evolve - symbrock

5

eddie picked up his beer and sipped it sparingly. though he was accustomed to sitting at the bar counter, the likelihood of him engaging in an argument with his symbiotic pal kept him hiding in a booth.

the condensation from the cold bottle trickled down onto his fingers, and after the initial shock of the rather cold temperature, he took to watching the droplet slink down his hand. as it travelled further, the icy sensation that started from its initial position continued throughout his fingers, then to his palm, and it soon spread to his whole hand. it wasn't until his entire forearm was tingling that eddie realized he had spilled nearly half his beer on himself. "um— miss! can i get another beer?" he immediately called out to the woman circling the bar. she winked in confirmation, and eddie smirked to himself whilst wiping off the frothy liquid from his arm.

"you are a desperate loser" venom hissed.

eddie groaned in frustration. "i am by no means desperate, she's just a pretty girl. sue me for fucking smiling—" he quickly cut off his speech as the same woman approached with a new beer.

he accepted it with a grin, and the woman then bent down to the same eye level as eddie. "what's a hot guy like yourself doing sitting here and talking to himself every week?" she whispered.

eddie very quickly became flustered. "w—well everyone's got there thing, huh" was an adequate enough answer. stiff as a board, the woman stood up and placed extra napkins on the table.

"in case you spill more beer," she leered at him, "just call if you need anything." as she walked further and further out of earshot, eddie began furiously cursing to himself. sure, he came to this bar often, but to be fair it was the only place he could get a drink within a few miles of his cruddy apartment, and yeah, he did spend quite a hefty portion of his time in this establishment staring off into space and seemingly talking to no one, but that was the farthest from the truth. eddie brock was never alone, whether he liked it or not.

"she liked you, even though you are a weird loser" venom spoke in a light tone, almost as if they was taking note of the occurrence.

"yeah, thanks a lot for that buddy" he took a much less conservative swig of his beer. as the sour taste continued down his throat, he came to a sudden realization. "and will you stop calling me loser, it's annoying..." his voices trailed off as the beer bottle made contact with his lips.

the cold glass sent a jolt down his spine, yet he persisted in sucking down every last drop from the bottle. it was a combination of a stinging, burning pain and the bitter taste traveling through body that made him aware of the tendrils emerging from his esophagus. when this second epiphany occurred, eddie started to fear that he would start choking at any moment, however, the tentacles surfaced from inside his mouth and wrapped around it, forming a strange, gooey layer between his plush, pink lips and the cool breeze that bit at the rest of his body. he curiously reached up to touch vees latest creation, and as his fingers met the coating they coiled around each digit, eagerly consuming and protecting every inch of visible flesh. if eddie was being honest, it felt absolutely fan-fucking-tastic, and as each bit of venoms mass rolled over his skin, he slowly tilted his head back and moaned into the sensation.

"you are a loser, eddie. i know you agree" venom brought up their previous dispute.

eddie, however, was a bit preoccupied with his new symbiotic accessories stimulating every corner of his being. "w—what are you doing" he groaned.

"you were cold" venom laughed to himself, clearly amused with his actions.

eddie tried to place the beer back on the table, only to have the tentacles extend and push it further away from him. so far, in fact, that it toppled over the edge of the table. before eddie could respond to venoms childish rebellion, the bottle hit the floor with a loud crash, surely sending small shards of tinted glass throughout the bar and earning the attention of a few sober patrons amongst the crowd. "what the fuck was that for??" he cried out (from pleasure or embarrassment, eddie didn't quite know) as the waitress returned to the table, a look of confusion atop her face.

"everything ok?" she began to clean up the larger pieces glass. although eddie attempted to move and help her, venom kept him locked in place, tendrils still wrapping further around his torso, then to his thighs, and eventually encompassing his entire body.

"we're not finished."

eddie was desperately trying to ignore how incredibly aroused this whole feeling made him, words barely slipping past his freshly colored lips. "yeah, it just slipped i guess," he chuckled weakly, "im really sorry about that."

managing to pry a hand free, eddie bent to pick up the few shards within reach, ignoring the sharp pain it sent to his dick. when his eyes met that of the other woman, she gave a warm smile. "it's fine, you're lucky it was empty. you're not too screwed for another, right?" she straightened to meet his gaze.

"oh, you're screwed alright."

eddie shook his head as he tried to maintain the demeanor of a sane man who most definitely wasn't masking his boner under the sanctuary of the small, wooden bar table. "if i was, you'd know it."

the woman giggled away from the table, only turning back to face the man whose breathing was now far from normal. "oh, and nice lipstick" eddie grinned through his moans.

[heads up, we're getting into saucy territory]