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Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 07
🕑 Added 2023-12-28 12:10:52 +0000 UTCMuliversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds
Chapter 7: Venomous Relationship
Fandom: Marvel's Spider-Man 2 (PS5)
Tags: Cheating, Confrontation, Breakup, OOC/AU Symbiote, Bondage, Teasing, Symbiote-Sex, Happy-ish Ending
**Slight spoilers for Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 ahead**
***If you’ve played the game, you’ll see I’ve also taken some liberties. Enjoy***
To say that Peter Parker’s life had been spiralling lately wouldn't have been much of a stretch.
His relationship on the rocks - again - and a girlfriend who kept dodging the invitation to move in with him, an impressionable protege that looked up to him for wisdom and guidance - while feeling he had very little to give - and a city filled with nutjobs hellbent on making his life a living hell.
The soldering iron in his hand paused as images of May’s peaceful face set in eternal slumber flashed through his mind’s eye.
Shaking his head to clear his head of the negative thoughts, he focused instead on the positives. He'd been reunited with his best friend, Miles was learning quickly and unburdening him of some of his responsibilities and…he'd made a new friend.
‘Are you finished yet?!’
Pete turned and looked at the writhing mass of tendrils on his shoulder with an annoyed frown. The black, oily biomass coalesced into a demonic face with white eyes, dozens of thin, inch-long, razor-sharp teeth and a tongue best left to weird Japanese hentai.
‘What did I say about interrupting?’ Pete asked, side-eyeing his new homicidal partner and friend in exasperation.
The symbiote didn't answer immediately and just stared at him blankly, as if genuinely thinking on his question.
‘To not?’
Pete snorted, refocusing back on his intricate work instead of the alien he now shared a body with.
‘The whispers are getting stronger…’
‘Don't worry buddy, just a few more minutes,’ Pete assuaged the strange entity, making sure he'd made no mistakes on the neural inhibitor he intended to have implanted in his brain by the alien. ‘Once this is done ET, you won't have to worry about phoning home, or home phoning you, ever again.’
The symbiote’s deep, raspy voice rumbled in approval, apparently pleased at the thought of his independence, even if he didn’t get his brilliant pop-culture reference. The alien had been an unwilling tool for others for far too long, Pete could empathise with his plight.
Even if his girlfriend didn't.
I'm about to have an ALIEN literally implant a chip in my BRAIN. Maybe I have finally lost my marbles…
When he was finished, Pete leaned back in his chair in his office at EMF and audibly swallowed. Instead of putting it off anymore however, and risking talking himself out of this, Pete held the tiny chip out at his shoulder for the symbiote to take.
Before the alien could gobble up the chip in his haste and eagerness, Pete snatched it back out of range with his superior reflexes and held out a finger.
‘Be careful,’ he warned, his voice stern as he motioned to the diagram on the nearby whiteboard. ‘You need to implant this right on my prefrontal cortex, get it wrong and you risk turning me, no, turning us into a vegetable.’
The symbiote growled in annoyance, then scoffed.
‘I won't let anything bad happen to you.’
Pete's expression softened and he sighed in exhaustion before extending the chip to the symbiote again. ‘Alright buddy, see you on the other side…’
Pete instantly felt his eyes grow heavy, as if the symbiote had injected him with anaesthesia. When next he woke, it was to the sounds of a cackling and gleeful symbiote. After regaining his bearings and performing a quick, mental self-diagnosis, Pete was surprised that the only apparent ill-effects of his little alien brain surgery were a severe case of drowsiness.
‘Did it work?’
‘I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!’
Pete watched with a grin as black tendrils extended out from his forearm and formed a miniature, black, and somehow cute eldritch horror that started to do a tap dance routine.
‘You’re not feeling any compulsions from the hive?’
‘I’m not feeling ANYTHING but…hungry.’
Pete's stomach grumbled and he chuckled in embarrassment. ‘Yeah, me too buddy. But first, I got you a little something.’ Despite the symbiote being a part of him now, he still found it easier to talk to the manifestations the creature created on his body than at himself. ‘We’re partners now, likely for life. We took a big step in our relationship today and I figured I should get something to commemorate that.’
The little symbiote manifestation - that looked a little too similar to an eldritch Jiminy Cricket, now that he thought about it - looked up at him with narrowed eyes, his hands on his hips. ‘Don’t make it weird, bro.’
Pete snorted in amusement and shook his head. ‘I knew it was a bad idea to let you use the internet…’ Reaching into his pocket, Pete pulled out a small black rock that had a bluish tint to it and held it out to the creature.
Or rather, its manifestation.
We need to give him a name. I can’t keep calling him Symbiote, Alien or Creature…
‘You got me a rock…? You…shouldn’t have?’
Pete cracked a grin and bopped the Eldritch Jiminy on the head with said rock. ‘This is much more than a rock, but before we go on, you need to think of a name for yourself to celebrate your individuality. Our individuality? Man this is still weird getting used to.’
‘Venom.’
Pete’s eyes shot open in surprise. ‘You don’t want to take a minute to think about it?’
‘No. Venom sounds cool. I want to be Venom. You’re Spider-man, and I’m your Venom.’
Huh, that does sound kinda cool…
‘This is gonna get confusing with Miles referring to his lightning powers as his venom powers…’
‘Any more confusing than the both of you calling yourselves Spider-man…?’
Pete’s eyes twitched in annoyance, not because Venom was wrong…but because he’d essentially been dunked on by a part of himself.
‘Point…smartass.’
