#venom x OC

[timetravellingshinigami]

Anyone got any venom/Eddie x oc/reader fics with minimal smut and a lot of plot?

(I'm bracing myself for the fact that there's probably no fics lmao)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 24

Edddie Brock/Venom + Symbiosis

Just got back from the Venom movie, and sadly I didn’t enjoy it very much. But it did rekindle my love for Eddie and Venom. Readers got a symbiote named Whistle.

This probably has what counts as mild body horror in it? Just symbiotes being weird and bonding.

no spoilers for Venom: The Last Dance.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Date nights were an experience nowadays. Back when you and Eddie had just been the two of you, things had been much easier. You would go out for dinner, back when Eddie was a reporter and you a renowned professor at Empire State university. Back then you two could easily afford pricey dinners and way too expensive bottles of wine. Afterwards was a leisurely walk or drive back home, where you two would chuckle and sneak kisses as you pawed at each other. It regularly ended with you two barely making it to the couch before the passion took over.

Now though, with two symbiotes involved, having some privacy was hard. In the beginning it completely put a stop to your intimate life, even as Venom and Whistle both asked about it, or made raunchy comments.

But then the two symbiotes became involved in whatever you would call your relationship, Venom called it a polycule, Whistle called it a collection of passion and fornication. It did mean you and Eddie never got to kiss in peace, Venoms tongue always sliding into your mouth, or threads of whistles white body slithering against Eddies face and neck.

The symbiotes were a species that reproduced asexually, Venom and Whistle had both told you and Eddie that. But for two being from an asexual species, they sure were horny. Whistle more than Venom it seemed. Venom liked the slow game, slowly teasing Eddie over a day, where Whistle liked to milk as much out of you as possible until you couldn’t feel your legs.

Nowadays Eddie wasn't a reporter, and you weren’t a professor. Hed been pretty much banned from New York, and the people who had chased him out came after you too, going as far as making it seem like you had tried to take potshots at Tony Stark of all people.

Then came the whole thing with the symbiotes, a black mass of writhing black sinking into Eddie, as the slurpy tentacled white pile that was Whistle sank into yours. It felt like how you imagined being devoured must feel, from the inside out. You could feel Whistle slithering throughout your body, sinking into your veins and filling your veins.

Their being was thick but thin, everywhere but nowhere, all at once. Some semblances of reality told you that you were on the floor, arching and gurgling like a drunk choking on their own vomit, but all you could focus on was how Whistle seemed to fill all the empty crevices of your being, before they settled.

Eddie wasn’t faring much better, but he and Venom got themselves together first. You and Whistle had only bonded perfectly when you four were outside the facility, you thrown over Eddies, Venoms? Shoulder as they fled. Whistles voice was scratchier and higher pitched than Venom, it reminded you of those screamo artists whose voices were so raspy that it was hard to understand.

Many things happened after that, from other symbiotes to serial killers, there really was no way to put it all into words. It felt like you two, four, never had a moment of rest until it all was over, and you could slump down in the ransacked apartment you shared.

It was Venom and Whistle that wanted to go on a date night first, deciding that going out as the lethal protectors counted as such, you and Eddie mostly being dragged along for the ride. They swam and devoured fish, drank stolen alcohol even if it didn’t affect them, and settled on the bed to swirl their long tongues together like a pair of snakes.

It felt like an out of body experience, almost. With Venoms inky black hands rubbing up and down Whistles shiny white torso, their beings melting together before reforming again somewhere else, their black and white swirling together in a hypnotizing pattern.

The two symbiotes curled their mass from your faces, letting Eddie and you sloppily roll your much smaller and less flexible tongues together, filling the room with the wet smacking and sucking noises your kissing made. You could feel Whistle and Venoms masses sliding between you, swapping places yet staying at the same time, they were everywhere and nowhere, just like the first time you bonded with Whistle.

You could hear whistle purring in the back of your mind, strands of symbiotic mass rubbing against the surface of your brain, whether it was Venom or Whistle wasn’t something you knew, but it made you arch and gasp. The move was copied by Eddie, who’s eyes fluttered and flashed white for a moment, Venom bleeding through to the front for a moment before receding.

