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Dark Reign: Sinister Spider-Man #3

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WHA— BABYCAKES! 

[ TACKLES THE SYMBIOTE COVERED MAN INTO A HUG! ]

Where you been cutie!?

Avenging and ... stuff.

But it’s okay! I’m here!

[ THROWS THING TO THE GROUND. STOMPS ON IT!!! ]

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“You’re late.”

“Bullseye came back and I got scared...”

It almost makes him cry.

Don’t care so much about me, he wants to murmur against those lips that press so sweetly against his own. It’s Mac, he can tell in the reverence of each touch, each barely there kiss. It’s the man and not the symbiote in the way he’s clutched tightly against that warm body.

Fingers smooth along shoulders, nails digging in lightly at the meat of his back, at the nape of his neck. Robbie wishes he could drown in the tenderness of Mac’s kiss. It’d be a nice way to go, just that warm feeling at his chest making him feel like he’s worth something.

Affection gives way to something darker so quickly it draws a sharp breath from his lungs. Pinned between couch and Venom’s comfortable weight, he’s left vulnerable and the way those claws drag down his body is enough to remind him of that.

Shaking breath slips free and his back curves with those hands, yielding into those large hands, into the promise of pain and pleasure. Toes curl and muscle strains along his thighs. When did he become so impatient? When did he feel so starved?

They’re both monsters looking for attention.

“C’mon, big guy,” he hears himself saying breathlessly. Hands grip the back of the couch instead, giving the symbiote everything with easy submission, presenting himself without hesitation, and letting him have control. After all, wasn’t that what Venom craved? Freedom? What better way than unhooking his legs, spreading his legs a bit lewdly and uttering husky words.

“…’m all yours.”

“You don’t trust him?”

The words come out against dark lips, meeting Mac’s plea without fear. Even if the other man doesn’t trust the symbiote, he does, and nearly closes distance between them. There’s something heady in the raw adrenaline, of Venom rising to his offer and gripping onto his body.

“I’ll feed you both, Mac.” I’ll take care of you both.

It’s whispered out with shallow breath and he cradles the monster’s jaw, pressing close with lidded eyes. Because he knows, no, he’s known, that this was never just a puppy dog crush. There will be bruises where those hands grab and he doesn’t mind. Not when he’s leaning up and chasing those fears with a ghost of a kiss.

“You’ve both got an appetite, I know,” Robbie murmurs, “But I wasn’t suggesting you gorge yourself on my intestines Mac.” There’s something fragile, something quiet, in his voice as though he’s afraid. Not of being killed, hell it’d be a relief, no he’s afraid of causing Mac harm. So he’s talking, quiet and fast between their lips.

“No one has done this with you for a while huh? Get close enough. Well not without being ripped apart.” His jeans are down by his ankles, boxers following soon. It’s maddening how warm those seeking tendrils feel against his skin. Leaning back against the couch, fingers coax the brunt of that large body closer. Pushing up, it’s easier now to press a kiss against the corner of that feral maw.

“C’mon big guy,” he murmurs, “don’t scare Mac. You’re not going to kill me, right? You’ll be a good boy playing with me?”

God, he wishes he could just shut up, but it’s easier talking to both of them because he can see the way they struggle for control. Robbie cradles his jaw, legs slowly curling about ebony hips, heels digging in at the small of that broad back.

Just let go, he wants to say, just do it.

“Let’s satiate one hunger before getting food.”

Mac nods, unable to really say anything at that moment in time. He just listens, the symbiote becoming more dormant for a short minute. Mac knows he doesn’t have much time, personal time, with Robbie tonight so he pulls the other as close as he can, lips brushing over lips and trying to muster every emotion he can into the kiss. 

Mac knows it’s a parasitic relationship, that Venom has most of the control, that without it he would die, but he wanted the majority of Robbie, wanted him to himself. That’s where his greed came into play but also because he shared something more emotional with Robbie. With the symbiote, there’s no emotion, just hunger and need and destruction. The only one that realy ever fully got control of him wa Norman and that had to do with medication as well but maybe Robbie was different too.

In no time the symbiote is back, no trace of Mac there except maybe the silhouette, just barely taller than Robbie. Claws drag gently down his chest and stopping at his hips, holding him there. Trying to be gentle but at the same time, making sure he felt everything, claws digging into skin, enough to leave marks. Wanted him to hurt in the best way possible.

Later. Later he’ll mourn the way fabric rips too easily under those large hands. Claws ghost against his skin, nearly puncturing and something hot rises up, coiling in his belly in answer. It’s not like he hadn’t considered it, this, letting Venom gorge himself. That dark part of his mind, the part addicted to pain, to being ripped apart and left begging, had toyed with it more these days.

Because Fred had left him aching. He’d woken him up and left him starved. With the monster atop him he doesn’t have to beg, doesn’t have to feel like a mess contorted with jealousy and hunger all at once.

Mac, hell, even the symbiote, wasn’t that cruel.

Venom is akin to a wild dog some days, a hissing starved creature that wants to rip things apart. Robbie knows that maybe he should be afraid (god that thought has crossed his mind a lot too). But — “Yeah, guess it is,” he says, welcoming the invasion of his personal space instead of recoiling. “Mac is probably pulling your chain,” come the soft whispered out words as he looks up at the monster. He wonders. It’s that niggling little thought that’s taunted him for weeks and he’s just so tired.

