Wrapped In You [mpreg|sequel]

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Abel feels weird after that night. 

In all honesty it's all he can think about. The symbiote's touch, his hot breath on his skin, his hands toying with him, his tongue.  The memories don't seem to let go of him and more than once he wakes up with sticky thighs and a pulsing cock buried deep in his aching, hungry, little hole.  Always stuffed, always full.  He can't complain.

But there's so many things wrong with this, with their dynamic and their developing relationship, if he can even call it that.

Because for one, he's not gay.

He's not!

No matter how much he liked it, enjoyed it even, he's not.

Two, Carnage is... well he's Carnage. A carnivorous cannibalistic alien. One set out on revenge, one that's always angry, always grunting monosyllabic answers to his never-ending questions. He's annoying, frustrating, and deadly. And yet... yet he makes Abel's heart flutter, makes him feel weak.

He makes Abel feel wanted as he fucks him until he's oversensitive and sobbing, makes him feel almost loved when he takes care of him afterwards.

Carnage shows a side that Abel has never seen, a side he never thought capable of a mons- of a misunderstood alien, like him to have.

Abel frowns, staring at his wrists and knowing that his hips are equally as bruised from Carnage's possessive hold. He traces his fingertips over the purple and blue patterns on his dark skin. This isn't healthy, this thing he has going on with Carnage. But he can't bring himself to stop, to stop the alien, to stop his growing feelings.

He knows, though, that Carnage will never return said feelings.  

To the symbiote, he's just an easy fuck, just a desperate hole begging to be filled.  In exchange for what?  Letting the symbiote wreck havoc?  Letting him use his body like a puppet?

He sighs, closes his eyes and breathes.

He doesn't feel like doing anything, doesn't feel like moving.  He's tired, sleepy, and sore.  He doesn't want to think anymore, doesn't want to feel.

But Carnage has other plans.

His tentacles slither out and wrap around Abel's legs. Not to part them, but to take control of them. Abel frowns.

"Carnage, no," he groans, closing his eyes.

Carnage doesn't listen and simply makes Abel stand from bed.

Abel's lower back protests and he has to hang onto the wall for support.

Carnage growls and Abel barely manages to brace himself as they sneak out of his room through the window and Abel realizes then that he will never get used to this. To sneaking around in the middle of the night, to letting Carnage take control of his body and mind.

He swears, at this point he'll never get enough sleep, or motivation, to go to school in the morning.

Which is good for him, considering he's contemplating dropping out. What's the point when he's more absent than present anyway? When everyone around him only discourages him?

And suddenly they're back to square one.

To that stupid roof searching for that man again.

Abel has had enough.

And no, it's not jealousy talking. It's Carnage's evasive answers, his stupid scowl and his soft growling when they find nothing.

"Will you just tell what's your obsession with this person?" Abel asks, shivering when the wind howls in his ear.

Carnage growls, It's none of your business.

"It is when you're using my body, dragging me out in the middle of the night looking for a man neither of us know."

Jealous? Carnage taunts.

Abel's face grows warm.

He doesn't deny it, though.  He can't when Carnage appears and wraps his bulging arms around Abel's waist, when Carnage kisses him, licks into his mouth with that slithering tongue of his.

Abel losing all train of thought, melting into Carnage's touch.

And if they fuck on top of the roof, no one has to know.

But that's not the first time or the last that Carnage looks for that man.

Abel hopes they never find him, for the man's safety and for his baby's.

Unfortunately, Carnage has a good nose, and those visits to the roof were never about getting a hint in the direction the man went. No, he's focusing on something much more.

He's focusing on the man's scent and forcing Abel to think about him, about what he saw that day.  Triggering those memories to his advantage.

And Carnage finally catches it.

The scent of a human in complete symbiosis with another of his kind.

The scent of pregnancy following him and confirming Carnage's suspicions.  Confirming Abel's memories and his own.

The symbiote growls.

So, it's true.

His progenitor fucked the human and knocked him up.