Cannibal Craving (Venom x Eddie Mpreg)

~Chapter 3~

Eddie's PoV

A month or so quietly goes by, Venom and I sticking to our schedule, with the exception of a few dates sprinkled about. We've also gotten the pleasure of Ashley routinely updating us on how everything is going with her and her new girlfriend, which was a really nice addition. It seemed like everything was going so well, and then of course, something just had to come up. 

Over the past few weeks, Venom had become suspiciously tender, and almost overbearingly protective. As if the strange behavior wasn't enough, it was even stranger when I noticed that Venom had stopped nestling up by my heart, and nestled down in the bottom of my stomach instead. I didn't think anything of it at first, but it became so frequent, it was nearly impossible to ignore. 

It was clear to me that there was something Venom wasn't telling me, and I knew that it couldn't go unspoken for much longer, whatever it was. I was already planning to bring the issue to light after work, so that we weren't distracted during our shift. But the longer I sat here, the heavier everything began to feel, as if gravity had gained an additional ten pounds. The night had just started an hour ago, so it was quite worrisome how warn out I was already. It seemed that with every passing second, I just regretted not staying home in bed more and more. Luckily, I was sharing a shift with Ashley, so we were getting things done pretty quick. Or at least she was. 

I dragged another box into my isle where Ashley was waiting to price them for the shelves, panting heavily as I dropped it into place. She watches me try to catch my breath, putting the price gun down and coming over to crouch next to me, rubbing my back. 

"Hey, dude, you feeling okay? You usually don't look so winded this early into the night," she asks softly. I shake my head, feeling a headache beginning to come on.

"I know, I have no idea what's wrong with me." I adjust myself so I'm sitting up against one of the shelves, closing my eyes so that the light didn't agitate the migraine that was already pounding at the inside of my skull. 

"Just sit right there, I'll get you a glass of water." Ashley runs off, leaving me in the empty isle, alone with Venom. 

It was a ghost town up in my head for the past few hours, and I can only assume that it was because Venom had realized that I was catching on to whatever skeletons were in the closet. I wanted to wait and save this conversation for later, but the situation seemed to be more pressing than what I first thought. It didn't look like I was left with much of a choice. 

"Venom," I say, trying to be sure that the symbiote was listening. I don't get a response, but I can feel how intently they were listening, patiently waiting for me to continue. "Vee, what's going on? Why are we sick, I thought you had control over that stuff?" 

They don't give me the luxury of a quick answer, making me lie in anticipation. I feel them shift softly in their spot, getting comfortable and settling in, before they say only one thing.

"Cannot interfere." 

I freeze in my spot, surprised for some reason that for once, my paranoia was deserved. There really was something wrong. But that made it all the more terrifying, as a thousand new questions bloomed to life in the matter of an instant. Is that bad? Why can't they interfere? Am I dying? Is Venom dying? What could that possibly mean?

"Can't interfere with what?" I question, unsure if I wanted to hear an answer. Venom doesn't say anything, the world going still. Something about this felt eerie, and deep down I knew that there was an answer in there that I was dying to hear. "Can't interfere with what?"  I repeat, more urgently this time. Awaiting my reply, I am left unsatisfied as Ashley rounds the corner and comes back to my aid.