You didn’t even know where your cocks were in all that writhing mass. You could only guess Eddies thighs were pressed against your own, your two alien lowers rocking you back and forth, frotting you two together and smearing your torsos in your combined fluids.

Maybe it was all the cannibalism you had committed with Whistle inside you, but part of you wanted to devour Eddie. Like you could open up your chest cavity and pull him inside and become one, in the same way you did with Whistle and he with Venom.

The thought made all four of the beings on the bed moan, two human, and two alien, Venom conjuring that image to the front of your minds. Together you could be the greatest being. Apart you were all losers, but if you became one, then not even Knull could stop you.

It was hard to tell if you had cum during all of this, all pleasure centers of your body continuously stimulated by alien touches but inside and outside your body, Eddies arms wrapped around you, and you Eddie, trapped you in a moving cocoon of symbiote.

There was something fucking in and out of you, something Eddie must have been experiencing too from the way he moaned against your neck, Venom and Whistle pulling you harder together, as if they could somehow make you merge the same way they did.

Was it Venom or Whistle fucking you? or was it both? Which one of them had slithered a thin tentacle of symbiote down your cock, pressing cruelly against your prostate from the front and the back. Which one was massaging and sucking at your pecs at the same time? Which of your symbiote lovers was curled around your lungs and heart, squeezing them just enough to make your weak human body panic enough for it to become arousal.

Did it even matter? Together you four were something beautiful, something so inhumane it would be called demonic. But so many things were. When people didn’t understand, they feared, and God were Venom and Whistle worth fearing.

Eddie was keening against your neck, his sweaty face glued against your skin, his noises breathless and panicked, but so hot and aroused too. What were they doing? A mental flash of Eddies spine and ribs, intertwined by black and white symbiotic mass flashed before your minds eye, making you twitch and moan.

He had always been so needy and sensitive, even when it was just you fucking him. It was never enough, and back then you two just had to settle with the fact that you could never fill him enough for him to feel full. But now? Now it wasn’t just dirty talk or fantasy, it was so very real and fulfilling.

You could feel Venom sliding against your tongue from Eddies, like some strange thread of wiggling living saliva, Whistle meeting them halfway and coiling together into a knot. They had supressed your gag reflex a while ago, so you didn’t cough or gag as you felt symbiotic mass tickling the back of your throat from both the inside and outside. It all felt like too much all at once.

It was perfect, in its own sick unimaginable way. Something you couldn’t even have theorized back when you were still a respected professor, back when your days were filled with studying animals and humans.

The rumbling you could hear both inside and outside had to be your symbiotes purring, their intense rubbing, tugging, filling and emptying slowly ceased, instead starting to feel more like a full body massage. Your dick was aching and sore, honestly everything was sore in a way you couldn’t explain. Even your pores and blood veins ached pleasantly, like a muscle after a workout.

Eddie was limp and panting on top of you, arms still wound around you even as the symbiotes pulled back, focusing on cleaning you two up and getting watered and fed. “ever thought you’d be fucking aliens Brock?” you chuckle shakily, voice raspy from all the abuse your throat had been put through.

Eddie just grunted in reply, nuzzling his face a little further under your chin. “He has had many fantasies” Venom purred with a toothy smile, their pill shaped head hovering as tentacles rubbed you two clean. “But has he” Whistle hissed like an explosive, but a very pleased one at that.

You just huff a bit at the two, letting your eyes slide shut, ignoring how you felt Whistles mass run across your eyeballs to rub them clean before settling back against your spine, protecting your vital organs.

Venom and Whistle were still loosely draped over Eddie and you, acting more like a weighted blanket instead of a confining mass. Exhaustion was pulling at the edges of your mind, the purring of your symbiotes, Eddies slow breathing as he had fallen asleep almost immediately, and the influx of pleased chemicals in your brain acting like a lethal combination. Maybe date night wasn’t too bad, you did want a bit more of a warning next time…

[sabeedraws]

There are many perks to sharing life with an alien parasite a symbiote (nvm that venom’s the source of all Eddies “problems”/medical mystery/diy symbiote/hybrid parasite in the making…)

[starch1ldz]

Venom au

Emily: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Morgan: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Spencer: You’re both pathetic

Morgan: What do you sleep with?