The Symbiote - Venom - vibrated in amusement, his tendrils quivering in what Pete recognized as one of his versions of laughter.
‘Do you recognize this?’ Pete asked, holding out the rock just out of reach for Venom’s perusal. His symbiote’s tiny avatar barely gave the priceless element a second look before shrugging in boredom.
‘It’s a rock. I’ve seen plenty of rocks.’
Pete bonked him on the head with the rock, and just as Venom was about to swat at him in annoyance, his avatar froze in shock, the brief amount of contact enough for his strange, alien biology to discern several of the rock’s properties.
‘This rock is an element known as Vibranium. My best friend, your previous host, was able to get me a sample. It’s priceless.’
Venom, while trying to affect a look of supreme nonchalance on his little, demonic features, couldn’t hide his overwhelming, animalistic greed - though he tried. ‘So what? It’s still just a rock.’
Pete grinned. ‘Do you want to know why this rock is so priceless?’ Pete teased, his hand constantly darting out of range as Venom tried to snatch it from his grip with numerous, tiny, grasping tendrils.
Apparently fed up with their game, Venom’s avatar crossed his arms in a huff and turned his back on Pete, though Pete almost lost it when he saw a tiny pair of eyes materialising in the back of his head so that he could keep staring at the Vibranium longingly.
The symbiote was an absolute glutton, eager to consume anything new and mysterious. The Vibranium was no different, unlike most things that caught Venom’s eye however, Pete was actually going to let him do it.
After he was done having his fun.
‘Whatever. I don’t want it anyway. Who cares why you humans find it so valuable?’
‘Oh?’ Pete teased, unable to hide the mirth in his tone, even as Venom’s tiny black tendrils kept trying to snatch the sample. ‘Well, I suppose I’ll just…throw it away. Here I was thinking an element with properties that allow it to strengthen itself by absorbing and dampening kinetic energy, such as sound waves would be of some interest to you…’
‘GIVE IT TO ME!’ Venom roared, the tiny avatar expanding and morphing into a demonic monstrosity as he greedily tried to rest the Vibranium from his grasp. After dodging…well, himself for several seconds, Pete just laughed and tossed the priceless element directly into Venom’s greedy gullet.
The symbiote froze, and the smile on Pete’s face slipped when a strange sensation started to overwhelm him. Whatever Venom was doing to analyse the strange properties of the Vibranium, he could feel it too. He could feel himself changing on a molecular level, the symbiote apparently able to copy and incorporate the energy dampening qualities into their very being.
‘This…is incredible.’
Pete felt a wave of weakness overcome them and he collapsed into his office chair. He grinned at nobody, Venom having reabsorbed himself into his body as they recovered from the strange, body-altering ordeal.
‘I figured you’d like that,’ he chuckled weakly. ‘This isn’t some cheesy comic-book, I couldn’t have our partnership start in earnest with a massive weakness weighing us down…’
He could feel Venom’s amusement, gratitude and pride across their bond. He still wasn’t used to processing a second set of emotions, but the neural inhibitor allowed them to co-exist without either of them contaminating the other.
They shared the same body, but Pete - and he suspected Venom - wasn’t fond of the idea of sharing a mind, too. Maybe Pete’s good ol’ American sense of independence had rubbed off on Venom, and for that, he was glad.
‘Let’s go kick some ass!’
Pete smiled wide and stood from his desk with a pained groan. ‘Maybe after we go home and catch a few hours of shut-eye - whatever you just did, it really wiped us out.’
Venom grunted in affirmation and conceded, the symbiote suit growing to cover his entire body as Pete crouched and readied himself to leap out one of the windows.
As tired as he was, he couldn’t keep the stupid smile from his face. Harry had saved his life by giving him the symbiote, and made him a hell of a lot stronger.
He couldn’t wait to return the favour.
-
When they’d returned home to an empty Aunt May’s house, Pete fell asleep almost instantly after his head hit the pillow.
He was awoken several hours later by a notification beeping annoyingly on his phone. His eyes shot open at the sound, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face when he heard Venom grumbling like a crotchety septuagenarian. He reached over to his bedside table blindly and swiped on the notification.
Kraven and his goons are still on the loose, it could be Miles calling to ask for help.
Pete’s eyes widened when he read the message, his foggy mind taking a few moments to compute the meaning behind his protege’s words.
Miles: Hey Pete, figured you’d be sleeping. MJ just dropped her latest article…if you haven’t read it yet, you’ll probably want to make sure you’re sitting down…
He’d only just swiped away Miles’ text and was about to open the browser on his phone when his phone lit up with another notification. It was Harry, his best friend had saved him time by sending him the link.
Harry: What’s MJ playing at?! How was any of that YOUR fault?!
When Pete clicked on the link, he sucked in a shocked breath when he read the title of the article.
Spider-Man: Hero or Menace?
He felt Venom materialise out of his shoulder as the two of them skimmed through the article together. It went deep into MJ’s and the public’s reservations about him and his recent actions - with ample quotage from those in the community - highlighting how frightening his new suit was and how much collateral damage he was racking up.
‘Rude.’
‘How is any of the damage my fault?!’ Pete hissed furiously, his face flush with anger. ‘I was chasing down a rampaging kaiju while dodging Kraven’s hunters! The only reason the chase lasted as long as it did was because I was busy making sure nobody got hurt!’
Feelings of fury and betrayal roiled in his gut, compounded by the mental image of Jameson’s no-doubt shit-eating grin when MJ handed him her article.
