Hungry

Wade frowned at the man sitting at his kitchen table, eating his pancakes.

"Are you Spider-Man?"

He gulped down another mouthful, "Yesss." His voice sounded like a demonic cat hissing.

(Spider-Man doesn't hiss.)

Spider-Man doesn't have fangs and I'm fairly sure he wouldn't eat a meal with you in your apartment.

Wade thought about how they met, he had been hired to snag some information from a small A.I.M. facility when the shiny black Spider-Man appeared and started demolishing the A.I.M. agents, even chomping off a few arms and legs. When the bloody show was over he walked up to Spider-Man and patted him on the back, “Wow, take no prisoners, it’s a good mode for you Spidey. I’m going to make pancakes, if you want some.” He left and figured Spider-Man would ignore him, like usual. But, he had followed him all the way back and ate enough to feed a whole squad of starving marines.

Wade had to agree with yellow and white box. Spider-Man also wasn't a good foot taller than him with muscles twice as big as his. "Are you a different Spider-Man?"

The slick black head turned toward the costumed Merc, considering the question, he was told that he was Spider-Man now, but he knew he wasn't really. They would always be Venom. "Yeah. Are you going to eat?"

Wade looked down at the table, "Um, I guess." He must have made over a hundred pancakes. They were all slathered in melted butter and thick syrup. He wasn't that hungry, more interested in this black suited Spidey. "What's your name?"

The symbiote and Mac both agreed not to tell him Venom, and it was obvious Spider-Man wasn’t going to cut it. telling him Mac wouldn't hurt. There were countless guys that went by Mac. Besides, Osborn was currently pissing him off, so who cared, "Mac."

He yelped when his chair was gripped and pulled up close to Mac by slimy black whips that morphed from Mac’s body, so they were facing each other, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I…I don’t know,” Wade stuttered. Stunned by how fast Mac’s body morphed and morphed back. Mac pushed Wade’s mask up onto his nose and pressed a long finger with a sharp nail to his lower lip and pulled it down. Wade shuddered, Mac’s finger had been extremely warm, warmer than any human he had ever touched. White box was telling him to run away from this freak, that something was wrong with Mac. But, he was entranced.

“Open.”

Wade parted his lips, heart pounding from the strange excitement of this unusual encounter. Mac broke a chunk of a stack of pancakes off, pushing the sweet food into Wade’s mouth, the hot touch lingering way to long. They repeated this a few times, then Mac seemed to get more interested, pressing his fingers deeper into Wade’s mouth, scrapping Wade’s tongue with his sharp nails as he withdrew. Wade tasted the faint hint of blood, and while he should have tumbled backwards in fear, he became even more interested.

Mac took a handful of pancakes and squished them in his hand until they were mush and held his hand out, palm up. “Eat,” Mac’s voice had turned to a low, raspy purr.

Wade didn’t know where to start, it was a complete mess. He leaned down and licked the tips of Mac’s fingers, then sucked one into his mouth, sucking it clean. He kept adding a finger till he had four fingers deep in his mouth. He looked up at Mac, still sucking on his fingers, the man’s costume had morphed a little again, the oversized, drooling mouth with razor fangs now replaced by a human mouth and chin. Short, dark stubble showed on tan skin. The man licked his lips as he watched the obscene show Wade was giving him.

Mac wasn’t sure if it was him or the alien liking this show. The rough scarred lips and tongue felt unusual, but interesting at the same time. He watched Wade release his fingers and lick his palm clean. He was thoroughly enjoying what it was doing to Wade, his face was flushed and his breathing short and raspy. “Keep your mouth open,” he growled and slathered his fingers with syrup.

Wade became acutely aware of his now painfully throbbing arousal. Mac held his jaw while pushing his fingers vulgarly in and out of his mouth. He could barely breathe with how violent and deep his fingers were, making him choke as he tried to swallow the syrup. He was currently trying to ignore his boxes who were telling him what a sick fuck he was for being on the verge of climax over some stranger finger fucking his mouth. He couldn’t help it, he slid his hand down and rubbed his aching length through his pants, moaning around the fingers in his mouth.

Mac cocked his head and took a better look at Wade when he heard him moan. He had been so entranced with Wade’s mouth he hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of him. If the symbiote hadn’t been covering his cheeks, they would have been deep red. Wade was fondling himself roughly through his clothes. The human part of him started and wanted to pull away from the situation, but the alien was fascinated. It wanted to know what was happening to the lust filled man, watch him pant and squirm, see what it would take to make him scream. Mac screamed internally at the alien to stop. He was a heterosexual man! He knew where this was going, the alien might not know or understand what it meant, but it wanted to fuck Wade. The symbiote licked the back of his mind, telling him what fun they would have. How good it would feel to dominate this creature.

