing at the idea, but it seemed their Spider was in no mood for it.
"NO!"
"Then eat."
"No! I have no idea what you might have put in it anyway."
Venom pouted. "We could never do anything to hurt you Spider! You of all know how much we can love, how much . . . " Peter cut him off, the larger man's mouth much too close to his ear.
"No, I'll eat it, just . . . . . stop." His voice wavered at the end.
Eddie grinned behind the brunette's head as he tentatively ate the soup. " . . . It's actually pretty good."
"Isn't it?" Still too close. Peter seemed to tip a bit on his stool, but took no notice. The larger man slipped his arms around the other's body and put his chin on the nape of Peter's neck.
"Where did you learn to cook anyway?" The brunette asked.
"Well, we did have a life before this, and we wanted to be a chef at some point in our life. But that part of our life is over now."
"You still always could." Peter's words were slurring as he turned around and faced Brock.
"Not, now...humans annoy me..." Brock stared into Peter's unfocused, determined eyes. His hands snaked around the other's body and pulled the smaller man up off the stool.
"Yes...yeah you could...if you--" But Peter didn't finish the sentence because Eddie had kissed him, engrossed him. The kiss was slow at first, then their tongue's began to dance.
After a few minutes the two broke apart, Peter's eyes dilated. He looked back up at Eddie, and spoke haphazardly. "You drugged me."
The taller man took the statement and nodded. "You wouldn't have slept at all tonight. And you never suspect anything anyway Peter. That another reason I'm so attracted to you.
Peter reached up with his mouth but Eddie resisted and picked up the younger man yet again. The hero frowned in annoyance.
"More?"
"So now you're asking?" His grin was victorious.
"Mmmmmm . . . " Peter had dropped off to sleep, the small pill taking its tool on him.
"Ah." Cradling the younger man in his arms, Eddie brought him to the bed and placed him on it. A smile graced his lips.
"You know Peter, you're almost too perfect. Too bad really. It's going to be hard to keep you." His symboite skin stretched over his body. He opened the door and left.
"See you . . . our Spider."
TBC
Hey all! Sorry it took me so long, you know, laziness, school, exams, more laziness. Oh well. Hope you all like it! And to the anonymous, I wasn't planning on a Wolverine/Peter story, but maybe, just maybe!
Shimo Ino
