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“This is ridiculous,” Eddie muttered under his breath.
His right foot took a stiff step to the side, followed by the left, a step back with the right, followed by a step back and to the side with his left. He struggled not to think about the movements, to just let his body follow through with Venom’s prompting. Over the past few months, the sensation of symbiote occasionally puppeting him, pushing against Eddie’s will to subsume it with his own, had become easier to handle, but in this instance…in this instance…
“Stop resisting,” Venom chided in his head.
“I’m not–” Eddie grit his teeth for a moment, doing his best to make his will smaller, to give Venom the reins without opposition. “This is embarrassing.”
“Why?” Venom asked. “Because you are an insecure loser who does not know how to dance?”
“Because I’m an insecure loser who’s dancing by myself on the roof in the middle of the night!” Eddie snapped back.
Venom chuckled and Eddie’s face grew hot, the flush of embarrassment at whatever it was Venom thought they were doing on the roof of the apartment building at eleven p.m. on a Friday night.
“You are not by yourself,” Venom said matter-of-factly.
Eddie sighed, tipping awkwardly as Venom continued to pull them in a stiff approximation of a waltz. Around them, the city provided its nightly chorus in lieu of actual music to dance to: the rumble of car engines, distant laughter and muffled voices, the occasional plane passing by overhead. “Look,” Eddie muttered uncomfortably, “I get what you’re trying to do…Dancing can sometimes be, I guess, romantic. But even if we’re dancing together, this isn’t really dancing… together. ”
Venom was silent for a moment before Eddie lurched forward as the internal grip on his legs released, the black substance of the symbiote rising to the surface on Eddie’s waist and chest, extending out and forming itself into Venom’s massive torso, connected to its host by ropy tendrils of inky black. The goop of the alien’s form pressed outward from his shoulders, forming his arms, hands, claws already sliding behind Eddie’s back and interlacing with the fingers of his right hand as they formed.
Venom grinned down at him toothily, now towering over Eddie even as they remained connected at the waist.
“Better?”
Eddie blinked up at him. “I…uh… woah!”
Eddie lurched to the side, reaching his left arm up and grabbing hold of Venom's shoulder as the symbiote resumed control of his--their-–legs, moving them once more in the steps of the dance. The symbiote’s claws pressed gently into the small of Eddie’s back and curled protectively around his right hand, an approximation of a proper dancing couple’s pose, sans the second pair of legs.
Eddie tried not to focus on his feet, tried his best to let Venom lead him. He’d never really been one for dancing, though he’d been persuaded to do it at the occasional friend’s wedding in the past, still, Venom was making an effort at… something , and Eddie was quietly amused and endeared by that. Not to mention, being held in Venom's arms like this was, well...satisfying.
“Well?” Venom asked.
Eddie raised a brow at the symbiote. “Well what?”
Venom looked smug, his bright eyes peering down at Eddie with interest. “ Are you sufficiently wooed?”
Eddie choked on a stifled laugh. “‘Sufficiently wooed?’ Wow. How are you so bad at this?”
“I learned from you.”
Eddie snorted, grin shifting into a grimace. “Right. Of course.”
The symbiote chuckled with affection. His clawed hand pressed against the small of Eddie’s back, claws curling into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. Eddie’s heart beat quicker, reluctant to admit the strange thrill the experience was beginning to instill in him. There was something different about Venom's closeness here like this, instead of beneath his skin.
“We knew you would like dancing, Eddie.”
Eddie swallowed with mild discomfort, having forgotten yet again that there was no hiding his feelings from the symbiote. “It’s…not really my thing…”
“Do not lie, Eddie…You like dancing with us.” Venom grinned down at him, pleased and cocky, just shy of downright gloating at being right. “You like the closeness of it, what you consider intimacy…You like being held, like the feeling of giving up control to another, being guided, led.” He leaned his head nearer, claws curling tighter into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. “ You like being this close, being pressed up against me…It makes you want more, want my claws on your skin, want my tongue in your-–”
“OKAY, alright, that’s enough.”
Venom chuckled giddily, tongue curling from between his teeth as Eddie sighed through the flush on his cheeks.
“I was going to say ‘mouth.’”
“Sure you were.”
Venom grinned and leaned down closer, his teeth brushing the stubble on Eddie’s face as the symbiote’s jaw opened, tongue unfurling to press against Eddie’s mouth. Eddie swallowed his embarrassment and pursed his lips in a warm kiss against the alien’s tongue before allowing Venom to press onward, indulging for a moment the pleasured satisfaction of the symbiote filling up his mouth in a way only something wholly inhuman could do.
He stroked his own tongue along the bottom of the symbiote’s, coaxing gentle movements from the other, ripples of affection flooding his mind from their shared bond. They remained for a moment, intermingling, and Eddie reveled in the strange sensation of knowing both his pleasure and his partner’s, the push and pull, the give and take, both the sensation of wanting, and of being wanted.
Venom withdrew slowly, teeth scraping Eddie’s cheek and chin, and Eddie closed his lips around the symbiote’s tongue til the last of it slipped free of his mouth, leaving Eddie feeling empty in its wake. Venom remained close, tilting Eddie’s head back and craning down above him, pressing their foreheads lightly together, his tongue now stroking with affection along Eddie’s jaw, his neck.
Eddie closed his eyes as Venom pulled them closer together, more of the symbiote’s substance stretching between them, binding them tightly at the waist. Eddie realized absently that he’d stopped thinking about his feet altogether, that Venom had assumed full control of his legs and it hadn’t even crossed his mind. They moved now as one, circling, swaying, step-by-step, a fluid dance no longer stumbling through their opposing wills.
“Hey, V-–?”
“ Eddie.”
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think I’m sufficiently wooed.”