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As Spider-man, being the hero of New York and what not, Peter was used to being in dangerous situations. From having buildings collapsing on him, crazy alien space ship attacks, to dangerous criminals trying to kill him, he had seen enough danger to not flinch even if a gun was pointed at him. Plus, working part-time as an Avenger made danger a normal part of his life.
That being said, he had yet to develop a proper sense of self-preservation. Because apparently he thought it was a good idea to grab a bite at 1:00 am, all alone, without his phone while also deciding that taking the dark back alleys would be a faster way to get back to his dorm.
Which was how Peter found himself now.
“Give me your money!”
His back to an alley wall, some asshole asking for his wallet and a gun in his face. What a wonderful way to end the night. Although in his defense, he completely forgot how dangerous the place was because he’d been busy with university. And he was Spider-man. So yeah, sue him.
In fact, where most people would be scared with the idea of being robbed, he was just annoyed at the guy for ruining his perfectly peaceful evening Happy Meal run. He had a deliciously warm burger and crispy fries that needed to be consumed before they got cold. He groaned loudly, rolling his eyes.
“Come on dude, seriously? I just finished cramming for a paper. I do not need this right now.” He replied to the man with a gun pointed at him (see: no self-preservation).
Before the guy could wonder if the kid had a death wish, he was knocked unconscious by a sudden hit to the head. Peter stared at the now unconscious man before looking towards his would-be savior. Just a few feet in front of him was a silhouette of a man holding what looked like a bag of groceries in one hand and a pipe in the other. As he stepped closer to the light of a nearby street lamp, he got to see more of the man’s profile.
Peter could feel a warm blush cover his face once he could see him entirely. A tight black shirt with a denim jacket covering broad shoulders and a well built chest. Thick legs wearing ripped jeans and dark leather boots. A chiseled face covered with stubble. Thick brown hair cropped short. Intense, dark brooding eyes with thick eyebrows.
He was hot. He was really really hot. And totally Peter’s type.
Dropping the metal pipe and the groceries, the man approached him slowly, probably trying not to spook him. Not that he could with how busy Peter was with ogling the very attractive man in front of him and his chest that looked really firm because damn, the shirt wasn’t leaving anything to the imagination-
“Hey are you okay?” The man asked, and God help him because his voice was deep. And sexy. Very sexy. A mix of gruff and husky that, instead of being scary, just made him flush harder.
Peter Parker, now is not the time to be fantasizing about some stranger who saved you.
It was admittedly difficult not to though. Not when said stranger giving him a soft and concerned gaze with those eyes of his. He gently placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder which sent shivers down his spine and he was hot all over again but wasn’t it like night time in autumn? Why was he suddenly sweating like crazy?
“Look, everything is fine now, you don’t have to be scared. I won’t hurt you.”
Peter’s brain took its sweet time processing-goddammit stop being gorgeous Mr. Hottie!-and it took him a few tries to answer because his mouth decided it was a great time to act like gaping fish and a broken record.
“I-,” his voice suddenly squeaked like he was going through puberty again. Peter cleared his throat. “I’m fine,” he finally stuttered out. Wow nice going Parker, really smooth.
The other man looked at him carefully, before finally backing off to give him space. The hand left his shoulder and he suddenly missed the warmth, barely stopping himself from following.
“Are you sure you’re ok? We can go to the police if you want? There’s a nearby station.” He asked, already bringing him out of the alley, but Peter shook his head. He was fine, he could handle himself. The mugger was deep in the alley, unconscious, while they were out in the open street where it was safer.
Besides, he went out in nothing but his Empire State University hoodie and Avengers pajamas while the man in front him looked like he came from a photo shoot. Talking to police while looking like this was not how he wanted to end the night.
“I’m alright. You don’t have to worry about me. Thanks for saving my life by the way.” He smiled although he was feeling a little embarrassed at the idea that Spider-man had to be rescued from a mugger. It was usually the other way around, so it was kind of weird to be on the other end of that experience.
“Well your choice,” he shrugged. “Still what are you doing outside in the middle of the night?”
Peter sheepishly brought up his Happy Meal box. The other man just cocked an eyebrow.
“Pretty sure that it’s past your bed time kid. Don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“College doesn’t allow for the most stable of sleep schedules.”
“College? You look like you’re barely out of high school.”
Peter flushed in embarrassment. Not this again. He did not need another reminder of how baby faced he is. Or that people kept mistaking his voice for an 8-year-old girl.
“I’m 22 you know,” he told him, almost pouting. He just smirked in reply.
“Could have fooled me with the Happy Meal and the pajamas.”