‘I don’t know why you’re surprised,’ Venom drawled indifferently in his gruff, menacing tone. ‘Your woman always has the scent of another man on her - loyalty isn’t the first word that comes to mind when I think of her.’
WHAT?!
Pete froze in shock at the stunning admission, turning to the symbiote on his shoulder with wide, disbelieving eyes.
‘What?’
‘What do you mean what?! You can’t just drop that on me and not expect me to want to know what the hell you’re talking about!’
Venom’s head tilted to the side before his white, demonic eyes widened in surprise. ‘Oh. We don’t share senses.’
‘I’ve spent a not inconsiderable amount of time making sure that’s the case, yes!’
Somehow, Pete was able to discern a trace of sheepishness in the symbiote’s hellish features. ‘Err. My bad? In my defence, human mating rituals aren’t exactly my strong suit…’
His face still flushed with anger, Pete’s fists slammed down and shattered his bed, the opposing force launching him to his feet as he dove out the nearby window. In the nanosecond it took him to jump out into the night, Venom had him covered in their oily, black suit.
Pete rushed to MJ’s place hoping for answers, only to find it empty.
Empty…and apparently not lived in for a while.
Grimacing at the sinking feeling in his stomach, he realised where he needed to go.
It only took him five minutes to make it to the Bugle’s building from MJ’s place, and even less time to find MJ now that Venom was helping to guide him.
It was nearly midnight by this point, and even though New York famously never slept, his dark suit made it so no one saw him soaring through the night sky. Nor did MJ or the Managing Editor see him when he peered in through the window of what he assumed to be his office.
MJ’s boss, the man directly under Jameson, was a handsome man in his forties by the name of Maxwell Sterling. He looked less like a higher-up at a newspaper and more like an aged celebrity that played the part of one in a movie. With chiselled features, a perfectly manicured five o’clock shadow, piercing blue eyes and a head of thick, wavy black hair that had streaks of silver at the temples, it was no wonder Sterling was always in the news as the face of the Daily Bugle - whenever Jameson wasn’t popping off about him or Miles.
Pete was at a loss for words, the bottom having dropped out of his stomach as he beheld the scene in the man’s office. The room did not look like the office of a Managing Editor, but rather that of a CEO, it was rich, luxurious and exuded power. A large, polished, mahogany desk surrounded by comfortable, ergonomic chairs took up most of the space by the window while the walls were decorated by newspaper excerpts, artistic sculptures and paintings he knew for a fact someone that worked at the Bugle couldn’t afford.
None of that drew his attention like the couple on the plush, chesterfield couch on the opposite end of the office from the desk, however. Pete forgot to breathe as he beheld his girlfriend’s head bouncing on Sterling’s lap, her lips spread wide and sliding up and down the older man’s thick, long cock and only managing to swallow about half of it each time.
Sterling threaded his fingers through MJ’s long, coppery locks, their gazes locked and his hands resting on her head as he groaned in pleasure.
‘Good girl,’ he purred, his rich, baritone voice only slightly muffled by the glass window. He let go of MJ’s hair with one hand and took his phone from his chest pocket, smirking as he apparently saw something he liked on the screen. ‘Seven hundred and fifty thousand hits and counting, your article is a masterpiece my dear.’
‘We should kill them.’
Pete could feel the murderous intent radiating from the symbiote that shared his body, his neural inhibitors already proving their worth and making sure Venom’s emotions didn’t bleed into his own.
No, the rage he felt was all his own.
Is this why she wouldn’t move in with me? She’s shacking up with this jerk and…what? Stringing me along? For what?!
‘Oh yeah?’ MJ asked after pulling off Sterling’s dick, her pale hand stroking the man’s immense shaft as she smiled up at him. ‘Is it enough of a masterpiece to secure my promotion?’
Pete’s face, obscured by his suit, contorted in disgust. His head was a mess for a myriad of reasons lately, and MJ was just adding to it by making sure every bit of love he felt for her was replaced with…other emotions.
‘I’ll talk to Jameson in the morning,’ Sterling promised in a husky tone, his head lolling back and sinking into the plush leather as MJ took his huge cock in her mouth again, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. ‘Mary Jane Watson, mm, News Editor for the Daily, mm, Bugle has a good ring to it, no?’
Instead of answering, MJ hummed in approval, the vibrations in her throat causing Sterling’s head to loll again. The man then groaned when MJ cupped his big balls and started to gently squeeze them as she sucked.
Apparently feeling an orgasm coming in strong, Sterling withdrew from his girl’s mouth and pushed her away, grinning at the redhead mischievously as MJ coquettishly wiped some precum from her lips with a delicate finger and sucking it into her mouth.
The older man growled and MJ squealed with delight as he grabbed her and started tearing her clothes off. His girlfriend didn’t resist as Sterling hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, smiling as he struggled to pull off her skinny jeans. MJ, splayed out on the plush, expensive couch, looked up at her lover and grinned as he stroked his meaty shaft and beheld her almost-nude form.
When Sterling bent down and started to pull her panties off with his teeth, MJ’s smile widened, helping him along by removing her bra. Now in only her birthday suit, MJ spread her legs wide and started to rub at her glistening pussy as she looked up at her boss, hunger clearly dancing in her emerald eyes. Sterling stood, transfixed by the sight as he stroked his own hardness.
‘Are you just going to stand there and watch me?’
‘I’m thinking about it,’ Sterling joked with a gruff chuckle.
‘Worried you’ll cum too soon?’ MJ teased, and Pete watched on in disbelief and disgust. Who was this woman? Mary Jane Watson, who was apparently not as averse to giving head as she’d let him believe, or unwilling to talk dirty.
