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Human bodies were strange. There were these small little digits that stuck out of their feet that helped them balance. They had these oval-shaped openings on either side of their head called ears. And they had plump, pink flesh that protected their mouth.
At least, Eddie did. Of all the humans Venom had ever seen, Eddie had the most luscious lips of all. And they always captured Venom's attention.
Eddie had a good routine to ensure that they stayed soft and smooth. Even when he was at his lowest and his apartment was a mess, Eddie made sure to rub this little gooey ball called ‘EOS’ against his lips before bed. When he asked Eddie what the purpose of this little ritual was, he was told it was to prevent his lips from getting “chapped”. Whatever that meant.
Venom didn’t have lips. But he found himself wishing he did. He certainly could make them if wanted to. There was not one part of the human body that Venom couldn’t recreate with his gooey substance. However, lips seemed to be one thing he just couldn’t get right. But Venom wanted to learn how to make his own. To see if they would be as pretty as Eddie’s.
And so, Venom studied Eddie's lips. He called it research. When Eddie brushed his teeth in the morning, Venom popped his head out behind Eddie’s shoulders to get a better look. He paid close attention to their reflection. Especially the way those delicious lips glistened when Eddie splashed water on his face. Eddie never asked why Venom came to watch this part of their morning routine. But he had to have known how pretty and full his lips were, right?
Humans usually flaunted their defined biceps or their wide hips. Why would Eddie be any different? Even if he was a loser, Eddie’s lips looked good enough to eat. No wonder he took good care of them.
This was always the part that confused Venom the most. He would never dare to eat his own host’s face off. But when Venom gazed at the way that cute, little pink tongue came out to lick his own lips from time to time, he felt a pang of hunger for Eddie deep in his core.
Perhaps Eddie didn’t know, but he shared everything he felt with Venom. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that Eddie’s lips were sensitive. Oh, so sensitive.
He suspected all human's lips were that way. Why else would they press their lips together to show affection? From what Venom could find in Eddie’s memory, his lips were certainly an erogenous zone. And every time he kissed Anne, Eddie had felt joy. And when their tongues had touched, it was pure ecstasy.
But like all the memories in Eddie’s head, the feelings associated with them were slightly dull and muted. Except for one, special memory that they shared. Tapping into that memory always made Venom vibrate with excitement. Their kiss in the woods.
It may have been Anne’s body that Venom had inhabited in that moment, but it was his makeshift, feminine lips that had kissed Eddie. Venom wished so badly that he had been inside Eddie in that moment. Just so that he could feel what it would be like to share a kiss with Eddie, and to feel what Eddie felt against his sensitive, full lips. The idea made Venom laugh. He was probably the only klyntar that desired to kiss their host. But Venom was infatuated with Eddie’s lips. He wanted to make lips of his own to kiss Eddie with.
But he had to know their shape and feel first. Venom hesitated, which he almost never did, one day when Eddie was eating this sticky, white substance that lacked any nutritional value or flavor. Greek yogurt.
And right now, this ‘yogurt’ residue was sitting on the corner of Eddie’s lips. But Eddie was working on a report and typing away furiously at his keyboard, too busy to notice. Venom really didn’t want to eat that little bit of yogurt, but he would be a bad symbiote if he didn’t help take care of the problem.
Eddie didn’t notice as Venom emerged from Eddie’s left shoulder and reached up with his long, pointed tongue. He dragged it quickly across Eddie’s bottom lip and froze at the sound of his host’s moan. Or was it his?
Venom’s tongue buzzed where he had licked Eddie. And Eddie’s sensitive lips were tingling.
“Vee, what are you doing?” Eddie whipped his head to the side with wide eyes.
“Cleaning up your mess. Like I always do.”
“Well, cleaning has never felt like that.”
“Whatever do you mean, Eddie?” Venom asked, feigning innocence.
“Did you not feel…” Eddie puffed out a deep breath and tried again. He wasn't always the best at articulating his thoughts but he was curious. He had to know if Venom had enjoyed that too. “Didn’t that feel good to you?” His mind was still reeling. His symbiote had just licked his lips and he couldn’t remember any sensation in his life ever feeling so good.
Oh, here was Venom’s chance to memorize the shape of Eddie's lips. “It wasn’t long enough. Let me do it again.”
Eddie’s pale blue eyes stared back at Venom’s white for a beat. Then he nodded, just once. The report and his laptop were easily forgotten.