Spencer: Y/n.

[ilikedetectives]

"Coming back for another bite, t'iss'tess?"

Art by Sasha-SK (x)

[scarredlove]

And a wish shall be granted...~

@justfangirlstuffs Fool > @venomous-qwille

[asimp4bee]

Meabee in different AUs | part. 2 ✨

Reverse🔀 (Bots are humans n humans are bots)

Venom👽🖤

Royals👑

Part 1!

[fuckyeahviagraboys]

[leopardmuffinxo]

she's the poison i'm dying to drink

[followsfrankiep]

Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.

TW: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Explicit Words, Cheating, Minors DNI.

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: the word count just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I cant help it, sorry! Let me know if you guys are getting tired of them already 😂 pls leave a comment or reblog if u appreciate it. U guys have no idea how much that motivates me 😩 thanks and enjoy!!! 😘

Previous part: https://www.tumblr.com/followsfrankiep/776520908847398912/dont-worry-about-her-eddie-brock-x-reader

Part 3- Thankful Puppy Dog

Tater tots.

It was the only thing he found in their fridge—just a couple of bags of tater fucking tots.

Eddie scratched his head in frustration, already dreading the holiday rush he'd face later. Anne asked him to buy the groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving since she has to go to a deposition that day. His fiancée had been working non-stop ever since their firm took on the Life Foundation, a pioneering organization in bio-engineering, as a client.

That meant he would be cooking for the both of them as well. She was barely home lately, and whenever she was, her stack of work always accompanied her. It didn't bother Eddie; in fact, he was thankful Anne was occupied. His guilt intensified whenever she looked him in the eyes.

Yes, guilt and everything else.

You'd think they would have stopped fooling around at the bar, that Eddie would have the decency to put his foot down and be a doting fiancé. Oh boy. Izzy had stayed a few more days in San Francisco, and while she was around, they resumed their secret, indecent encounters whenever they got the chance. But that was a couple of months ago. Who knows when she'll show up again and turn his peaceful world upside down?

Overcompensating had become Eddie's new bestfriend. Without his fuck buddy around, he could think straight and be the doting lover he was supposed to be. He did all sorts of domesticated things—cooking, cleaning, dishes, laundry, and of course, grocery shopping. He was the perfect, understanding fiancé in Anne's eyes. She couldn't ask for more—their apartment was spotless, free of any dirt that might come. Too clean, too good.

As Thanksgiving approached, Eddie found himself at the grocery store, navigating the aisles filled with holiday shoppers. While picking out ingredients for the upcoming feast, he unexpectedly bumped into Izzy's mom.

"Well, if it isn't Eddie Brock," she exclaimed with a warm smile. Mrs. Knight had always adored Eddie, treating him like her own son.

"Hello, Mrs. Knight. It's great to see you," Eddie replied, genuinely happy to run into her, giving her a quick and warm hug.

The older woman with can't help but to chat with him, expressing how proud she was of him, both as a person and a journalist. She had similar features with Izzy, especially when they smile, the corner of their eyes would wrinkle. She was a lovely woman, just like her daughter.

Mrs. Knight's face lit up with curiosity. "So, how's your fiancée, Anne? I heard you two are getting married soon."

Eddie smiled, feeling a pang of guilt for the recent events but genuinely appreciating her interest. "Anne's doing great, Mrs. Knight. We're really excited about the wedding."

Mrs. Knight's expression softened, a hint of sadness shadowing her eyes. She was genuinely happy for Eddie, truly. At least one of her children had found someone to share their life with. But she couldn't help but think of the "what ifs" and "could have beens" that lingered in her mind. "Anne is a very lucky girl..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as a sigh slipped from her lips.

"I know how much of a handful my daughter can be and how well you've always taken care of her as a friend," she continued, her voice soft and tender. "But I always hoped there might have been something more between you two." She offered him a gentle smile.

He thought about his complicated friendship-relationship, whatever you want to call it, with Izzy. How tiring and chaotic it was most of the time, but for years, it was worthwhile. He waited for her, loved her still, but the situation is different now. He loves Anne, that should be it. Forcing a smile, he answered.