Peter gave a sound of protest. He liked these pajamas, thank you very much. They were his first purchase when he finally managed to sell his Spider-man photos so he wasn’t going to let this insult stand.
“I’ll have you know that these pajamas are very comfy and I can buy a bottle of alcohol without cashiers asking for my ID.” He crossed his arms and tried to glare at him to show he was serious. It didn’t work.
The guy had the gall to laugh, “Now I know you’re a kid. No sane college student calls it a ‘bottle of alcohol’,” he replied while making air quotes.
Ok, Mr. Hottie was turning out to be a jerk. Time to leave.
“Well excuse me for being young looking.” Peter wanted to turn his head but realized that would just make him look bratty and even more like a kid. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a burger that’s getting cold. So, thanks for saving my life and all.”
The benefit of getting slightly annoyed at Mr. Hottie is that he could finally turn away and not get distracted by the amazing specimen of masculinity-stop it brain!
“Hey wait.” Before he could leave, the guy grabbed his arm.
“Look, I’m sorry for calling you a kid. Didn’t mean to offend you.” Mr. Hottie gave him an apologetic smile and damn Peter couldn’t stay angry when he looked so cute. Stupid sexually deprived brain.
“Apology accepted,” he told him with a smile. He gave a smile back.
“The name’s Eddie by the way.”
“Oh, so we’re at names now?” Peter quirked an eyebrow, “You take things pretty fast Eddie.”
“Actually I’m just polite with the damsels-in-distress I rescue. Chivalry and all that”
“My hero! It’s nice to know I’m being treated like a princess.” He suddenly gave a version of a curtsy, a very awkward pajama curtsy that made Eddie laugh.
“I can see you rocking a corset to be honest,” he said smiling.
Peter laughed loudly at this. He was also told that if he wasn’t so muscular he would be very androgynous looking. So he knew he could totally rock a corset. And a full on dress. This thought gave him an idea.
Giving his attempt at a sexy smirk, Peter tilted his head and stepped closer to Eddie. Keeping himself a foot away, he leaned into the other’s space and seductively placed his hand on Eddie’s chest
“Oh, you wanna see me in a corset? Sounds kinda kinky.” Peter had no idea where he suddenly got the bravery to flirt but it was worth it for Eddie’s reaction. He saw Eddie’s eyes widen before chuckling.
“You almost got mugged and you’re suddenly flirting with me? Now THAT’s kinky.”
Peter placed a hand on his heart, like he was insulted by the insinuation and not thoroughly enjoying it, “We’re not flirting. We’re just talking.”
“Says the guy who wanted to play with corsets.”
“You were the one who wanted it.”
“So you’re gonna do it then? Wear a corset for me?” Eddie took a slow step closer as he said this, their chests almost touching. Peter could feel the other’s warmth through the small distance between them. He suddenly lost the bravado he had and went back to being an awkward mess. He blushed furiously at the seductive lopsided smile Eddie gave him. The way he asked, with that husky tone of his, sent a shiver of pleasure through Peter’s spine.
He felt himself take step back. Eddie kept on walking closer. A few more steps and his back was once again on a brick wall, only for a different reason. Eddie was slow to follow, probably giving him to change his mind. Or maybe being slow and sexy was just natural to him. Either way, Peter didn’t want to go. He let himself be led to this. He let Eddie get closer and closer, until one of his arms was resting beside Peter’s head and he was just a hair’s breadth away from him.
Eddie towered over him, and Peter had to raise his head just to look at his face. He was silhouetted by the street lamp above them, making his features look sharper, more chiseled. His eyes, slightly hidden in the shadows of his face, still managed to give off that intensity that made Peter want to squirm in a good way. Like nothing could take his eyes of you. Like you were the only thing he could see. Like you were the only thing that mattered.
“You never answered my question.” His gaze kept Peter’s words stuck in his throat. How could he answer when dark intense eyes left him like a man thirsting for their impossible blue. Made him almost want to sink into their depths. To get lost in the ocean and never resurface.
Peter took his time but managed to answer him.
“I could, if you asked nicely.”
Eddie suddenly got even closer, the distance between their bodies gone. Both of Eddie’s hands were on the wall, essentially caging Peter in. Peter didn’t feel trapped though. No, he actually felt desire curl into him. Knowing he had him here, hands so close that he could almost touch him, and that they both wanted it. A sense of anticipation was in the air, electricity that threatened to spark something that could easily go out of control. But something told Peter that was the very thing they both wanted to happen. With Eddie this close, Peter could see the color of Eddie’s lips, pink and luscious even in the dark of the night. If he leaned in slightly, he would be able to kiss him. Find out what Eddie would taste like.