Apparently it’s not demeaning when you’re cheating on your boyfriend and sleeping your way up the corporate ladder…?
‘I’ll last longer than your loser boyfriend.’
While MJ’s expression didn’t change - the vapid smile on her face still very much in place - she thankfully didn’t join in on ridiculing him.
She draws the line at betrayal, apparently.
‘We’ll see about that…’
Apparently recognizing a challenge to his masculinity when he heard one, Sterling growled and dropped down on the couch beside his girlfriend. MJ squealed when the larger man reached over and pulled her pale, smaller frame into his lap, his towering erection pressing against her glistening labia.
‘Ooh,’ MJ purred, her tone filled with mirth. ‘Is that for me?’
‘Consider it a reward for a job well done,’ Sterling replied in a gruff tone, his lips quirked in a cocky grin.
Pete watched, shocked to his very core, as MJ hummed before reaching behind and running her fingers along Sterling’s huge, throbbing cock. As her fingers reached the tip, she gently guided the leaking head towards her glistening pussy until her lips spread around it. When MJ lowered herself on Sterling’s towering cock, her eyes widened and she groaned with pure pleasure and lust as she rocked her hips from side to side and lowered herself onto him.
Sterling had his arms wrapped around MJ’s waist, his face buried in her chest. When he took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, his five o’clock shadow scratching at her heavy breasts, the tone of his girlfriend’s sensual moan hitched, her head lolling back as she reached out to the back of the couch to steady herself.
MJ rode Sterling for almost ten minutes, both of them moaning and groaning and apparently intimately familiar with each other’s bodies.
When the older man was close to cumming, he gripped MJ’s soft, pale ass so tight, her pale skin immediately reddened and the fat seeped out from between his splayed fingers.
‘Cum in me,’ MJ purred, her rocking and bouncing picking up in pace as her arms wrapped around Sterling’s neck, holding him close to her chest.
‘You want that?’ Sterling growled, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. ‘Does my slutty new News Editor want her boss to fill up her cheating little pussy?!’
The words had an obvious effect on the redhead. MJ’s eyes screwed shut, her mouth opened in a silent scream and, when Sterling’s cock pulsed and he came with a gasping cry, she visibly shuddered in bliss, her orgasm hitting her at the same time.
They stayed locked in each other’s embrace for several moments just catching their breaths, both of them sweaty with MJ’s cheek resting on Sterling’s head.
When they pulled apart, MJ collapsed on the couch beside her boss with a satisfied, raspy chuckle, her legs splayed wide and her pussy lips red from their recent fucking. Sterling seemed fascinated with it and, leaning over, he spread her lips wide, grunting in approval when his thick, viscous seed started flowing out of MJ’s tight womanhood and pooling on his - no-doubt - obscenely expensive leather couch.
Grimacing in disgust, Pete looked around the office one more time before leaving, his eyes lingering on the framed pictures on Sterling’s desk. A young wife he’d seen in the news championing several charities - including a sizable donation to F.E.A.S.T - along with their beautiful children.
At least he knew how Sterling afforded all the expensive decor in his office. His wife’s family were absolutely loaded, bordering on New York royalty.
As he turned to leave, he felt Venom arc up and sputter in protest. ‘We’re not killing them?! Don’t be a pussy!’
Pete grunted in amusement, shooting a pair of webs at the corner of a nearby building and using it to launch himself into the night.
‘We don’t kill people just because we hate them buddy,’ Pete informed his new friend, his tone one of resignation. ‘Besides, there are better ways to get back at people - ones that don’t pointlessly stain your soul.’
Sensing the disgust and incredulity across their bond, Pete chuckled and sent Venom a mental image of the photos on Sterling’s desk, particularly his rich wife.
Venom’s dark and demonic laughter filled his mind and Pete smirked, glad his friend approved.
-
Before MJ unlocked the door to May’s house - Peter’s house, she reminded herself - she was already dreading the inevitable confrontation.
As she jogged up the steps to the porch, she winced as an all-too-familiar pain stung her nethers. She'd grown accustomed to it over the months, frequent trysts with Evgeny in Sokovia and, more recently, Sterling at the Bugle having given her a taste for well-endowed lovers.
She wore the glorious, stinging pain that followed like a sinful badge of honour.
MJ still felt guilty about cheating on Pete, but after that initial moment of stress-induced weakness in Sokovia, she'd been hooked.
Her eyes narrowing, she raised an arm and sniffed herself before reaching into her purse and putting a few more dabs of perfume on her exposed skin.
No need to risk it. It wouldn't surprise me if Pete had superpowered senses.
She slipped inside after unlocking the door and was greeted with a pitch black house. Before she could even think about switching on the light, she froze, her lizard brain screaming at her that she was being stalked by a predator.
Reaching into her purse again, she pulled out her stun-gun - one of her many gifts from Evgeny - and spun around to aim it into the darkness of the living room.
A darkness illuminated by two, glowing white eyes.
‘P-Pete?’
He didn't answer immediately, and MJ shuddered under the scrutiny of the demonic eyes.
‘You've got a lot of nerve coming here, after what you did.’
MJ instantly paled at his words - delivered in an uncharacteristic, quiet monotone - but then she remembered her article and almost let out a sigh in her relief.
Oh God, too close!
Schooling her features, she pressed her lips into a thin line and put her gun back in her purse. ‘You read it, then?’
Again, he didn't answer immediately and MJ found herself supremely creeped out by this new…coldly furious Peter Parker.
