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Eddie is woken up by the sudden feeling of his own hand in his fully erect penis. He wishes it was the first time something like this happened.
By the faint blurs of memory that come to him, he can piece together tiny fractions of the very wet dream he just woke up from. Still drowsy from the lack of decent sleep, he does the same thing he did all the other times and ignores the brick inside his pants, heading to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.
For almost the entirety of the year, it was a weekly occurrence for him. In the past month, it became more frequent, with Eddie having to keep himself from masturbating at least two times a week. But this week, a cold week in the middle of November, it was happening every single day. He lays in bed to relax and sleep after a tiring day of very hard work and has these dreams. Not the same, but always about the same thing.
Him and Venom having sex.
Before the dreams, Eddie had never really thought of Venom in that way. He had thought about sex, obviously. It had been a long time since Anne and he felt like there were cobwebs forming between his legs. But he never even entertained the idea of masturbation, concerned about how it would affect Venom and their… Friendship? Mutualism? Situationship? Whatever they had. But after having multiple wet dreams about the same person for an entire year, you just have to ask yourself if there's something more to it.
Every night it was a different setup, a different position, different dirty words being whispered and moaned by both of them. Most of the times it was rough. Eddie was a bottom in every single one, though, which really hurt his manly pride, but also made him feel so turned on. He would never admit that, but just remembering the illusions of having a cock up his ass made him drool.
Sometimes, it didn't even feel like fucking, but rather making love. He shakes away the thought as quickly as it occurs to him.
Eddie was fully aware that Venom knew all of this was happening, but the symbiote still chose to say nothing about it. He figured it was probably for the same reason that Eddie wasn't touching himself. It would be a really awkward conversation to have with someone who you need to share a body with all day, every day. "Hey pal, I was wondering if you'd want to fuck me sometime, no hard feelings if not". Eventually they would have to talk about it, but neither of them really wanted to.
He notices he's thinking about it too much. And if he's thinking about it, so is Venom. Heat starts rising to his cheeks, and the silence in the apartment starts feeling agonizing.
– How was your night? Sleep well? – Eddie murmurs nervously while stirring his coffee. There's tension in the air, and he's not sure why. Surprisingly, they usually never got weird about each other after the dreams.
– We didn't sleep well. We are tired. Want more sleep. – Venom says slurredly and the tension slightly lessens. – No work today.
– Venom, I need to go to work. Where do you think the chocolate comes from? Someone has to buy it. And to buy it… – he takes a long sip from his coffee while staring into nothing – …I need money.
– But Venom can't talk to Eddie in work.
– Come on, man, you don't even talk to me at home. – He says faintly and immediately feels a hint of embarrassment coming from the symbiote after he finishes his sentence. – I didn't mean it like that…
– We need to talk to Eddie… Important. – Was it hurt that Eddie heard on Venom's voice? He wasn't used to it, and wished he never had to hear it again.
– Okay, we'll talk. What's it about?
– The dreams.
Good Lord.
Eddie spills all his coffee on the counter, and almost breaks his mug in the process. Now? Really?!
– Uh… What… um… what dreams dude? – he says as he tries to wipe the mess he just made. Great job, idiot, he thinks to himself.
– The dreams of us having intercourse. Does Eddie not remember them? – Venom notes casually, as if they were talking about what to have for dinner. Eddie's cheeks turn bright red as he starts to pace around the cramped apartment looking for something to clean up the kitchen, hoping that Venom doesn't realise just how nervous he is.
– Oh. Those ones.
Eddie looks around the place to find a hole to shove himself in.
– Why is Eddie nervous? There is no need. – Easy for you to say, he thinks. – Venom wants to help.
Help?!? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
– Help Eddie de-stress… – Venom answers, almost as if seductively. Because of course he had to take advantage of the fact he can read all of Eddie's thoughts in the worst possible moment.
– What the fuck is that supposed to m- Eddie gets cut off as a sudden wave of calmness washes through his body. His dick is hard again. – Oh, c'mon man. – The phrase supposed to be a reprimand came out as a whimper.
Next thing Eddie knows, he's collapsing onto his couch, and Venom's face is hovering over his own. He watches his "lips" move, but it takes a few seconds until he properly digests what Venom is saying to him.
– What if we made the dreams reality?
Eddie's cock twitches inside his pants. Muted by sheer shock, Eddie closes his eyes as he feels a sort of tentacle forming out of his back, slowly going down to his ass crack.