Hey guys, I bring you more Veddie! Specifically for Lizzy0305's birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR FRIEND! You knew this was coming because it is our tradition now, one I am very very happy to continue for the rest of our lives tbh 😂 I'm immensely grateful that we share love for these two idiots, but even more so for our over a decade long friendship. Hope you're having the best day and still have time to read a little porn before you go to bed. LOVE YOU 💙💙💙💙💙 PS. sorry for the feels 😝

This actually started as something I was trying to do for a warm up to get back into writing, and suddenly I realised that it would be a great opener for this fic 😂 If you haven't seen Venom 3 you might not quite understand Eddie's nightmare, but it's basically the end part of the movie, which is uber sad for Eddie (to put it mildly). But they're alive and together and everything is fine.

This could be read as a sequel to the first fic in this series, but can also be read alone, either way I hope you all enjoy it, let me know if you did, much love xox

ART LINK: archiveofourown DOT org/works/51287914/chapters/153747259

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Black with veins of white, a flash of sharp teeth, milky eyes, otherworldly, symbiotic. Kin, chaos, disaster, betrayal. Monsters, tracking, hunting, hurting, no choice. The whoosh of the wind in his ears, the blinding light of an explosion, the heat of fire too close. The snap of bone, the grinding of metal, the crunch of gravel, the roar of an engine. An alien strength, a precise movement, a shared comradery, a common enemy. Throaty whispers, hurried instructions, hasty goodbyes. A deep ache, helplessness, despair. Alone again.
"Eddie...?"
The dream, his memories, happened in flashes, moments immortalised in his mind, none of which he cared to remember, especially not the end. The end...he couldn't, he didn't want to relive it, not again. Eddie tossed and turned in his sleep, the sheets twisting around his legs, his arms, his torso, just like his gut twisted at the memory of losing his love, suffocating him.
"Eddie!"
Grogginess, hollow, aching, finality. Release, New York, emptiness. Teaming streets, streams of people, faceless, meaningless. The stickiness of gum on his shoe, the tastelessness of a hot dog, the buzz of a beer. Harrowing silence, talking to himself, the world a blur. Bad days, worse days, making it out of the apartment days, wallowing in bed days. Determination, destination, promises to keep, wishes to hold onto. Giant, green, grand, aflame, mighty, powerful, Liberty. Still alone.
"Eddie, wake up now!"
No, not alone. Never alone.
"Eddiiieeeee!"
Eddie startled awake, instantly gasping, chest tight, panic already in control of his body, sight blurry with tears. The panic doubled as he tried to move but couldn't, so caught up in the sheets that he couldn't even sit up.
"Shhh, shhhh," Venom cooed, stroking a tendril through his matted, damp hair, while others worked to untangle him, "hush, Eddie, you were just having bad dreams."
"V-venom...?" it came out as one choked sob before Eddie broke down in tears.
Thick, strong arms slid around Eddie, holding him close to a firm chest, a purr like rumble emitted from the symbiote, soothing him slightly.
"We are alive, Eddie, remember, we survived," Venom reminded him, "we are here, no need for the crying thing."
Something wet touched his face as he sniffled, trying to get his breathing under control before he hyperventilated. It touched him again, and before he even opened his water logged eyes, Eddie realised it was the symbiote's tongue, gently collecting the streams of tears that had streaked down his cheeks. For some reason that was what shook him from his state of distress, and he stopped, going still in Venom's big arms. The tears evaporated, and his breathing came back to normal, the terrible memories, the horrid black hole of his dreams seeping away from his consciousness, back to the depths of his mind.
"Eddie?" he sounded uncertain, concerned even.
"I'm, ahem, I'm okay, V," Eddie assured him, though he still didn't let go of the death grip that he had on Venom's arms, "er, thanks for waking me up."
"It was not easy to wake you, we are sorry it took us so long," Venom apologised, giving the human a gentle squeeze, smooshing Eddie into his chest.
"It's not your fault, love, dreams are-"
"That is not entirely what we meant," Venom corrected him, a morose edge to his deep voice.
"Oh?"
Large clawed hands stroked Eddie's back as the symbiote spoke, "We are sorry that it took us so long to properly come back to you, Eddie, we did not want you leave you feeling alone. We did not want to leave you at all."
"Venom," Eddie started softly, "we've talked about this, it's alright, I understand, you did what you had to. I'm...I'm just glad that you're still here with me."
"But Eddie is still having nightmares...still sad because of them, because of us," Venom countered, part petulant, part frustrated, but mostly upset.
"Not very often, far less frequently now. But dreams are like that, y'know, they just sneak up on you and take you on a rollercoaster ride."
"We do not like rollercoasters," Venom stated quietly, almost growling, "we would stop the dreams for Eddie if we could."
"I know you would, V," Eddie sighed, then pried his head away from Venom's chest, and gave him a small smile, reaching for his head with his hand, "C'mere, love..."
When Venom's mouth was in range, Eddie leaned in and kissed him tenderly, fingers curling with enough pressure to ensure that Venom stayed put. The symbiote did more than that however, his long tongue slipping through Eddie's lips to twine around his own, caressing it. Eddie hummed contentedly into Venom's mouth, turning into a quiet moan the longer they continued kissing.