(You want my dick in him!) Mac could feel the symbiote churn through his mind to try and understand what he meant. It sifted through his thoughts of what it meant to have his hard dick plunging into Wade’s mouth and ass.

~Yes, I want to dominate him and fill him.~

(No! I don’t fuck guys!)

~Why?~

(I like women!)

~He is durable. I want to play with him.~

Mac looked back at Wade, he hadn’t realized it, but he had captured Wade’s wrists with one hand so he couldn’t touch himself. All the while he kept drizzling syrup and stuffing chunks of pancakes into his mouth, Wade lapping and sucking at his fingers. His arousal was tightly constricted in the red fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. He had to admit this was strangely interesting.

~Can we proceed?~

(Yes.)

Wade’s mouth and tongue were sore, so he was grateful when Mac withdrew his fingers. His breathing was uneven and hoarse as he looked up. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned when he seen the massive erection Mac was sporting, it was slick with black pointed nubs that ran under the belly and around the crown. His wrists were let go and he watched as Mac drizzled his member in syrup. He knew what Mac wanted and got on his knees, first licking at his heavy sack, then pulling a ball into his mouth. He licked up the underside and stopped at the tip, kissing it lazily. A low growl vibrated in Mac’s throat and Wade was gripped by the back on the skull and pushed down on the thick length. He could barely breath as his head was forced up and down, all the while his mouth stretched to it’s limits. And he knew he was sick and twisted when it made his dick harder to be used so roughly, he reached down to relieve himself. Tendrils morphed out of Mac’s body, wrapping around and yanking his wrist away. He whined around the cock that was nearly splitting his mouth apart. He was forced deeper and deeper, until his throat felt like it was normal to have something down it. His head was squeezed a little to tight and the cock in his mouth pulsed, filling his mouth and throat with cum till the juices spilled down his chin and throat.

Mac let Wade’s head go and watched him fall to his ass. The symbiote hummed happily up and down his spine, satisfied with what they had done. But, he knew it wanted more.

Wade was trying to regain a tiny bit of composure as he realized his clothes were getting pulled off. Soon he was pressed naked against the wall, save for his mask that was still up on his nose, that very warm body pressed against him. He was hoisted up and his ass was squeezed and claws and teeth marred him everywhere, superficial wounds that almost immediately healed. He tried desperately to rut against Mac’s hot belly, needy for release, but tendrils wrapped around his balls and the base of his cock, forming a tight cock ring so he couldn’t orgasm. Wade groaned in protest, but was cut off when his lip was nipped and pulled. Mac kissed him and his long tongue slid in his mouth, deepening their kiss with a lustful frenzy. His legs wrapped around Mac’s waist as one of Mac’s hand slid down his spine and between his ass. A finger traced his hole teasingly, but left shortly. “Please, no more, quit teasing.”

“You want me in you?” Mac purred against Wade’s ear.

“Please fuck me or do something.” His legs were spread against the wall, immediately the thick cock pressed against him seeking entrance. He had almost protested about there being no lube, but felt that sex organ was wet and slick against him. He twisted and scrambled, but the tendrils twisted onto him and kept him firmly against the wall. “Oh, fuck,” Wade groaned as the large hot tip pushed in, spreading him. He was pressed into slow and steady, but relentless nonetheless. His cock twitched as he was filled beyond any normal limits. Soon he was fully seated on the length, then pumped into slow and hard. He sagged in the restraints watching as Mac’s face turn back into the wide, toothy grin, long slobbery tongue hanging out.

Mac was starting to see the charm the alien seen in this. The man hung suspended and helpless, aching for the filthy things he was doing to him, cock weeping and engorged. Crying from pain and pleasure simultaneously.

Wade pleaded, “Please touch me.” He was surprised when the tendrils released his sex and the long, wet tongue slithered up and down his length. He sighed and moaned in relief, quickly turning to pleasure. “Ah, holy fuck that feels good,” Wade tossed his head back, relishing in the sensations as his ass was fucked and his cock was worked over by that inhuman tongue. If he hadn’t been so debauched, he would have been embarrassed at how quick he came.

Mac watched in fascination as the man he was thrusting into was screaming his name, hands breaking free of their restraints, to grip his shoulders, body arching against him. After Wade’s body went lax against him from release, he moved them to the ground so Wade could lay on his back. He commanded the symbiote to recede, morphing back into a normal man except for half of his face which was still covered by the black alien. He wanted to feel this through his body. He kissed Wade slow and deep while slowly pressing into him, it felt nice when Wade’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Even though this wasn’t as intense, it felt satisfying. Sure, he was a fucked up mess, but making someone cum was beautiful. His fingers entwined with Wade’s, upping his pace, feeling how close he was to climax. He gripped Wade and groaned into his neck as his cock filled him with his cum.

They laid tangled and panting for a long while, until Wade said, “We are really a sticky mess from all that syrup.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”

“Deal,” Wade kissed the crazy Spider-Man.