It has to be the alien!
‘I imagine most of New York has read it by now,’ he quietly drawled, his voice coming out in a sarcastic hiss. ‘I suppose congratulations are in order? I'm sure your boss was…pleased.’
For the first time that night, MJ was thankful for the darkness, it hid her furiously blushing cheeks perfectly.
‘Just because we're dating doesn't mean you're immune from my criticism.’
‘Oh?’ Pete asked, his voice now very obviously tinged with amusement, his glowing white eyes - still the only part of him that she could see - narrowing ominously. ‘I guess that's for the best. We can't have you besmirching your…integrity.’
Again, she was again thankful for the darkness as it hid her wince. That one hit a lot closer to home than Pete had likely realised.
MJ felt a hot flush of anger building and she briefly saw red, months of stress and guilt finally boiling over.
‘Hundreds of millions of dollars in damages -’
‘So you're saying I should have ignored the imperilled civilians and caught Connors more quickly because…it would have saved money?’
‘I -’ She honestly hadn't expected Pete to snap back, he never had before. ‘You've changed.’
MJ was not expecting to be met with gales of laughter, and MJ felt her blood chill when Pete’s voice was joined by a darker, more sinister one.
‘What’s so funny?!’
The moon chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds, shining its light through the window and illuminating her boyfriend in all his…inky, black-suited glory.
He was standing in the corner of the room, his arms crossed as he calmed down and shook his head.
‘Nothing,’ he answered quietly, sighing in defeat. ‘My life, I guess.’
‘Your life?’ MJ asked incredulously, her anger and frustration boiling over. Months of pent-up frustration, of humiliation from a book nobody read, and of self-loathing at having to beg Jameson for a job just so she could help pay the rent on this old house she didn’t even live in rushed to the surface - words she’d wanted to scream for ages bursting out. ‘What about my life? I'm sick and tired of begging for validation, of having no control over anything!’
Pete’s silence only spurred her on more, and MJ would be lying if she didn't admit that getting this off her chest didn't feel good.
‘And now, when I'm finally in a good place with work, making good money, you're angry because my criticisms hurt your feelings?!’ Pete’s lack of response only made her angrier, and she continued her tirade. ‘Everything is always about you! You can't keep a job, you can't pay the mortgage, you're the one struggling! Don't you have anything to say?!’
Pete shrugged, his gaze fixed on something outside and apparently supremely unbothered by her words.
‘The only thing you care about is being Spider-Man!’
His gaze snapped back to hers, his brilliantly shining white eyes narrowed into slits. ‘And what would this city do without Spider-Man?’
MJ spread her arms wide and laughed incredulously, almost mockingly. ‘Look how it's doing with you!’
Pete surged forward and she took a stumbling step back, her hand going to her purse and her eyes widening in fear.
This…Peter was different. While she'd been plenty frustrated with him in the past, she'd never been scared of him. Seeing the way he stood there in his oily, writhing suit, completely emotionless and not begging for her forgiveness and understanding…it was strange. Almost alien.
‘I'm tired of what I do not mattering, of how my life just revolves around you, constantly interrupted by you and always helping you!’ She was breathing heavily at this point, while Pete just started at her like a silent, gooey black statue. ‘I write words for a man I despise just to make you happy! Just to help you pay a mortgage because you can’t hold down a single job!’’
Pete tilted his head to the side once more and MJ shrieked when a mass of black tendrils grew out of his shoulder and formed into an even more demonic looking head. Before she could think, her hand snatched her stun gun out of her purse and, just as Evgeny had taught her, she brought it up, aimed it at her possessed boyfriend and squeezed the trigger.
A bolt of red electricity crossed the space between them at the speed of light and was absorbed by her still stoic boyfriend. Aside from his suit rippling at the point of contact, nothing else happened.
The head growing out of Pete’s shoulder chuckled menacingly. ‘That tickled, girl.’ The head then swivelled to its host. ‘I'm loving the new upgrade.’
Pete snorted in amusement and nodded his head at the demonic being. ‘Sound waves are only one source of energy.’ Pete's gaze flicked back to her and his mask dissolved, revealing his features set in a mask of disgust that looked so foreign on his normally kind, placid features that MJ almost didn’t recognize him. ‘It didn't look like you despised working for your boss earlier, Miss News Editor.’
MJ paled, her eyes widening in shock and despair as his words rang out in the otherwise silent house like a bomb. Her vision blurred as tears pooled in her eyes, the entirety of their conversation replaying in her mind with the hindsight of the newly revealed knowledge.
HE KNOWS!
Pete looked completely unfazed by her despair and pointed out the window. ‘It looks like the Hunters followed you here. I’m gonna go deal with them and their leader - provided that’s okay with you?’
MJ’s hand flew to her mouth as tears trailed down her cheeks.
‘Right,’ he replied dryly, his mask rematerializing. ‘Needless to say, we’re done. Be a dear and leave your key by the door on your way out. I’ll do you one last favour and extricate myself from your terrible life, do me a favour and forget I ever existed, mmkay?’
As roaring engines, screeching tires and blinding fog lamps heralded the arrival of Kraven’s hunters, MJ watched, her pale cheeks marred by rivers of tears, as Pete slipped out through the back door.
Not long after, the screaming started.
-
One Month Later
Pete sat at his desk and watched his best friend excitedly talking on the phone with a smile on his face.
