Symbiote Madness (Venom One Shots)

49! More bonding?

Anyone wanna see something with Dan or Annie too? Maybe both? 👀

There was a knock on the door. Hatch. Whatever. Eddie blinked. Obviously it was Drake knocking, seeing as he was the only other human trapped in space with them and Riot didn't seem like the knocking type. That there was knocking at all was weird. By unspoken agreement, they'd avoided each other as much as they could in close quarters. Well, after the initial shouting match where he'd called Drake a lunatic, Riot had called Venom a traitor, and everyone had established that dying in the vacuum of space was a good thing to avoid. Eddie secretly kept it in mind for a plan B if it turned out there was no other way of stopping Riot's plan.

Well, not secretly from Venom, obviously. Though they hadn't quite worked out if they were on the same page for a heroic sacrifice yet.

The knocking came again. Eddie wondered what Drake would do if he didn't get an answer.

'Brock, I know you're in there. It's about the symbiotes.'

Huh. Maybe Drake finally believed him about what Riot's real plan was? Probably not. 'Yeah, okay, hold your horses,' Eddie called out. 'Uh, little help?' he said to Venom.

Of course.

Eddie suspected that Venom liked showing off his cool zero-G moves. They made their way to the hatch with only a minimum of flailing, mostly relying on Venom's tendrils to anchor them to various bits of the room. They pulled open the hatch. 'What do you want, Drake?'

Drake was positioned as casually as he could be. None of Riot was manifesting, so he used one perfectly ordinary human hand to anchor himself next to the door. Hatchway. 'I'll be brief. You know our food situation isn't optimal.'

Venom grumbled loudly in the back of Eddie's mind. The astronaut rations were enough for half a dozen humans, but not a lot of it was suitable for Venom or, presumably, Riot. Some part of Eddie knew what Venom was doing to his body in order to live. He mostly tried not to think about it. Venom healed the damage as soon as he could. They were fine.

'Yeah, your evil plan kind of sucks.'

'It's not an evil-' Drake cut himself off with a visible effort. 'Look. By now you've probably noticed that masturbation helps with the symbiote's hunger.'

'What!?' Eddie yelped. Whatever he was expecting from Drake it wasn't that. And what?!

Drake took in his panicked expression and grimaced. '...Or not. God, could you have made this any more awkward?'

Eddie stared at his... business enemy? Villain? Did he have a nemesis? Is that what this was? 'Could I have made this any more-' Eddie started to say. He wasn't the one who'd brought up jerking off.

'I noticed,' Venom interrupted, forming a small head on Eddie's shoulder so he could join in.

'What!?' Eddie repeated. 'Also, don't just tell him something like that.'

Venom's head bobbed defensively. 'He asked. And he said it was about food.'

'Yes, it is. And thank you, Venom,' said Drake. Eddie didn't like the way Drake was staring at Venom.

'We don't like you,' he said and melted back into Eddie.

Something flickered across Drake's face but it was gone before Eddie really registered it. 'Nonetheless, the chemical compound human hosts produce during sexual stimulation is only going to become more important during this journey.'

'Dressing it up in scientific language isn't going to change the fact that you came here to tell me to jerk it more. For Venom.'

Drake's jaw clenched and Eddie grinned. 'You really don't see where I'm going with this, do you? I'm going to have to spell it out. Humans are a social species and sex also serves a pair-bonding purpose. I haven't had a chance to test it, but I suspect two humans are capable of producing more of the compound together than they could apart.'