"Venom please come out here," Eddie softly cries. The man has no malice in his voice, only pain. "We have something to discuss, I have to see you."
Please don't make me leave you. I love you Eddie.
"I'm not going to make you leave. I just wanna know why you're dreaming about hurting me?"
Don't want to hurt Eddie, only want to make him happy, us happy.
Eddie may be strong, but it's taking every strand of willpower in him to not fall apart as venom weeps in the back of his head.
"That's not making someone happy, tears were running down my face, I was asking you to stop. I looked broken."
confused, Eddie. I thought people who love each other do that.
The atmosphere of the room is heavy, like the air in the bedroom is dense with heat. Venom is crying- a low, heart shattering whine that threatens to cut the thread holding Eddie Brock's existence apart.
Venom does sleep, but tonight Eddie's found out that he can dream. He's awaken by a dream from venom. Eddie on his back as venom enters him, rough and hard. Tears streaming from his eyes as venom attacks a spot in Eddie that would normally drive him wild, but it only makes him gag with disgust. He loves venom, he really does don't get him wrong, but love doesn't need to be like that. It seems that venom knows about sex, but not the romance that can go into it.
"It looked like you were forcing yourself on me," Eddie whispers. It's not like he wanted to think like this, venoms confused. Eddie needs to set this right. "I love you, venom. More than I have loved any human. But I don't like rough, never did. I'm a tender, romantic man, ok?"
Eddie, I don't want to hurt you. I want to make you happy, make you feel good.
Yes, sex can add to an already beautiful relationship, but the real enjoyment was found in the buildup. The earning of your partners affection and seeing a smile on their face. He was the type to yearn, the reporter loved deeply and venom was no exception.
When he looks at venom he feels nothing but it.
"Sex can be like that, but it's a turn off to me. Anne wanted me to be rough, hurt her in bed," when he found venom, the love with Anne was long gone. "She wanted a lot of things, all of them hurt us more than helped."
Eddie sadly looks up at Venom as his disembodied head is floating above him, reaching a hand up to touch Venom's face. Venom playfully snares eddies hand with sinew and Eddie laughs softly. Even his laugh is beautiful. He's thought about sex with venom before, but he buried the thought of venom inside him, lighting his skin aflame with undying desire, in the back of his mind where venom couldn't see it.
Now that everything's being brought to the surface, that old grave needed to be dug up again.
Romantic type?
"Romantic. To me the love is more important than sex. Yeah sex is good, I'm a man I should think about it constantly," The normally reserved journalist spoke low into the peace and quiet of his bedroom, like the neighbors would combust if they heard him in a vulnerable moment , "but if there's no love there the sex is meaningless. And we love each other."
Love is reassurance, compassion and kindness. The kindest way to go about this is make it into a teaching moment and see where it leads them. Venom read Eddie's mind because in the silence of the room he whispers-
Teach me.
it almost makes Eddie weep. Venoms full form emerges in a plume of smoke, venom watching Eddie's features change. Through the sweep of his long lashes, a tear falls down his cheek. So lovely, so kind and selfless that it's almost cruel that venom feels as if he cannot protect him this very second.
"I wouldn't want it any other way." Eddie's voice is small and thick with emotion. He feels like he's falling apart at the seams. Venom can sew him back together just as quick as he unfurls.
we can try again. Slow, like you want. Don't want to break Eddie, wanna love him.
"what do you wanna learn?" Eddie asks nicely, voice determined and strong.
Not sure. I want to learn. Want to please you.
gods above, Eddie thinks to himself. He searches his mind for where to start as he looks over venoms face.
"Venom can I kiss you?" The question is sincere, voice steady but hands shaky. He asks because he cares, doesn't want it to be just sex, how can it be; just sex wouldn't make his soul ache like this. This is a perfect match, down to the last iota of dna. This is love. Pure And Simple.
Please. Kiss me, we can start slow.
sleep is threatening to take over, but Eddie wins as he presses a kiss to venoms coal black lips. It's cold, almost metal like, but the teeth are hidden. His tongue slides confidently against venoms as he slowly lays them down.
they lay facing one another on their sides, tongues gliding against one another. Eddie is carefully watching where venoms hands go. Eddie trusts venom with his life, but if venoms hand lands somewhere that drives him wild he doesn't trust himself. They can't dive in too soon, get too close, so Eddie pulls away and it makes him almost sob.
him and venom lay in bed, holding one another. Venom wants to be closer, wants to kiss again, but Eddie doesn't trust himself.
Eddie please….kiss me again.
he holds Eddie as if he's about to fall to his death if he lets go. He's already fallen once, he's holding on tightly this time.
venoms crying and it tears Eddie apart. He finally lets the weight on his shoulders go and he sheds tears , body shivering under the weight of their love. They shake as they hold one another, sharing in their combined grief and devotion.
"I want to, venom, I want to so bad it's killing me." the sobs continue, "soon, venom, soon."
Venom's body is muscle, pure strength. Capable of so much, yet right now all he wants to do is love, cherish. But he doesn't know how. Eddies tender coos and whispers soothe and steady him, giving him hope.
Soon.