I still can’t believe Li helped neutralise that other Symbiote for Harry… I need to get Miles something nice to pay him back…
The fiasco with Kraven and his hunters had ended rather anticlimactically when Pete had stormed their base after his break-up and dragged the cancer-ridden psychopath kicking and screaming into his own private cell at the Raft. Though the night had started out pretty miserably, Pete would forever remember the look on Kraven’s face when he found out his little bell trick had no effect on him.
When Harry hung up the phone, he sighed and rubbed at his eyes before leaning back in his chair and groaning in faux pain.
‘Your dad still busting your chops?’
Harry looked at him across the room and grinned. Waving his hand through the air to dismiss the line of questioning, he rolled his chair out from behind his desk and shot towards him.
‘Forget about him, how’re you doing?’ Harry asked, any sense of joviality long gone. ‘I still can’t believe MJ did that to you… you think you know someone…’
Pete grinned, the expression not reaching his eyes, and shrugged. ‘People change.’
Their smiles dropped and both of their heads simultaneously snapped towards the vent in the far wall before they turned back to each other. Harry was looking at him in confusion and Pete only shrugged before motioning to the door with a flick of his head.
‘I’m gonna go do the rounds,’ Harry announced as he stood sans cane, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively when his back was turned to the vent before making his way to the door. ‘It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen what our stable of geniuses are up to.’
You two are terrible actors.
Pete ignored his symbiote buddy’s teasing voice and grinned lopsidedly at his friend.
‘You do that,’ Pete chuckled, shaking his head as Harry enabled the privacy glass with a wave of his hand, turning all the windows and glass walls of their office completely opaque. The second the door shut behind his best friend, Pete gazed down at the report he was reading for a moment before addressing his guest.
‘I thought you were in Paris?’
His proclamation was greeted with an annoyed huff before Felicia’s cloaking tech deactivated and she fell from the ceiling.
‘So did the Hunters.’
Pete looked up from his tablet and his eyes roaming over the skin-right latex suit that had undergone a bit of an upgrade. The suit was much more low cut and stylish, showing off her ample cleavage with the added flair of being trimmed with white fur. When she caught him staring, she looked supremely smug but otherwise didn't comment. He quickly averted his gaze and looked back down at the tablet he was pretending to read. ‘Can I help you?’
‘Nice place you got here. Everything looks very…expensive.’
When Pete looked up next time, his expression was completely devoid of warmth. Felicia held her hands up in surrender, quickly wilting under his emotionless stare.
‘Kidding! I’m kidding, geeze Spider, Red really did a number on you.’
‘Heard about that, did you?’
Felicia snorted and collapsed in the comfy armchair on the other side of his desk. While he didn’t look up again, he did catch his ex’s long, latex-clad legs sensually crossing in his periphery.
He felt Venom sifting through his memories using that visual as a guiding light, memories of those very same legs wrapped around his waist…
Not now!
Hehehehe.
Fucking pervert!
‘The entire city heard about at least some of it,’ Felicia joked with a cruel smirk, clearly never a big fan of MJs. Pete felt a twinge of guilt at the memory. While he’d been more than happy - eager, even - to throw a wet towel over Sterling and MJ’s little affair, he hadn’t expected Sterling’s scorned wife to go nuclear when he gave the woman the recording he’d secretly taken of the two lovers.
While Sterling had taken most of the heat, MJ had been collateral damage. Last he heard, Miles had told him she was moving back to Sokovia to continue her dangerous work there, covering the civil war. He’d been surprised how little the news had affected him.
‘So you’ve just come to gloat?’
He looked up as Felicia tilted her head from side to side, her tongue running across her upper lip as she smiled wide. She wasn’t even trying to hide her glee and amusement. ‘I told you she was no good for you.’
Pete’s eyes narrowed, his hackles rising. ‘I guess you’re good at spotting your own. If that’s all, you know where the door is - if you even know how to use them anymore.’
The mirth vanished from Felicia’s face in an instant. ‘My own? I never cheated on you.’
‘No,’ Pete agreed, meeting her heated stare with his own. Their relationship had always been a fiery, tempestuous one, leading to equally fiery arguments…and passionate sex. ‘Instead, you lied about having my child to manipulate me.’
That wasn’t the only time she’d lied to him - they’d already broken up by then - but it was the latest and most egregious in a long string of them that had soured his feelings towards Felicia.
‘To save my life and earn my freedom!’
‘Which I’d have done willingly had you just asked like a non-psychotic person!’
Felicia scoffed, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. ‘Oh please. You’d have helped me steal something? You get your panties in a twist when someone even jaywalks!’
Finally putting his tablet away and giving up the charade that he was getting any work done, he met her stare evenly, his features schooled in a careful mask of neutrality despite the turbulent emotions storming in his chest.
People kept saying he’d changed ever since bonding with Venom - they were right, ironically, not in the way they implied. He’d grown much better at controlling his emotions.
‘If that’s what you think, why are you even here?’
Felicia sighed, the fight instantly flowing out of her. Removing her mask, she stood and approached, bending down to rest her hands on his desk. ‘Is it so hard to believe that I just wanted to make sure you were okay?’
He was actually super proud of himself that his eyes didn’t immediately fall to her newly exposed, world-class cleavage.
‘Yes.’
His ex screwed her eyes shut and inhaled a slow, calming breath. ‘Fair,’ she admitted with gritted teeth. ‘You know, I was pretty bummed out when you sent your part-timer to help me out instead of coming yourself.’