Tendrils slowly started to spread out across his body like black webbing, touching his bare skin, each end painlessly sinking below the skin, hooking into him to keep Eddie close. It wasn't just Eddie that had become more needy of his symbiote since they almost lost each other, Venom had also demonstrated in his own small ways that he was afraid of losing his human host again too. They'd spent a lot more time focused on each other recently, both intimately and not, which probably didn't help their (likely unhealthy) co-dependency, but certainly helped to mend the broken things inside of Eddie. He had an inkling that it soothed something in Venom too, but it was rare for his symbiote to divulge such things, and Eddie wouldn't push.

The longer they kissed, the more Eddie's body was claimed in ink, and soon the touches changed from calming caresses to deliberate, arousing ones. Eddie was inclined to allow Venom to continue, honestly he couldn't think of anything better to do that day…except!

"Mm, V, wait, I almost forgot I have an interview today, I gotta…mmmhh…get dressed…probably shower first," Eddie tried to sound definitive as he pulled away from Venom's mouth and that sinfully long tongue, but they both knew that he was weak for the symbiote.

"But we know what Eddie really wants, and it is not hot water, or clothes," Venom grinned that predatory smile he got when he thought that Eddie was playing hard to get - not that it ever lasted long – and kept a loose grip on his hips.

Eddie managed to reach for a white dress shirt on the top of the clean pile next to the bed, "Seriously, buddy, I need to show up to this interview, the government might've cleared my name, but we still have bills to pay," he tried, but then Venom's hand slipped from his hip to the inner sensitive flesh of his thigh, lightly scratching with his claws, and Eddie's body went pliant, head hung, mouth open as his breath caught in his throat, shirt limp in his hand.

"Hmm, okay we will help Eddie put his shirt on," Venom agreed, a dangerous purr in his voice, but that was the entire problem, he agreed too easily, and that never happened.

Eddie knew he was fucked, it'd be lucky if he even made it out of the house for his interview, let alone made it on time. Maybe he should just consider a job where he didn't have to leave the house, at least he'd have some chance of getting work done, nah, that wouldn't fly either, who was he kidding.

Dissolving and reforming wholly from in front of Eddie to behind him, Venom took the shirt from Eddie's loose grip and then by controlling his arms, helped the human to get his hands and arms through the long sleeves. Meanwhile thin black tendrils spread back over Eddie's hips and crept up his torso, lightly caressing and tickling the skin as they stretched higher, and lower.

Feeling encompassed by the familiar power and safety of his alien goo monster, Eddie stopped worrying about the interview, and gave in to the overwhelming desire that they both clearly shared; for him to filled and fucked into incoherency. The only thought he spared was for the perfectly clean shirt that he was now going to have to rewash, and then that too was cast from his mind as hot breath blew across his neck, droplets of thick saliva dribbling beneath the collar making him shiver.

"We knew you wanted this more, Eddie," Venom murmured in that dark gravelly voice that went straight through the human like a hot poker.

"I want you, V, always, forever," Eddie admitted, voice growing breathless as a thin tendril rubbed at one of his nipples until it was taut enough to curl around.

"You have us, Eddie," the symbiote assured him, "and we have you."

A huge hand gripped his thigh, as a tendril wrapped around lower, pulling his leg open, holding it there, and Eddie knew what was coming next, he was ready for it, keen, desperate for it. It was then that a small, thick tendril traced along his taint to his hole, lightly flicking the tip against the puckered rim, making Eddie's legs tremble with desire while sinking teeth into his own lip.

That sinful tongue licked over Eddie's throat while a skinny tendril grew in a spiral up the length of Eddie's cock, it was no surprise that he was already rock hard, Venom could stimulate him in ways that no other lover ever had a chance of achieving. Venom had ruined him for anyone, anything else from the very first time that he'd brought Eddie to orgasm, he'd known it then, and every time Venom touched him Eddie was reminded of the fact. Of course, the symbiote knew it too, and he was mighty smug about it, the bastard. God, Eddie loved him.

Circling under the head of his cock, the tendril undulated, and Eddie's head hit Venom's shoulder as he moaned, "Uhn, fuck."

