evolve - symbrock

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where do we go from here, eddie thought, walking back into another crappy mall with the same stupid grin on his face that he had worn for the past week or so. since their little "incident," the two were becoming somewhat more intimate. every time venoms tendrils would brush past eddie, he felt like electricity had shot up through his body. every time venom placed a small peck on their loves cheek, eddies eyes flooded with the all familiar milky white hue. if the duo was bonded before, now they were experiencing something so amplified that it made the man quake with exhilaration.

and having endured all that, they ended up returning to another dingy shopping center with the need to acquire their forgotten business attire. eddie strolled nonchalantly, patting his thighs with a consistent rhythm as he marched and letting his other feel his warmth as he did so. he bobbed his head along with the tune, and turned a corner into a store deemed vacant enough for the two to traverse.

his hands brushed coyly against each shirt, in a manner contrasting how disturbed he had been on his previous venture. it was almost as if their minor explosion had lulled his concerns and, although they still laid dormant in the back of his conscience, eddie was satisfied to flip through a few polos and carry on with the role he played in the drastically worsening world. "i like this one" venom interjected, a small tendril slipping past to pet a darkly colored polo, adorned with matching obsidian buttons.

eddie smiled to himself. "would you like me to try it?" he felt a pang of reassurance within his chest. "this time, maybe try not to tear a hole in the side of the goddamn building, please?" he added in a playful tone. he sauntered into the fitting room, nodding in approval at the upgraded door and shiny mirror; this was certainly a step above their prior hiding area, and eddie intended to leave it remaining just as pristine.

venom, however, had no such goals. they tentacles raked up eddies biceps, entangling themselves in his collar and violently removing his plain shirt from his body. "jeez, vee, chill with the libido, alright??" eddie joked, almost naively ignoring how desperately venom wanted to strip their host and take him in the cramped, makeshift box of a room. instead of stressing this point, venom continued in removing eddies clothes, making sure to appear a little more meticulous to play into their others oblivious stare. throwing the garment to the ground, the alien retrieved the sleek, black dress shirt and slid it over eddies torso like it was silk. they felt so soft, eddie thought, each tiny encounter between flesh and the mass making his heart thump at that devastatingly familiar hum. he stared at himself in the mirror, masked in black fabric and a thick layer of exhaustion—he had never felt more naked. the man felt as if each layer of him was being peeled back and penetrated by vee, and in putting on the clean cut, crisply collared shirt that most certainly didn't bode well with his chocolate filled stomach and his ratty five o' clock shadow, eddie felt more vulnerable than he ever had, but somehow he wasn't afraid.

he eyed the outfit carefully, pretending to pay attention to his appearance when he could—knowing venom, might as well be literally—feel all his major bodily systems shutting down. his heart pounded again, the sound of that red monster in his chest making his entire body ring like a church bell. he tried to concentrate his glare at his reflections and silently prayed that another "explosion" wasn't approaching. despite all his pleas, he could feel his blood boiling and he could see the color in his left pupil becoming less and less visible. "vee...please, not again," he whined, sounding more aggravated than fearful.

"you're the one doing it, loser" venoms voice sounded like it was playing through some kind of internal speaker, and his head spun with each syllable that rattled in him.

eddie steadied himself before registering what had pierced through his skull. "me?? what the hell am i doing??" he cried out in defense, hands gesticulating wildly.