Pete watched as she rounded his desk, almost prowling like the cat she’d named herself after. His eyes raked over the curvy, voluptuous frame that she somehow managed to always squeeze into that suit, focusing on her ass as it squished when she leaned against his desk. He was acutely aware of how her leg was brushing up against his, and his eyes were quickly drawn to the ruby red lipstick she loved to wear as she smirked triumphantly.
Are you messing with my mind?
He was greeted with a chuckle from the symbiote.
You and I both know that's impossible…though observing your brain right now is…fascinating.
Pete cursed internally. Whatever his feelings regarding the thieving temptress, she'd proven time and again to be a master at manipulating not just his mind, but his body too.
By the supremely satisfied look in her eyes, she relished in that fact too.
He was utterly surprised, however, when that smug look left her features and she frowned at him, sighing as she lifted a leg over his lap and bracketed him between her thighs.
He'd spent plenty a long night sandwiched between those thighs in the past…
Focus Pete!
He tried desperately to ignore Venom’s hysterical laughter.
‘I'm sorry,’ she whispered, bowing her head and brushing a silvery bang out of her face so she could stare directly into his eyes.
Pete licked his suddenly dry lips and leaned back in his ergonomic chair. ‘For what?’
Though it apparently pained her, she said the next words in a soft, earnest whisper. ‘For everything. The thing with the Maggia family, not trusting you, the way things ended…for your spectacularly poor taste in women…’
She finished her little monologue with a sexy, cheeky wink and Pete couldn't help barking out an unsuspecting laugh.
‘That's that Parker Luck for you…’
He was cut off when Felicia slipped into his lap, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in to place a soft, tender kiss on his dry lips. The kiss quickly increased in intensity when she didn’t feel him resist.
Almost on instinct at this point, black tendrils writhed and grew out of his back. First, they wrapped around Felicia's throat, then her arms, legs and finally, her waist.
His white haired ex’s eyes widened in alarm, before - in what shouldn't have surprised him given their sexual history - darkening with lust.
‘I’d heard about this too,’ she purred, no longer struggling as she dangled before him, completely at his mercy.
‘What's the angle Felicia?’ Pete hissed, a hint of dark promise tinging his tone. ‘What are you playing at?’
‘No games,’ she gasped, then sultrily moaned as the tendrils tightened, her eyes rolling into her skull. ‘Miss you. Want you back.’ Her moan when an extra set of tendrils - completely unbidden, he swore - grew out from his shoulders and slipped into her cleavage before wrapping around her heavy tits was simply orgasmic. ‘Red was a fucking idiot.’ Her eyes widened, then darkened and grew heavily lidded as she stared down at him with wanton lust. ‘Take me Spider. Please!’
I might not be an expert at this, but I think she wants to mate with you.
Your powers of deduction are truly astounding.
I know, right?
His tendrils made quick work of her skimpy, body hugging suit - he noted that despite its skimpy nature, it was surprisingly resilient - and with a sharp tearing noise that shattered the silence of the office, Felicia was now dangling naked in his grasp.
She moaned, biting her ruby red lips sexily as she writhed against the binding tendrils. ‘You’re paying for that, Spider.’
Pete couldn't mask his smug smirk, even if he tried.
‘What if I told you this isn't just a suit, but a symbiotic life form that shares my body and makes me stronger?’
Felicia froze, her eyes widening in alarm at the revelation. After ruminating on his words for a few moments though - time in which Pete spent playing with her tits with his fingers and tendrils - she relaxed and grinned.
‘You should know I've never been against threesomes…’
Pete grunted in amusement and approached her helpless form. While Pete didn’t share in Venom’s weird, alien senses, he could practically feel the lust pouring off her in waves. When he bent down to take one of her large, pale nipples into his mouth, she whined, writhing and sticking out her chest, begging him with her body to keep going.
‘I like your new suit,’ he purred and she chuckled, the sound strained with the tendril still wrapped tightly around her throat - though not tightly enough to constrict her airways…too much.
‘Thought you might,’ she wheezed, her grin sultry and her lips parting as she moaned again. ‘More, please!’
He’d been with Felicia long enough to know exactly what she meant.
More oily, black tendrils grew from his body and wrapped themselves around her powerful thighs. ‘Yes!’ she gasped as they spiralled around her bulging leg muscles and wormed their way towards her womanhood, one of the tendrils prodding at her front and the other teasing and tickling her rear. ‘Oh God are you -?!’
Felicia squealed, her body freezing and her back arching when his tendrils pierced not just her womanhood, but her tight rear end too.
It had…been a while for him, even before his breakup with MJ. With everything that had been going on in the city, the mounting stresses and things he’d rather not think about right now, he hadn’t exactly been in the mood.
Felicia had always been able to help him cut through the noise though. She’d also always had the talent for bringing out his…darker side.
Looking up into her eyes, her teeth were clenched and she was undulating in pleasure as his tendrils pistoned in and out of her, they did more than burn with lust. They twinkled with sinful mirth.
‘I saw the video,’ she gasped out, no-doubt referring to the sex tape that Sterling’s wife had leaked to the press. ‘Were you being a naughty little spider and watching from the window the entire time?’
Her smile widened the darker his look became. His tendrils tightened, the thrusting becoming more harsh, but that only spurred her on.
Felicia had always loved it rough.
‘Were you jacking off your little pecker while watching that huge dick fucking Red?’ she goaded him, looking almost high on lust. ‘Did you secretly like it? How many times have you watched it back - hnn!’
He shoved her against the wall none-too-gently, knowing full well she was hoping to goad this very reaction out of him…and not caring.
Put her in her place!
