Venom sybiote loves his host
Venom sybiote loves his host
The air hung heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the oily stench of fear. Eddie Brock, his face contorted in a grimace, was pinned against a wall, a hulking, mutated brute bearing down on him. But Eddie wasn’t alone. Coiling around him, a slick, black mass, was Venom, his eyes burning with a feral intensity.
“You think you can hurt him?” Venom hissed, his voice a low growl that resonated through the abandoned warehouse. “He’s mine. You touch him, and I’ll break you like a twig.”
The brute, a twisted amalgamation of human and alien, laughed, a rasping, guttural sound. “He’s weak, human. Your little… pet can’t protect you.”
Venom, in a display of raw power, ripped free from Eddie’s embrace, his body a pulsating black mass. He surged forward, his tendrils whipping through the air, striking the brute with brutal force.
The fight was a blur of black and red, a whirlwind of blows and screams. Venom, fueled by a rage that transcended mere animalistic instinct, was relentless. He fought for Eddie, for the only host he’d ever known, the only one he’d ever truly felt a bond with.
He’d been adrift, alone, for eons, a parasite hopping from host to host, driven by hunger and the primal urge to survive. He’d tasted fear, greed, and the dark desires of countless men. But with Eddie, something had shifted.
Eddie, the struggling journalist, the man burdened by guilt and haunted by loss, had somehow awakened something in Venom. A flicker of empathy, a sliver of understanding that transcended their disparate natures.
With Eddie, Venom felt a kinship, a connection that went beyond the symbiotic need for a host. He’d begun to crave Eddie’s presence, to revel in his company. Eddie, in turn, had accepted Venom, recognizing him not as a monster, but as a strange, twisted ally.
As the fight raged, Venom felt a surge of something he hadn’t known existed – love. A protectiveness that burned as brightly as the hate fueling his rage. He wouldn’t let anything harm Eddie. Not again.
The warehouse echoed with the final crash of the brute, his form shattered, reduced to a pile of mangled flesh and bone. Venom, panting, pulled back, his eyes searching Eddie’s pale, bruised face.
“Are you okay, Eddie?” he rasped, his voice softer than usual.
Eddie coughed, a ragged sound, his hand reaching out to touch Venom’s writhing mass. “I… I think so. Thank you, Venom.”
Venom, for the first time, felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling so foreign yet so comforting. It was a feeling he couldn’t name, but he knew, with a certainty that transcended words, that he would protect Eddie, cherish him, and stand by his side, no matter the cost.
In the dark, decaying warehouse, a bond was forged, a connection that defied the laws of nature, a love story unlike any other, born of darkness and desperation, and nurtured by a shared vulnerability. The symbiote and the human, two beings bound by fate, had found solace in each other, a strange, twisted, and beautiful kind of love.