"Izzy never really looked at me that way, Mrs. Knight. We're okay with just being friends."

What a liar.

"Well, Eddie, no matter what, you'll always be like family to us. I hope you know that." She said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

With a warm smile, Mrs. Knight added, "Why don't you and Anne join us for Thanksgiving dinner at our house? It would mean so much to us."

Eddie hesitated, he wanted to. The Knight household was basically his second home. But his thoughts immediately turning to Izzy. That woman would not care, and still cause trouble even if Anne was around.

"That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Knight. Do you think Izzy will be there?"

Mrs. Knight sighed, a knowing look in her eyes. "You know her—she's always been a free spirit. I can't say for sure if she'll be around. But regardless, we would love to have you there, son."

Izzy's parents had always treated Eddie like one of their own, and he was thankful for that considering he's never had an ideal parental situation at home. His mom died giving birth to him, and his dad often blamed him for it. Growing up, he resented the place he went to by the end of each day, and often call the Knight's as his home. On the other hand, as their only child, Izzy was the center of their world, and when Eddie came into her life, they were thrilled she had a constant companion and trusted friend. They welcomed him with open arms, embracing him as a part of their family.

He missed being around them, and felt a surge of gratitude and affection for the older lady. "Thank you. We'll be there," he said with a genuine smile, even as thoughts of Izzy lingered in the back of his mind.

Back home, he was relieved when Mrs. Knight invited him and Anne over for Thanksgiving dinner, saving him from all the holiday preparations. Luckily, Anne liked the idea when he asked her. They could just show up, enjoy dinner, and not worry about dishes. Besides, his best friend wouldn't be there anyway, so he was safe from temptations.

A day before Thanksgiving, Izzy suddenly sent him a text—a picture of several kinds of chocolates, followed by a message:

"Which one do you want?"

She rarely left him a message nor called him; it wasn't her thing. Even her social media account was an empty canvas. For someone who loved traveling and exploring, she certainly kept those adventures to herself. Whenever she did reach out, it was mostly about asking him what goodies he liked and buying them for him to take home.

Eddie smiled while replying to her message. She was always thoughtful and took pleasure in seeing him smile whenever she handed him a bag of treats.

"Surprise me, Iz."

Not long after that, she replied.

"Oh boo you."

He chuckled when he read her reply, knowing she hated vague answers— which was ironic, considering the status of their relationship. They hardly addressed what they were at this point. It was easier before when neither of them was in a committed relationship with another decent person. Izzy wasn't asking him to leave his fiancée, nor did she define their relationship. Again, that's just who they were. That quick exchange was powerful enough to keep him in a good mood through the rest of the night.

Man, the hold she has on him.

That was part of her charm, whether she knew that or not, her spontaneous message and thoughtful gestures made him feel both excited and seen as the same time. She was a lethal dose of dopamine and oxytocin, shooting his high from time to time, making it hard for him to resist.

They arrived late as opposed to the early dinner call time they both agreed to.

Eddie and Anne had just settled in, arriving at the Knight household, she got caught up with work again therefore causing delays. Suddenly, Izzy made her entrance, looking like she overslept during her afternoon nap, dressed in a matching lace lounge wear set, consisting of a tank top and shorts that showed off her belly button and long legs, she descended the stairs to check on the preparations. She had actually arrived that morning, fully aware that the couple would be coming over.

Anne, taken aback by Izzy's revealing attire, couldn't hide her surprise. Izzy, however, appeared completely unfazed, her confidence radiating as she greeted the couple with a kiss on each cheek.

"Oh, I didn't know you two were coming," she acted surprised.

She knew. Right after her mom met and invited Eddie at the store, the older lady was so excited to have them over, she couldn't wait to tell her daughter about it. For the sake of the old times, wanting to be with her 'kids' during this festive time, her mom bugged her to come home as well.

Eddie felt a familiar stirring beneath him as he took in Izzy's appearance, he was not mentally prepared to see her that day, more so to see her in that sexy pieces of fabric. He quickly tried to compose himself, careful to be seen drooling at the sight of his bestfriend by his fiancé. There was trouble brewing, and the thoughts running through his mind was another battle.

Isobel, this is a deliberate tease.

