The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 9: Venom

Spiderman

I look back at where I saw him last as I try to wrench Venom's black webbing off my wrists. What even was the point of him coming?

"Peter Parker..." Venom growls.

Shit. Shit shit. Get out, get out.

I put the sole of my foot to the wall and push against it while leaning forward with my torso. I can hear the webs start to detach from the wall.

"C'mon, c'mon." I hiss through clenched teeth. "Where the fuck are you, Wade?"

Right as the webs rip away from the wall, Venom reinforces the binds around my hands, then webs my feet to the wall.

Fuck.

"It'ss been awhile, Web Ssslinger," he hisses.

I can feel myself shivering. "When you're not around, no amount of time is too long," I spit.

He growls, digging his claws into my side. I look away, fighting my reaction to the reopening wounds.

I wince. Motherfucker...

"I own you, Sssspiderman." Venom's voice rumbles in my ears. "You're mine." His long, slimey, forked tongue finds the seam of my mask, caressing my neck to my disgust. I firmly press my lips together as he licks beneath my mask in search of my lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck

I tilt my head back. My efforts are met with more scratch wounds to my back now. I yelp at the pain and his tongue finds its way into my mouth. I gag. I can't breathe. My body twitches, trying to get away as his tongue inches down my esophagus. He digs his nails into my back and lifts my mask, his tongue moving up and down my mouth. He rips the back of the suit as he starts to undress me.

CLICK, CLICK. The sound echoes throughout the abandoned building for what seems like an eternity before we hear a voice. Wade's voice.

"Venom, if you don't get your claws off and take a step back, I swear, I will not fucking hesitate to blow your motherfucking brains out of your motherfucking skull."

Wade, help.

Venom's tongue returns to his own mouth and I cough violently. His thick saliva is still choking me, and its the only thing I can taste. I open my eyes and watch as a man I shouldn't trust takes on the alien that tries every week to kill me. Deadpool stands his ground, holding a shot gun against his shoulder, finger against the trigger, ready to fire, and Venom hunches over, claws twitching ready to attack. Suddenly, Venom screeches at him and Deadpool doesn't wait. He fires a shot and Venom staggers backward as the buckshot does its damage to his chest. A second shot and he screeches again as he hastily crawls out the window as drops of black blood hit the ground in pools.

Wade throws the gun behind him as he runs toward me. "Spidey!"

I open my mouth, leaning my head back trying desperately to get in a solid breath. Wade rolls my mask up farther so it passes my nose. It isn't helping.

"Spidey, what do you need? What do you want me to do?" He asks, pulling out one of his many knives and cutting the webbing from my legs then my hands. "What did he do to you? Shit..."

My stomach heaves as I try to get in a breath. Still can't speak.

"I swear, I will never say this again," he mutters, "but, spit." He five stars the middle of my back. In shock from both the pain and the force of the hit, I cough up a thick wad of slime and fall to my knees. I inhale greedily. Wade kneels next to me.

"Where-- the fuck-- were you?" I mumble.

"I saw you get tied up and I knew a pistol wouldn't have done shit to that guy, I teleported home to get the shot gun. If I had stayed, we'd both be stuck to that wall."

I sigh, then cough. "Didn't I say no killing though?" I look up at him.

"Hehe....uhhhh..." he rubs the back of his neck.

"Wade..." I warn.

"Yes...you did say no killing, but if I had killed him, I wouldn't have felt the least bit sorry. I wanted so badly to end him for what he was doing to you. You have no idea how bad I wanted to kill him. I should've used a grenade launcher." He growls, anger overflowing into his words. I stay silent, not knowing what to say. Why does he care that much what happens to me?  "I know, right?...Ungrateful..."

I close my eyes and laugh as he helps me stand, quietly fighting the cough that follows. "Thank you, Deadpool."

"You're welcome, Webhead... he does look....yeah...yikes..."

I look up at him.

"Oh uhhhh...Logic and Insanity were just saying...you look...uhh..."

"Horrible? Fucked up? Like I'm bleeding out?" I ask, sarcastically.

"Yeah...you okay?"

"Of course. I love being throat fucked by an alien's slimy tongue. Just Marvel-ous."

**see the pun lol...I'm not funny...**

"So you're saying if I were a big black alien freak with a long slimy tongue, and I--"

I stop him there, cringing. "Can you just take me home? I need a shower and lots of mouth wash."

Maybe if it were you, it'd be different....

Whoa....what the fuck, Peter...aren't you straight? I'm straight, right? I swear to God, I'm straight...stop it..

"Fast way, or the even-faster way?"

"Even-faster. I'm bleeding a lot if you don't recall."

"Okay, but you might not like this. It took me almost a month of constantly doing it to get used to and I have the super powerful healing factor. So brace yourself."

I blink when I see a quick flash of white and when I look around, we're back in my apartment.

Huh... the teleporter... I guess that wasn't....so....bad... Oh shit...

I start to droop as my stomach ties itself in knots. I slowly feel my brain shutting down.

"Spidey?" I hear Wade call, as my eyes slip closed. "Peter!"

What the--