Venom I (boyxboy)

[5] My Hero.

[[[Important stuff]]]~ So, a first fanart happened! The person I dedicated this chapter to edited a photo of Ruberman Rodriguez (Venom), and I edited that edited photo into what you see to the right :)) The person's fanart is the image in the corner, and the thing I edited is the bigger one :D As you might of guessed, that's Venom holding his scraped arm. Thank you IzzyAndXavier for the fanart~! 

     Now, if anyone else wants to do fanart for this book, please feel free to do so :)) I will edit them a bit and use them in a chapter (in case they fit the happenings) and I'll dedicate said chapter to the devoted fan :3 Yush... I just used the word -edit- five times. 6 with this one. 7 with the one at the very very end. Damn am I being professional ;3 

     Enjoy~! 

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     Through the darkness surrounding him, Venom's senses went wild when the taste he never dreamed of getting to feel again invaded his mouth, leaving a fiery warmth on its trail as it flowed down his body. His hand instinctively followed the wave, sliding from his collar bone to his abdomen, which was contracted as his hips raised in need. His throat vibrated as he let out a muffled moan, which slowly escalated to a whine soaking wet in pleasure. The taste beyond description brought with it blossoming memories of the last time he felt it.

     The crystal clear sight of the hero panting above him as his arms started shaking, the liquid leaking from his throat like a waterfall of rose red ink. It was quickly poisoning the villain's remaining sanity, corrupting it with a lust that didn't give him a chance to think.

     Consciousness interrupted his flashback like a switch, and his eyes opened to greet the ceiling. His mouth was parted widely, fangs deeply shoved in flesh.

     The hero froze as he watched the process. Venom's brightly blushed cheeks, widened teary eyes, raised hips, panting chest... There it was... Emotion... Even though he couldn't sense it with his powers, it was plain and obvious emotion. Lust, for his blood. He did that to Venom. Broke his shield of emptiness, even if just for a minute, turning him from a cold, gracefully craved statue into a... feline was the only thing he could compare him to at the moment. White sharp fangs and big round eyes surrounded by ruffled, messy hair...

     Shaking his head at his own thoughts, Klaus spoke. "Behave, kitten...". He then pulled the arm back from his mouth, wrapping his wrist with bandage.

     Venom sat up slowly, reaching to scratch his arm, the healing cuts tickling him. A hand grabbed his before getting the chance to, though. Moving his eyes to the bandage, he gasped as he realised it had been replaced. Trailing up the hand gripping his wrist, he eyed the hero. "Keep your paw back if you want them to heal." Klaus scolded teasingly.

     Venom tried his best to not let his panic show. Looking at the detective, he saw the pity in his eyes. "Please don't send me back to that place..." he begged quietly, eyes moving back to his arm.

     "Venom, you need help. " Josh spoke, as the villain predicted. Shaking his head, he shot him a pleading look.

     "I don't... I can explain... I just..." he huffed, searching for an excuse, which proved to be difficult under the daring gaze of the hero. "I felt bad about having killed all those people before entering the mental hospital... So I just... Wanted to feel at least a tenth of the pain they felt-"

     "That's bullshit." snapped Klaus, having had enough of his lies. He hated him and the way he could easily influence everyone- his friend Josh included- with that blank face of his. Ever so blank, empty, unfazed... How can his mask be unbreakable under all that silent madness he must go through? How did he freely answer their questions as if the cuts weren't there, as if they didn't hurt. How did he freely lie, having had all those peoples' deaths on his conscience? "He is not sane..." Klaus whispered.