Anne, still a bit stunned, managed to smile and respond politely. "It's nice to see you, Izzy. You look... comfortable."

Her discomfort was visible. She couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing Izzy in such revealing clothing in front of her partner. The casual intimacy of Izzy's attire and demeanor made Anne question the nature of their friendship, invoking a sense of insecurity she couldn't quite shake. She tightened her grip on Eddie's arm, which sent him back to reality.

"Thanks, Anne. It's great to see you both. I'm just making sure everything's ready for dinner." Izzy grinned, her confidence intact.

As they all made their way to the kitchen, the delicious aroma of the cooking dishes filled the air. The warmth of the Knight household was felt, and Izzy's interactions with her parents highlighted just how sweet and caring she could be. Izzy's mom is an exceptional cook, bustling around the kitchen, preparing a feast they knew would be memorable. They decided to help with the finishing touches of the dishes, sharing stories as they worked.

Anne, still grappling with her discomfort, tried to focus on the hospitality given to them. She did not want to be that person to ruin a holiday just because she was uncomfortable. She looked at her fiancé, who has a smile plastered on his face, one she's never seen before. He was more relaxed, and at home.

Eddie couldn't help but share stories of the countless times he had spent at the their household. "I spent most of my time here growing up," he said, giving Anne a nostalgic smile. "Izzy and I would always find an excuse to stay for dinner."

Family dinners, holiday gatherings, and even casual weekend barbecues always had a place for Eddie. Mrs. Knight, in particular, had a soft spot for him, often slipping him extra servings of her food and listening intently to his stories as if he were her own son. Mr. Knight, with his warm chuckles and gentle advice, made Eddie feel like he truly belonged.

Izzy chuckled, adding, "Yeah, especially when Mom was making her famous lasagna. Eddie couldn't resist. He'd take more home as well!"

Anne listened and laughed, she felt herself relax, watching the natural camaraderie between them from her seat. The sight of Eddie and Izzy fussing over the older woman, helping her with whatever she needed, moving in sync proved this was not their first rodeo. For her, it was a new experience, and her second time meeting Eddie's best friend. She quickly saw where Izzy got her charms—her mother's warmth and kindness were clearly passed down.

Eddie's laughter filled the room as he teased Izzy. Her mom looked at them with a soft smile, both amused and exasperated.

"You two are supposed to be grown ups now," she said, shaking her head gently, "always making a mess of my kitchen. You're ruining the presentation of my dishes!"

Her scolding was gentle, more affectionate than reprimanding, and Anne could see the genuine love and affection within the family as her initial surprise at Izzy's attire began to fade. It was clear that their bond was built on deep-rooted care and connection. Anne felt satisfied seeing Eddie so happy around them, the joy radiating from his face as he engaged with Izzy and her family. The more she observed, the more she understood and appreciated the unique dynamics that made their friendship so special.

Meanwhile, behind that playful smile, Eddie found it increasingly difficult to keep his focus. His eyes secretly kept drifting to Izzy's shorts, and his mind raced with thoughts he knew he shouldn't entertain. He just wants to bend her over the kitchen counter and pound on her from behind. She was driving him crazy.

The Knight household was spacious enough for Izzy's mom to have a dedicated storage room for her finest collection of china. With a special holiday upon them and her children gathered, along with Anne as a special guest, it was the perfect occasion to bring out the treasured pieces. Mrs. Knight was eager to get to know the woman who had captured Eddie Brock's heart and, in the meantime, tasked her two kids to bring it out. As they made their way to the storage room, they navigated the small space with care, mindful of the delicate nature of the items they were handling.

Eddie's thoughts raced as he followed Izzy into the confined space. He was both surprised and thrilled to see her, but the unexpected encounter left him feeling slightly off balance. "You really caught me off guard today," he admitted, watching her move gracefully among the shelves.

"I thought you knew I'd be here when I asked which chocolate you'd like," Izzy turned to him with a playful grin.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "So with just, you know, a couple of texts, I should assume you're coming home?"

"Duh. For a smart man, you tend to be oblivious sometimes."

He wasn't oblivious. Izzy was just that vague and unpredictable. Eddie knew better than to make any assumptions about her plans.