Another moan spilled out directly after the first in response to Venom penetrating his hole with the tendril that had been teasing him there. Usually the tendril would swell in size, stretching Eddie until he felt like he would split open, but that time was different. It stayed the same size, however, Eddie felt a second tendril push past his rim to join the first, and then another, and another, wrapped up together inside of him until he felt filled. The texture multiple tendrils spiralled together created felt incredible inside of him, rubbing against his walls, and his prostate, making him whimper and shudder in Venom's strong grasp.

A loud rip signified the loss of another shirt as Eddie bucked against him, trying to fuck himself on the thick mass of tendrils inside of him, and moaning wantonly. At least he didn't have to wash it anymore, he supposed, it was headed for the bin now.

"So delicious, Eddie," Venom purred in his ear, and somewhere amongst it all, Eddie realised that the symbiote was in his mind, "we like how you crave our touch, how you desire us. We know you, Eddie, and we want to give you everything that you desire."

With each thrust of the thick tendrils inside of him, Venom brought forth to his mind's eye every time that he'd had Eddie like that, open, wanting, desperate to be fucked into oblivion by the alien goo monster that he loved. Some of the memories registered in his melted brain, attached to certain events, like his birthday, though one hit him hard, and Eddie's hands scrabbled for purchase on Venom, digging his fingers into his neck and forearm, holding him as close as possible as he remembered the last time that they'd made love before he thought he'd lost the symbiote.

"So good to have you back, V," Eddie panted, choked up on pleasure and emotions, "please-please don't leave me again."

A hand bigger than his head grasped at Eddie's jaw and throat, little tendrils splitting off from the clawed tips of his fingers to stroke through his hair as he turned Eddie's head to the side so that he could see milky white eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

"We're never leaving you ever again, Eddie," Venom vowed, the clawed hand wrapped around his thigh, growing tighter and digging in enough so the claw tips pierced his skin, making Eddie whine, "we promise. You are ours."

Venom had barely finished speaking before slipping his long, saliva slick tongue between Eddie's lips, pushing it in far enough that Venom had to have disabled his gag reflex. Eddie's eyes rolled back, the lids closing as he moaned and whimpered muffled by the tongue in his mouth, though growing louder as the tendrils across his body worked to bring his amped up body to the edge of orgasm.

The symbiote was all over him, inside him, he was everywhere, Eddie's mind could hardly make sense of it, only able to pinpoint certain places by the spikes in pleasure. One tendril curled around his nipple squeezed and plucked at the erect nub, while another thin one coiled around his cock like a vine teased at the slit in the tip, making the precome leaking from it dribble down, pearly white over deep red and inky black.

The hand on his thigh rearranged him easily like a plaything, spreading his legs impossibly wider, to pump in that breathtakingly thick tendril that was splitting him open even deeper, harder, tinier tendrils branching off inside of him to massage his prostate. He screamed in pure ecstasy around the tongue in his throat, and at the same time the other hand at his neck squeezed, and Eddie's whole body shook as he came so hard that his vision went spotty. With a stray braincell he thought that he might actually faint that time.

Maybe he did faint, Eddie wasn't sure, but when he was coherent enough to open his eyes he was lying on his back, a puddle of shapeless black goo spread across his torso, long threads stretched out like limbs, hugging around his body. It brought a lazy smile to his lips, and a warmth to his chest, it was one thing to be loved and desired, but another to be cared for and known, especially the way Venom did.

His arm was heavy, but he made the effort to bring it up to his chest, running his fingers through the black goo spread across him, and feeling Venom shudder from it. He cared for his symbiote too.

"I love you, V," he croaked when he thought that he had the ability to speak again.

"We will love Eddie for the rest of our life, forever," came the drowsy response.

Later Eddie would blame the flood of hormones released from his orgasm for the tears that welled up in his eyes, but in that moment he just let himself feel that utterly loved.

After a while, Eddie shifted on the bed, the ripped shirt getting trapped underneath him, which in turn prompted his brain to remember that he had things to do outside of spending the day in bed with his symbiote lover.

"Hey, buddy…"

"Yes, Eddie?"

"What do you think the chances are of me making it to that interview today?" Eddie queried, staring at the off white ceiling.

"Can we get ice cream after?" Venom inquired with a thrum of anticipation.

"If, provided that I make it, you are good during the interview, then yes," he agreed, though truthfully he'd probably get Venom ice cream regardless.

"What are we waiting for then?! Get up, Eddie! We have an interview to get to…"

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly, and swung himself out of bed, "Typical," he grumbled as he shrugged off the ripped shirt, letting it fall to floor on his way to the shower.