Every Saturday morning, after heading back from a meeting with his network, Eddie passes a unique little French bakery. After hearing about these orange and dark chocolate chip muffins from the Paris Olympics, he decides to get them for venom. He's was asleep during the ride in the morning, he behaved during the meeting, so why not practice one of the most misunderstood love languages?

"Good morning, sunshine. You slept late, we ok after last night?"

They kissed last night. Slow, easy and consuming, pulling back at the last minute before hands got too close, things got too heated. It made venom tremble with want.

"We're ok."

"So what did you want to do today now that I'm done with the meeting?"

I've behaved the entire morning.

"I'm proud of you, vee. I could kiss you right now."

Please, kiss me all over.

It was a joke of a threat, don't behave and you won't get what I have planned to get you. He would've got it either way, he's that whipped for venom.

"I was joking, v. You could've came out today, people at the network love you."

Was tired this morning.

After last night, that makes the both of them.

"Hey, v? I picked something up after work. Saw it was dark chocolate and thought of you." Eddie doesn't have the biggest sweet tooth. He's fine with milk chocolate, but he can use one word to describe dark chocolate-

Evil.

The dark, bittersweet gives off an almost medicinal smell in Eddie's opinion. But love makes you do crazy things. He places the bag on the table, going to the fridge to grab his premade smoothie bowl.

The muffins from the Paris Olympics mess hall? Oh my goodness I love you!

And I adore you.

Psychological journals say that gift-giving is a misunderstood love language. It can often come off as materialistic. The question is, how is a 4 dollar bag of muffins materialistic?

"Normally you give a partner gifts on special occasions, but it's better to get little gifts that make you think of them." If venom was, lets just say, not a sadist that craves bitterness, he'd get a box of fudge bars.

He carefully opens the bag, picking up a muffin and chomps away. His normally menacing maw is now a cat-like grin and his eyes are shiny.

Hey Eddie, you are not eating.

How can he, he's transfixed on the glow of the symbiote eyes, silvery and half moon-like. On his planet, venom wasn't considered beautiful; but here in eddies little world, he could write countless sonnets for him and still have things left to say about his beauty.

"I'm just now noticing how enchanting your eyes are. They glow like the headlights on my bike. Bioluminescence?" venom nods hurriedly and Eddie glows. Everyone who's known him has said he had an aura that seemed to make him glow from the inside if only they knew how true that was.

Eddie…. Thank you. he passed the reporter a muffin. He takes a tiny piece, the cocoa powder making a film on his fingers. Not bad but certainly not good.

He mixed the contents of the bowl, raspberry and orange, eyes still fixed on the alien. He taps the aliens cheek, bringing the spoon to his mouth, Venom's wet and warm tongue finding its way around eddies finger and he sucks, the pressure of his tongue perfectly wearing eddies psyche down.

He looks at the image, mouth agape, trying to keep his cool. He gulps, the sound almost cartoonishly loud in the living room. His throat suddenly so dry that he could drink buckets of water and it wouldn't be enough.

"Eddie are you ok?"

Venoms asking the good questions. Eddie wished he knew the answer. He could find it out after he was done melting at the sight of Venom's tongue on his skin. Wanting more, craving his touch, he backs away, not wanting to cross that line just yet.

"I'm fine, just thirsty." yes indeed you are.

He's imagining that tongue in other places, still so warm and perfect, he gulps again.

Your making this so hard for me. No ones ever looked at me like this.

You have no idea what you're doing to me.

Don't cross the line just yet.

I'm trying. God I'm trying.

The moment seems like it goes on forever. A mental back-and-forth that's as painful as it is arousing. He pulls his hand away, not knowing what he would've done if he didn't.

"Calm down, Brock." he says to himself. He's eager to find a distraction, wanting fresh air so he doesn't act out of character.

"Hey venom do you want to take a ride?"