As they continued to search through the china collection, the close quarters made their occasional brushes against each other more frequent. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through Eddie, heightening the tension between them. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, the familiar pull of their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Izzy had always enjoyed surprising Eddie, and seeing his reaction today was no exception. For her, it wouldnt hurt if her best friend got teased and got shook up from time to time. It was her way into grounding him to the reality, as long as he is not married to Anne yet, she was not planning into halting her mischief anytime soon.

Still on their quest on finding the appropriate china, beneath the surface, unspoken emotions simmered. Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Izzy's unexpected visit, a deeper reason behind her sudden appearance.

"I could've prepared," Eddie said, his voice softening, staring at her.

Izzy paused her search, turning to face him, her mind puzzled by his words. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Prepared for what?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Many things.

His heart raced as he met her gaze, the intensity of the moment leaving him breathless. He felt the weight of their shared history, the unspoken emotions that had always lingered between them. "Prepared for you," he thought, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. It seemed like she understood anyway; he didn't need to say it. Silence would save them both from further complications in an already complex situation.

But she just had to ask...

"If you knew I'd be here, would you still come with Anne?"

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. Oh, Eddie.

He didn't want to hurt Anne, but he kept crawling back to the woman in front of him. "I don't know," he admitted honestly. "Maybe I would have tried to find a way to see you alone."

A puppy dog.

Whenever she saw him, he reminded her of a loyal puppy, always seeking his owner's love and attention. She knew Eddie would never blatantly ask her to kiss him or rekindle whatever physical intimacy they had, given his commitment to someone else. But she knew the longing in his eyes, the unspoken desire. So, she'd take the initiative, bridging the gap between them with a boldness he couldn't muster.

"Well, we're alone now..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Izzy took a step closer, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the unspoken desires swirling just beneath the surface. Slowly, her hands traveled to his chest, her fingers tracing up to the back of his neck. Eddie's breath hitched as she closed the distance between them.

"It's okay," she whispered repeatedly, her voice soothing. She nodded slightly, maintaining her gaze.

Eddie's eyes fluttered closed as their noses brushed softly against each other, he was going nuts again. Unable to verbalize what both of them are feeling that moment, but their hearts are pounding in unison. Izzy could feel his breath on her lips, and the moment seemed to stretch on forever.

"It's me, Eddie... Just me." Her fingers tracing circles at his nape, urging him to come closer.

Finally, she closed the remaining distance, her lips pressing against his in a kiss, starting out to be gentle. She was an angel with a sweet tasting set of plush red lips. Eddie's hands found their way to her her lower back, pulling her closer as he responded to her kiss. He savored the taste of her lips, the heat of her embrace, feeling his cock starting to solidifying underneath his pants.

They finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, the reality of their situation crashing down around them. Eddie's eyes darkened as he called her name, sounding desperate. "Izzy..."

Knowing what it meant, she whispered, her voice hinting concern, "Now?"

He nodded, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. This was her aphrodisiac, the thrill of knowing the people they were hiding their encounters from are just a thick wall away from them, and in that moment, they both knew they couldn't resist the pull any longer.

"Okay."

Say less.

He can't help it, he turned her to face the wall and stood behind her while bending her over, his hands gripped on her sides and started grinding on her ass. His fingers ran through the lace covering her cunt, it was warm and soaking wet, and played with her folds.

"Mmm.. Eddie..." Izzy faintly moaned, her hands holding unto the wooden cabinet.

"You're dripping, baby... I'll take care of you, huh?" Eddie said, smirking.

He needed to be inside her now. His thumb and index finger playing with her clit, and his other hand popped his cock out of his pants, pumping it as it leaks his pre cum. He swiftly pulled her lace shorts down, and hissed as he positioned the tip of his cock in her entrance. They never did it raw before, but the heat of the moment got the better of them, and they had to be quick before Anne looks for them.

"Iz, I'll just pull out, okay?" Eddie asked, his concern of doing her unprotected was evident.

Izzy nodded quickly and pleaded. "I need you inside, now."