He doesn’t care if Venom rips him apart.

“But he doesn’t need to does he?”

Heart in throat, he meets those empty eyes evenly, breathes in the symbiote’s heavy exhales, and lets his hands fall away to instead push himself up off the couch. Fingers pluck away at buttons. His shirt lands somewhere on the ground.

The invitation is left before Venom, the button on his jeans popped open and zipper drawn low. Robbie is considerate of the fact the symbiote has a hard time with delicate things. Fingers smooth along inky darkness once more.

“You’re just hungry because no one’s taken the time to feed you.”

Dark blue eyes crinkle with his smile.

“I trust you, big guy. It’s okay.”

Mac is screaming for Venom to not do this. Not devour this man whole and for a good minute he wins, the symbiote retracting for just a little, tendrils still laying in various places over Robbie, hands settled on his hips and his head rested against Robbie’s.

They’re both internally screaming, fighting but he’s not going to show the other man that, not for this little minute. Lips are barely inches from his.

“You shouldn’t,” his voice is hoarse, he’s gripping on to Robbie almost like a lifeline. He wants the contact, more than Venom does probably. 

He summons what courage he has, trying not to lose eye contact with the other. 

“I need you, in one piece...” 

Even if Mac is there and speaking, the symbiote’s tendrils are slowly trying to consume him again, snaking their way back up.

There’s a laugh, something warm. It’s interesting how easily these days Venom draws out such an simple thing. Only Vance had humored him, drawing forth the forgotten ring of gentle humor.

All this from a monster.

The body grows smaller under his hands, sinking and moving of it’s own. He’s learnt it’s something the symbiote does on his own. A little quirk that careful eyes, careful touch, caught up on. He doesn’t need Venom to be so concerned though, no, Robbie finds the strange silken warmth of the symbiote almost soothing. So hands smooth down along corded neck and rest upon the broad chest above him.

“Of course I care,” he murmurs, petting idly while watching the way those features change and shift drastically. Mac himself was equally expressive without the symbiote fully in control. Now he grins, scratching under Venom’s jaw like one might a cat.

Only this isn’t a cat.

Not even a pet.

“How terrible,” Robbie says, “If that’s all you’ve had you must be starving.” In more ways than way, hang the words at the back of his throat. He can see it in the way tendrils lick and curl about his fingers as they travel in idle circles about the beast’s abdomen.

“Want to get something to eat?”

A low guttural sound emits from the beast. It can hear Mac practically whining to be in it’s shoes right now, so to speak. Weak. It wanted to laugh.

Perking up at the question, Venom nodded again, claws unknowingly kneading into flesh, puncturing clothes.

“Is that even a question?” 

It moved closer, dangerously close, that grin widening, an almost vicious undertone to it but no. Mac was trying to hold the symbiote back. Robbie meant so much to Mac. He wasn’t sure what the symbiote wanted, whether he just thought Robbie was just another meal, a weird sort of ‘owner’, he wan’t sure but Mac knew he wasn’t going to let Robbie go. 

He’s always careful about how he addresses Mac and Venom. Always mindful of the fact they’re different and the same.

Robbie is dwarfed beneath the whole of that body, drowned out in inky darkness. He’d seen Venom bear down upon men, devour them whole with hunger. Those fangs are dangerous to some but by now, after so long— well, here he is looking up at the monster with a smile that softens the longer he stares. Fingertips dance along those sharp teeth as he listens to both Venom and Mac utter noise.

“Yeah—? Cause it seems almost like you want to eat me,” he murmurs with a hushed tease. Robbie talks to them as though it weren’t odd to be so close to the team’s uncontrollable beast. He talks to him like a person, not a monster.

A thumb runs along the wet length of his tongue, playfully smearing saliva across the long jaw. Arms circle about broad shoulders and fingers begin to knead along thick muscle.

“They not feed you enough again?”

“Woulda’ already done it if I wanted to.” 

If the symbiote had it’s full way, maybe, but Mac was still conscious. Always conscious.

Venom never once shut it’s mouth, allowing Robbie to explore. At his question, it’s head tilts, shaking a ‘no’. 

“Had me under lock and key. Couple of scraps but nothing much.” 

The symbiote shifted, becoming just slightly smaller just as to not overwhelm Robbie. 

“You’re the only one that cares,” the S comes out as a hiss as it practically melts under Robbie’s touch, that dopey and toothy grin just widening.

“— You’re staring at me funny again, big guy.”

And it’s not as though he’s entirely unaccustomed to the sensation of Venom all but LITERALLY breathing down his neck. There were some things he just took as second nature. And Mac was a fixture in his life that was soothing.

The rest of the team just saw a dumb brute.

But Robbie — well maybe he was a little fucked up. Either way he reaches out to rest a hand over the bulk of the black symbiote’s arm. It was always a bit tricky, figuring if Venom was in a mood and if Mac could control it.

Doesn’t stop him from slowly petting.

There’s no maliciousness in the closeness to Robbie as tendrils snake their way over Robbie’s hand before leaving. Right now Mac and the symbiote were one. He moved closer, all but almost laying over the other to get more of those touches, a weird sort of purring emitting from him, Mac’s voice down there somewhere.

The whites of his eyes widened to take on a less ferocious look as his tongue lolled out, completely relaxed, tendrils enveloping Robbie’s hand, urging him.

      Mmmmmwah!

What was that for? Not that I’m complaining you know.