Wrapped In You [mpreg|sequel]

viii

Abel notices something's not right more than three weeks after seeing that man again.  He realizes that Carnage has stopped hunting, has stopped eating people, and he knows he should be happy, but he can't help feeling empty.  He feels the hunger pangs, the thirst, the emptiness he can't fill no matter how much he eats.

It's beginning to take its toll on his body, though he tries to ignore it.

Carnage, at this point, is solely focused on finding him.  Abel only figures it out when he begins to piece everything together, when he notices that Carnage always goes back to the roof of that shop.

This night, however, Carnage is silent.  Abel stares into the dark, hand over his heart as he breathes deeply.  He feels soft rumbling in his chest, something akin to soft snoring that can only belong to the symbiote.  It tickles, but it makes Abel feel utter relief.

There are no angry thoughts attacking his mind, filling his head and making it ache.  There are no spews of hateful comments and words that make him shrink back, that make him feel like complete failure.

There's just silence.

Silence and his needy body.

He closes his eyes and lets his hand travel down his body, down to his nether regions.  He slips his hand into his sweats and wraps his fingers around his length.  He muffles his moan at the feel.

It's been so long since he's touched himself, since he's felt pleasure and not pain.

He bites his lip and breathes harshly, slowly setting a pace that brings him close to the edge.

He whimpers.

Fuck, it feels good.

It feels different.

Naughty.

Abel flinches at the deep voice whispering in his ear, eyes opening wide in surprise, heart rocketing inside his chest.

Carnage is looming from above him, cradling him in.  He stares at the boy, liking the look of pleasure on his flushed face and wishing he can see more.

His hand wraps around the boy's little cock without permission.  He strokes, tugs and twists, rubbing the slit dribbling pearly precum until Abel's back arches off the bed.

Carnage continues, though his eyes are focused on the little clenched hole hidden from view.  He licks his sharp teeth before he leans down and wraps his tongue around Abel's throbbing little cock.

Abel shivers, whimpering at the warm wet feeling.

He's so close.

But Carnage doesn't let him come yet.

The symbiote is finding himself hungry, too hungry to hold back.

He presses a finger into the tight ring of muscles, growling when Abel tenses.

The boy pushes at Carnage's head and tries to wiggle out.

Carnage lets him, only for the boy to flip onto his hands and knees.  His pert little ass wiggling in front of Carnage's eyes almost teasingly.

Carnage growls.

"Wai-Wait," Abel whimpers, trying to reach for the lube in his night stand.

Carnage doesn't have the patience for that.

Without warning he delves his tongue into the tightness.

The sudden intrusion makes Abel's arms weak as he collapses onto the bed with his hips in Carnage's tight hold.

He chokes on a sob of pleasure.

He feels full, stuffed.

That slithering tongue teasing his prostate relentlessly.  His cock is practically weeping.

"Ca-Carnage!" He gasps, hands twisting the sheets.

Carnage hums, the sound ripping an orgasm from Abel without warning.

It's only then that Carnage pulls off and admires his work.  Eyes trained onto the little fluttering hole wet and slick, open just for him.

He grins.

Shoving his thick pulsing cock inside Abel without warning.

Abel who whimpers at the stretch.

Tentacles soon come out to play as they drape over his body, hold him still and tease him.  Tentacles that rub his erect nipples, that wrap around his softening cock and bringing it to life again.

He rocks his hips, wanting to feel Carnage already.

Carnage gives him what he wants, fucks him until he loses consciousness when they near round three.

Fucks him so thoroughly, that he can't sit up when they're done.  His lower back in knots, aching with the memories.

He feels used, he feels sore in all the right places.

And Canrage, the little parasite, sleeps contently in his chest.  As if nothing happened, as if he didn't just fuck Abel into oblivion, didn't just pump like a gallon of cum into his aching body.

He wrinkles his nose, god he feels full.