He entered her slowly, pushing through her walls, sending him waves of pleasure. "Fuck, this feels good, Iz." Eddie groaned, his cock inside her, already pounding away, her pussy soaking wet for him. Izzy bit her lips preventing a moan to escape her lips but an occasional groan and gasps slips out from the both of them. His head fell back with his eyes closed while his hips snapping into her back and forth. They fucked all the time but with protection, always with a condom, and it was already amazing. But pounding inside her raw velvety walls was far different, so fucking good that he could himself about to explode earlier than he can usually last, but he has to hold it, ladies cums first.

"Kids? Did you find what you need in there?"

They heard her mom call out to them. It became more urgent. Izzy has her eyes closed, and lower lip bitten. She didn't want to answer her mom because Eddie was pounding in her deep, hitting her spot again and again, struggling to keep her moans. In a desperate attempt, she answered.

"Y-Yeah, mom... We'll be out in a few, just being.. careful here." Izzy panted, chiming back.

What they were doing right now was the opposite of careful.

The sight of her struggling and gasping for air turned him even more, Eddie's left hand reached for her breasts and kneaded on them, fiddling with her nipple, while his other hand rubbed circles on her clit, stimulating it even more. It was getting harder for her to avoid making sounds as she reaches her peak.

Izzy gulped down, with her eyes closed, feeling a knot in her stomach building.

"That feels so good, Eddie... oh god.. don't stop.. I'm close.."

Her voice calling his name was like the sweetest honey, dripping with warmth and melody. It was like hearing an angel whispering his name, tugging at his very core.

"I know baby... cum for me, alright?"

His pace quicken and he felt her clench around him, about to climax soon. He steadied himself again by placing both of his hands on each side of her hips, thrusting into her deeper and faster. Izzy arched her back, hips shaking as her orgasm culminated, with Eddie coming in close.

"Ohhh Yes.. yes.. yes.." her silent moans sent him over the edge, feeling his cock glazed with her warm liquid. Her voice had the power to unravel his desires further more.

"Iz... can't hold it anymore.." he panted, she feels too fucking good, he can't last long. He was looking around the small space where to put his load, but it was all plates, bowls and silverwear. "I can't cum inside you." his voice was nearly pleading and filled with urgency.

They didn't think it through.

"M-mouth." Izzy huffed, pulling herself away from him.

Good thing she did, or else he would've exploded inside her. His hand pumped his already lubricated cock as Izzy kneeled infront of him. Eddie brushed her hair away from her beautiful face, then grabbed her jaw, blowing his load insider her mouth, filling it with his thick hot seed. There was something about her untamed locks that added to her allure and her deep brown eyes staring back at him with her mouth opened wide, catching all his drippings.

"How can you be so beautiful and bad, huh?"

Eddie furrowed his eyes down at her, seeing her swallow his cum again, and giving him a playful smile after she did. She looked fucking sexy. He will never get tired of this.

--

Thanksgiving was a time for gratitude and togetherness, and he wanted to honor the moment, despite the conflicting feelings swirling within him. As they gathered around the table, Eddie knew he had to keep his composure. He was just fucked up a few minutes ago. Izzy's parents and Anne were not even suspicious since they were fully engrossed on getting to know each other.

Mrs. Knight looked at her daughter's attire and couldn't help but speak up. "Izzy, honey, could you at least put on a jacket? It's Thanksgiving, after all."

Izzy rolled her eyes playfully, clearly not thrilled about the idea. "Do I have to, Mom? We're all family here."

Her mom gave her a gentle but firm look. "Yes, you do. We have guests, and it's only appropriate."

With a dramatic sigh, Izzy finally relented. "Fine, fine," she said, heading upstairs to grab a jacket.

Turning to Eddie and Anne, Mrs. Knight offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about her, Anne. She's always had a liberated side. But Eddie, you've known her long enough to be used to it."

Eddie chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his mind momentarily reminded him of what he just saw. "Yeah, Mrs. Knight, I've seen it all."

He did. Not just seen—touched, licked, sucked, fucked, Eddie did it all. Just now, raw. They just don't know.

The dinner proceeded filled warmth and humor. Eddie couldn't help but compliment Mrs. Knight's cooking. "I'm so grateful to be back here. As always, the food is the best."

Anne nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. "I agree. I hope the food at our wedding will be as good as this."

