Eddie Brock and Demon Venom: MINE

Chapter Nine

Eddie wished he hadn't done it. He hated himself for it. Tossing himself onto his bed, he groaned.

Why had he been so foolish? He actually believed that the demon cared for him! But no, as soon as he had opened the fucking door, the demon was gone.

He had to admit, watching the thing grow huge, leathery wings was fascinating but it all went away when the demon shot up into the sky and left him. He left him. Alone.

Without even saying goodbye!!!

That fucking bastard! Eddie didn't know whether to be angry or just plain depressed over the fact that the demon that had taken him as his friend had ditched him. And for what? What could there possibly be out there that was better than what Eddie had given the demon?

Food? Well, Eddie had literally given the monster a human a few hours ago along with Chinese...which he bought! Special! For the occasion!

Eddie fumed.

Screw the demon. Who cares about him anyway? He was probably only just using Eddie. Yes, that's what the demon had done. Used and abused him. Used him as a fucking toy and then discarded him once the snake got what he wanted. And Eddie wasn't going to let that slip out so easily.

Why? Why had he been so foolish?! Seriously, he was with a freaking demon! And why? Because the demon literally jacked him off the first night they met? Seriously, is that what it came down to, that Eddie had handed himself willingly over to the demon just because of a few sexy times?

Eddie couldn't believe himself. He cursed silently, cursed his job, cursed his bad luck, cursed the demon. He thought he had been special to someone again. Finally. The feeling of being understood. Being cared for. Being loved.

But no. The demon didn't care. The demon didn't understand. The demon didn't love. All the demon was good at doing was manipulating him and making him put his guard down so he could shove him to his knees and abuse him.

Eddie whined and tried not to think about it. He hated the memories that flooded his brain as he lay there, eyes closed. He saw the demon again for the first time. He had been so scared.

He remembered the words the demon had whispered to him, trailing that utterly disgusting but wonderful tongue all over his puny little body, making him gasp and whine for more.

He could see the demon's mammoth hands working at his heated skin, loosening him up and softly pressing against sensitive areas. How those long, strong fingers flowed across him, down his sides and inside his trembling thighs. He could still feel where the demon had opened him up and gulped.

He wished the images would stop, but every time he willed one away, another would pop up.

The demon cornering him in the office, beautiful eyes and deadly teeth inches away from Eddie's.

The demon's black, liquid-like skin flowing and shining in the dim lights. The muscles bulging and rippling like waves on the sea.

Those large eyes. So white, so milky, and opalescent. So beautiful. So.... hypnotically dazzling. Irresistible. Eddie mostly found himself staring at them unless the demon had his full attention on Eddie. Then the man would turn his head away shyly, goading the demon to kiss him to make him look up at him again.

God, Eddie hated it and loved it at the same time.

Those hands....so strong, yet so gentle. Eddie trembled in delight. They were so huge! Literally three times with size of his hands! They could wrap around both of his wrists without any trouble and engulfed his dick, making it look puny in comparison. It was half the length of his torso, which should have scared Eddie, but instead it turned him on.

And the thing was, he didn't know why!

And that tongue! Eddie shivered by just thinking about it. It was so thick, so wet! So utterly disgusting and revolting but at the same time desirable and hot. Copious amounts of saliva coated it non-stop and the pink flesh curled softly as the demon spoke.

Teeth. Too many teeth. But it made Eddie hard just thinking about them. What they could do to him. What they had done to him. They were large and white, as long as his middle finger at best. He remembered the pain and aroused feeling he had felt when the demon had claimed him.

Tracing his hands over the scars on his belly and shoulders, he scowled a little at the feeling. Before this they felt good. But now, they felt different. There was nothing Eddie wanted more than to just get rid of them!

But even so, the pictures wouldn't stop flooding his mind. They started becoming more and more intense and lifelike now.

The demon slamming him onto the table, growling out deep, lewd phrases and salivating like a starving predator as he looked over the submissive form of Eddie.

The demon rutting into him like a wild animal, fucking him senseless and possessively sucking hickies all over Eddie's soft, fragile body, marking him as his.

The demon whispering dirty words into his ear as he slowly licked and gently, softly, tantalizingly kissed the man, wicked intent behind where he placed each and every single one, enjoying how Eddie wriggled and struggled to contain his composure and dignity.

Eddie opened his eyes and found that he was sweating. He groaned again and passed his hands over his face, annoyed.

Why did he get so aroused so quickly now? Probably because of that stupid demon. Made him sensitive again like a little bitch in heat. He looked down between his legs. He was raging a hard on.

Shit.

He wasn't going to jerk off. Not tonight. He didn't feel like it. And he didn't feel like getting up to get a cold shower either.

No.

He would just ignore it.

That was his only option.

Before long, Eddie grew drowsy and, with the dim lights and silent room, quickly fell asleep.