“What’s your name.” The question was barely a whisper, breath between open lips that were so achingly close they almost touched. Peter opened his eyes, never noticing that they had closed to begin with. Looking into Eddie's eyes, he gave him an answer.
“My name is Pe-“
Or tried to.
Because the moment he was about to utter his name, a loud groan came from the dark alley. This was all it took to break the spell that had fallen between them. Both of them jumped away from each other, blushing furiously. Peter took in large breaths, his heart going a mile a minute even though he never moved. He noticed that he wasn’t the only one who wasn’t unbothered. Eddie’s face had a warm flush, his breath coming out in large puffs too, and was keeping his gaze on the ground.
They stared at each other for a moment before another groan from the alley sprung them to action.
“So… I think I should go?” Peter told Eddie, voice almost like a question if he should even go at all. The other just nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. This weirdly shy Eddie brought a smile to Peter’s face.
“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Eddie asked him. Peter reassured him that he was fine and turned to walk away. He let out a mental groan of frustration. He made a face, annoyed that what they had got interrupted. He should have just gone for the kiss, but he was too busy being mesmerized by the other man’s eyes.
Stupid pretty boy being pretty.
He sighed loudly, fully ready to just sleep and ignore the problem down south that had grown during the…thing that just happened between them. But a he suddenly remembered something that had him quickly turning back, and calling for Eddie.
The other had already turned to his phone by then, probably calling the police about the guy. At the sound of his name, Eddie looked up and saw him walk back.
“My name is Peter by the way.”
Eddie looked at him in with wide eyes, before quickly composing himself.
“Peter,” Eddie tested the name on his tongue and Peter liked how he made it sound so enticing, “nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too Eddie.” Peter gave himself a mental pat on the back when he managed to not stumble on his name.
“So… I guess I’ll see you around?” He had a small smile that looked at him hopefully. He smiled back at him, a bit awkward but genuine.
“Ye-yeah. Yeah. We’ll see each other around.”
With that, Peter finally turned away and walked back to his dorm.
It took him the middle of reheating his food to realize that he never even gave his number.
"Goddamit!"
Eddie watched the brunet walk away. A small sigh escaped his lips as he thought of how close he was to kissing him. Those pink lips of his were so enticing that when Eddie was close enough, he almost lost his self-control, wanting to just ravage the kid.
Young adult. He wasn’t a kid. He was a 22 years-old college student who only looked like a high schooler. Thank God for small miracles, like finding out the cute kid he rescued was a perfectly legal adult who also shared a mutual sexual interest. He did not need pedophilia and statutory rape on top of the other cases they could file against him.
“Urghh, where am I?”
Of course, it all depended on whether they found the evidence to file them. Which usually wasn’t since Venom was very efficient. Speaking of which.
He felt him materialize on his shoulder, a black flowing mass of muscle and liquid and organism creating a monstrous face with large teeth and a long serpentine tongue. To most people, Venom looked like a monster from a nightmare. To Eddie, it was the face that he loved.
“Finally, I’ve been starving Eddie,” said Venom in his growling voice. He looked towards Eddie in what he could assume was a face showing his upset. But having huge blank whites for eyes and a face that was permanently etched into a smile made interpreting impressions difficult sometimes. Eddie felt a bit bad though, that he forgot to find him food. But in his defense, he was preoccupied by a certain brunet.
Peter
The name was so short and simple, something that suited the kid. He was awkward, always stuttering, always blushing, yet there was a playfulness that bellied the shy exterior. It made him so irresistible. The way he flirted with him, trying for a seductive smirk that looked too adorable to actually be sexy. The minty scent of his shampoo that he could smell the moment they got closer. The warmth of his hand on his chest. That small stature, those big brown doe eyes, that cute smile.
His breath coming in small gasps, the white column of his neck, the taste of his mouth, the warmth of his insides as he pounded into-
“Venom! What the hell?” He shook his head to rid the images and scolded his alien companion. The other just gave an unapologetic smile.
“Don’t lie Eddie, you know you wanted him. You were half way to ravaging him then.”
Venom had a point. That didn’t mean he could bombard his thoughts with lascivious images (although he could appreciate them later when they were alone in the comfort of their home).
“Don’t you want to eat your dinner first?” He told the symbiote. Venom took this chance to move them away from the light and into the shadows of the alley. There, they saw the mugger slowly awaken.
He wouldn’t be for long though.
In an instant, Eddie Brock was gone and Venom stood in his place. The mugger only had a moment to scream before Venom’s jaws bit off his head.
It took Venom finishing his meal and the two of them finally reaching their apartment for Eddie to realize something important.
“Goddamit, I didn’t give him my number!”