The tendril in her womanhood slipped out of her, and before Felicia could whine in protest, it joined the one in her rear end and squeezed in alongside it. His ex gasped, the sound only increasing when he pulled his aching member out through his zipper and slipped inside the gorgeous white-haired thief, his teeth clamping on a hard nipple.
‘Yes!’ she cried as he started hammering into her, using her sinful, eager body for his pleasure and unleashing months of pent-up frustrations out on her. ‘Fuck me, Spider!’
Her cries of pleasure and pain were like music to his ears. He drowned in her titflesh and relished in the familiar feeling of her velvety womanhood fluttering around his steel-hard cock.
Pete and Felicia had always been sexually compatible - that had never been the issue between them. He recalled fondly the crazy, sexual stunts they’d get up to, remembering how much it had thrilled and terrified him that Felicia always pushed the envelope when it came to risk, always chasing that high.
He also remembered her perfectly sculpted ass, years of hard training and gymnastics honing her body into one even fellow superheroes would be envious of.
Realising he very much wanted to experience it again, Felicia yelped as he tore her away from the wall, his tendrils carrying her around like she weighed nothing, and shoved her face down onto his mostly empty desk.
His tendrils slipped out of her gaping ass and Pete hummed in approval at the sight of Felicia’s thick, toned rear, her bulging hamstrings and muscled back so vastly different from MJ’s thin, svelte form he couldn’t help the childish part of him that compared his exes in Felicia’s favour.
The temptress turned her head to look back at him with a sexy smirk. ‘How’s the view?’
‘Better than I remember,’ he admitted, Felicia’s sultry laugh devolving into a moan as his tendrils slipped back inside her, targeting her womanhood this time. They stretched her wide, much wider than even Sterling could, one of them rubbing against her g-spot while the other pressed deeply against her cervix. Felicia gasped at the initial penetration, then froze when she felt what the tendrils working inside her. When they started to pleasure her, she groaned long and deep and started to thrash in ecstasy.
Putting a strong hand on her lower back, he held her still and pressed the head of his cock against her rosebud. He felt the tight ring of muscles yield and his groans joined hers when he slipped inside her warm rear end.
Her moaning was getting rather loud, loud enough that the sound-proofing might not be up to the task. Two more oily black tendrils snaked out of his body, one of them wrapping around her mouth and muffling Felicia’s moans and the other slipping underneath her body, prodding her clit.
It had been too long for him, he wouldn’t last much longer and he’d be damned if he’d finish without making Felicia have an earth-shattering orgasm first. His pride had taken a pretty severe pounding lately, he very much wanted to reclaim some of it.
Her pale ass was red from the power of his repeated thrusts, and Pete helped it along even more by continuously spanking her with his not-inconsiderable strength. Felicia’s moans had turned into deep, guttural groans as she rocked in time with him.
When she came, her back arched and she thrashed against his bindings, her body shaking and convulsing as she made a mess of his desk. He didn’t last much longer, and with a shuddering gasp, he pressed his hips against her plush rear and emptied himself inside her, his body jolting with each ejaculation.
When he stumbled away from his ex, he admired his handiwork, taking out his phone as his tendrils retracted and snapping a pic of her leaking rosebud.
Felicia was panting, her forehead on his desk and her head turned so she could look back at him and smile. ‘That was…incredible.’
With a groan, she flipped herself around. Propping herself up on her elbows, Pete felt himself once again starting to stir as he watched her heavy, naked tits sagging on her chest. Felicia smiled naughtily and ran the tips of her boots along his half-hard cock teasingly.
‘I hope this wasn’t a one-time thing…’
Pete’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the hopeful tone in her voice.
‘Since when have you been one to chase for commitment?’
She bit her lip to hide her smile and shrugged. ‘Ever since I messed up and let Mister Right slip through my fingers, I think.’
If Pete’s eyebrows rose any higher, they’d disappear into his hairline. Then he frowned in consternation. ‘I thought Miles said you had a girlfriend?’
She tilted her head from side-to-side. ‘More like girlfriend-with-benefits,’ she corrected, smiling naughtily. ‘Do you want to meet her? I met her at the gym, she’s got an amazing body and is the drummer of a pretty popular indie rock band…’
Pete snorted, though a not insignificant part of him relished the idea of Felicia and her friend warming his bed together.
That sounded just like what the doctor ordered.
You humans are weird…
Pete chuckled, not denying the symbiote’s words.
‘You better get out of here before Harry thinks something bad happened and breaks down the door…’
‘Would that be so bad?’ she pouted, the expression going straight to his cock. Pete shuddered at the mental image of the doors to his office swinging open, the glass once-again turning transparent and revealing his little tryst to everyone in the building.
Felicia yelped when he spanked her on the thigh and she chuckled. Leaning up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a soft, tender kiss, her legs wrapping around his.
When she pulled away, his breath hitched at the look in her eyes.
‘I’ll see you later, okay?’ He was stunned by the seriousness in her tone, the complete lack of playful teasing. ‘You still at your aunt’s place in Queens?’
Pete grunted, the implications of her words making him blush for some reason. ‘You know I am.’
She grinned impishly and shrugged before pecking him on the lips again and disappearing from his sight.
‘Catch you later, Spider.’
Later, when Harry returned to the once-again normal looking office they shared and found Pete staring blankly at the wall, he grinned and caught best friend’s attention by thwacking him on the back of the head from across the room with a white tendril that grew out of his forearm.
Pete dodged it and sent him an annoyed glare, one Harry accepted with a shit-eating grin before inhaling deeply.
‘You wanna tell me why the office smells like sex?’
