Venom II (boyxboy)

[8] Grandpa.

[Alex in the image to the right]

     Venom and Klaus lay on the bed, each part of their fully exposed skins connected as they pecked each other. Maintaining a relationship for over two decades required intimate moments like these, especially when said relationship involved bipolar episodes. They'd just embrace each other for hours and enjoy the endless moments, in a silent reciprocal forgiveness.

     And so they lay there, Klaus's hands cupping his lover's face as he pecked his lips repeatedly, before parting to stare into his adoring hazel eyes. Venom would snuggle as close to the ex-hero as possible, enjoying the warmth and closeness between them.

     Their legs were tangled up in each other, chests waving in unison, hands having minds on their own, lips twitching for one another. Moments like these were as meaningful and passionate as the act of love itself, at least to them it was. And they enjoyed every second of it, minds blissfully empty as they had not a care in the world.

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     Alexander, though, didn't benefit of that state. Instead, there he was, sitting at the same table with the figure he grew up to imagine as a faceless devil in a fancy suit, from what Venom and Klaus told him about the man. Yet he was anything but fancy as he sat there with a beer, waiting for his visitor to eat, in his plainly dark outfit.

     Still, the superior and daring look in his eyes made Alex shiver. Either that, or the cold icepack he was pressing against the back of his head.

     "So is it everyday you go around stabbing people?" he asked casually, despite the situation being anything but casual. "Like father like son, they say. But I'm more than sure you know all about that."

     Alexander's eyes widened, and for the first time since they sat at the table, he looked up to see his knowing expression. He couldn't possibly...

     "I know my son better than anyone else, I can tell how his past affected his parental skills." he said, not a trace of guilt in his tone.

     Alex moved his gaze back down in embarrassment, uneasy as he considered just how much the man knew about him.

     "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, eyeing the bowl of peanuts placed in front of the runaway. "I know it's not much, but I'm on a different diet, as you might know." with those words, his gaze not so discreetly moved to Alexander's neck.

     After a few moments of silence, the man continued. "Not talkative?" His tone displayed a trace of irritation, and it was all it took to make Alex speak.

     "No, Stutzer." he mumbled, pronouncing the family name determined. Venom rarely mentioned it, but when he did, his tone would reveal such coldness and hatred that the name remained craved in Alexander's mind.

     The man scoffed, tilting his head.

     "Call me Elias... Or grandpa..."

     Alex winced, still unable to accept the situation. It was too much to handle. From all the people in the entire city, he had to choose that man... the man he thought to be dead... the man whose blood was still on the piano's lid...

     Looking up, he met his dark grey eyes. They were a smooth, foggy grey, watching him emptily, each second in eye contact sending shivers up the runaway's spine. He emanated coldness and a smell of... nothing. He smelled of nothing, unlike any other living creature that had its own natural scent.

     Alex wanted to leave... badly. He stood up abruptly, the chair he has been sitting on slamming to the ground.

     "Stay away from my family." he deadpanned, dropping the pack of ice on the table, next to the untouched bowl of peanuts. "Venom has had enough, and so had I."