Venom’s pointed tongue darted out across Eddie’s closed mouth. It was just as electric. And this time, Venom knew for a fact that both of them had moaned. He was able to feel how it felt for himself and for Eddie. Those sensations combined were enough for Venom to start purring. It was a low, vibrating noise that was akin to a kitten’s purr.
“You like that, Vee?
Venom’s eyes narrowed, even as his mouth hung open with his tongue sticking out. “We like that, Eddie. We both do. Very much, I can tell.”
Eddie nods in agreement. “Let me try something,” he says with a concentrated look on his face.
He cups the back of Venom’s head and brings him forward. Venom holds impossibly still as Eddie’s adorable little tongue runs against the ridge above his razor-sharp teeth. Exactly where his lips would have been. Venom’s purring intensified at the sensation of Eddie touching him and he let out out a deep groan. His eyes popped open as he realized—he didn't need lips to kiss Eddie after all.
“Again.”
Eddie chuckled but obeyed. This time, his little tongue left Venom’s mouth glistening with his saliva.
“Good, Eddie. Just like that.”
It was Eddie’s turn to shiver. He grabbed either side of Venom’s head and dragged his tongue against Venom’s. They moaned into one another’s mouths. And before he knew it, Venom’s tongue had delved into Eddie’s mouth to explore. Their tongues intertwined.
Venom’s tongue was long enough to twist around Eddie’s twice. And this time Venom felt the vibration of Eddie’s moan against his own open mouth.
Eddie pulled back for a breath. “That was insane.”
“It was. Let’s do it again.”
Even though it was a lost cause, Eddie fought for dominance against Venom’s mouth. It made Venom growl. He let more of his form emerge from Eddie so that he could hold the man properly in his arms. Venom proceeded to lean behind Eddie and clear everything off his desk, with the exception of his laptop which he set down gently.
“Thank you, baby,” Eddie says, grateful that Venom saved their work. They’re both breathless as Venom grasps Eddie by the hips to set him onto the desk.
Baby. Hmm. Even though he was far more powerful than an infant, Venom liked the way Eddie had said it so softly. “That’s what you used to call Anne.”
“And that’s what I’ll call you now.”
“I like the way that sounds. And I like the sounds you make when I do this,” Venom says as he licks into Eddie’s mouth.
“Sounds always were your weakness,” Eddie says with a chuckle.
“Ha ha, Eddie. That’s very witty of you. But you’re wrong.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Sounds aren’t my weakness. Those pretty lips of yours are.” Venom grasped one hand against the base of Eddie’s throat as he delved his tongue deeper and deeper into Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie struggled to keep up. Every time they came up for air, Eddie looked at Venom’s teeth and shuddered. Those ruthless teeth could easily tear him apart to shreds but Venom held them back.
“God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at your teeth the same way again.
Venom flashed him a bright smile with his impressive rows of teeth on display. "You like?"
“We both like.” Eddie says, repeating Venom’s words from earlier.
Venom gave him a quick wink. “Then you’ll like this.” He scraped the ends of his sharp teeth against Eddie’s jaw and continued to draw them down the side of his neck.
“God, Vee. That’s so good,” Eddie rasped. The skin was so thin that there were small lines of red running along the expanse of his skin. Venom was quick to heal the injury so he could do the same to the other side. Eddie groans and clutches against Venom's wide shoulders.
“I don’t know what’s crazier, the fact that I’m kissing my symbiote or the fact that he knows exactly what I want.”
“I’ve always known what’s best for us,” Venom says while resting their foreheads together, giving them both a slight pause to catch their breath.
“Let me finish this damn report. Then I can hear all about what you think is best.”
Venom doesn’t pause as he takes over Eddie’s hands and picks the laptop up off the floor. He taps away at the keyboard at lightning speed. Not more than five minutes later, Venom hits the space bar with a final thud. All 67 pages of his report are typed up, including a perfect transcription of his interview with Cletus Kasady.
Eddie chuckles, astonished. “I should let you do the typing more often. Why didn’t we work so quickly before?”
“Because we didn't have this to look forward to,” Venom says while licking a long stripe across Eddie’s perfect, plump lips.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring one another's mouths. Later that night, Eddie slept peacefully in Venom's arms after another long make-out session in the bathroom. Venom took one lingering look at Eddie's lips in the mirror and couldn't resist reaching out for a taste.
That had been over two hours ago. Venom was content. Happy even. He had finally been able to kiss his Eddie. And he didn't even need to create his own lips to do it.