The mention of the wedding sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He almost forgot he's bethroted to the blonde woman sitting next to him. He glanced at Izzy infront of him, trying to gauge her reaction. However, didn't seem fazed. She playfully raised her brows at him and took a big gulp of wine.

Eddie's heart pounded as he forced a smile, but Izzy remained calm and composed, her playful demeanor hiding any hint of the secret encounter they'd shared earlier.

"You know, Anne," Mrs. Knight began, "When these two were still little, Izzy would refuse to go anywhere without Eddie."

Izzy's dad chimed in eagerly, nodding his head, "It's true. Eddie was practically a fixture in this house. Our daughter needed a partner in crime, and Eddie fit the bill perfectly."

Her father was a retired veteran, a high-ranking one, and often deployed to different parts of the world. That's why she was able to live comfortably growing up. You might think that having a vet dad would make her disciplined and serious, but when you have a daughter as an only child, you tend to give her the world.

Her parents spoke about the time Izzy stole her dad's pickup truck and got caught driving without a license. They laughed, reminiscing about how Eddie had to come to the rescue and drive her home. That night was just one of many adventures they shared.

She had her mom's beauty and her dad's thirst for adventure.

Anne laughed, her earlier apprehensions with Izzy completely melting away. "It sounds like you two had quite the adventures."

As she listened to the stories, it dawned on her that Izzy was like family to Eddie, and there was nothing to worry about.

Or so she thought.

Out of the blue, she suddenly received a work call, requiring her to go home. She felt bad about leaving, especially since Izzy's parents yearned for Eddie, so she insisted he stay there and enjoy the evening, in which he reluctantly agrees.

"Don't worry! I'll drive him home!" Izzy chimed as Anne left.

When it was just the four of them, it felt like they went back in time. Eddie, Izzy, and her parents sat around the familiar dining table, the same one that had witnessed countless meals, laughter, and heartfelt conversations over the years.

He glanced at Izzy, looking as radiant as ever, her eyes sparkling with the same adventurous spirit that had drawn him to her in the first place. He loves Anne, but what he felt for his best friend was different.

For a few precious hours, it was as if nothing had changed.

As the night drew to a close, Izzy turned to her mom with a heartfelt smile. "Thanks for the amazing dinner, Mom," she said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

Eddie watched the tender moment, his heart warmed by the sight of Izzy with her family. Despite her unpredictable nature, Izzy had always been loving and caring, especially when it came to those she held dear. They volunteered to clean up, just like the old times.

Izzy's dad, still a bit groggy from his earlier nap, stretched and gave a satisfied sigh. "I think it's time for us old folks to head to bed," he said with a chuckle. "You kids enjoy the rest of your evening."

Her mom nodded in agreement, giving Eddie a warm smile. "It was wonderful having you here, Eddie. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

Eddie nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. It was great to be here."

Her parents retreated to their room, leaving Eddie and Izzy alone to clean up after dinner. Eddie stood at the sink, washing dishes, while Izzy dried them and placed them back in the cabinets. The room was quiet, save for the sound of running water and the clinking of dishes.

Focusing on the task at hand, Izzy broke the silence. "My mom really likes Anne," she said, her tone neutral.

"Yeah, she does," Eddie agreed, nodding.

Izzy's words hung in the air, and Eddie found himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her face was composed, it was always hard for Eddie to read the depth of Izzy's emotions. Her voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension in her movements that he couldn't quite decipher.

The way her fingers lingered on the dishes, the brief moments when her eyes would meet his and then quickly look away. Each gesture seemed loaded with meaning, but he struggled to grasp what she truly felt. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them, one that prevented him from fully understanding the emotions swirling inside her.

An awkward silence filled the air, both have a lot of things in mind, especially him. Eddie hesitated, then asked, "Do you like Anne too?"

He studied Izzy's facial expression, searching for any hint of her true feelings. She smiled, but it was one that didn't reach her eyes. "I have no complaints," she replied vaguely, turning back to dry another plate.

Eddie's heart ached at her response, knowing there was so much left unsaid. What would he do if he knew she didn't like her or whatever she truly felt towards his fiancé? What difference would it make? Her calm exterior left Eddie to wonder what might have been if things were different.

He was dying to ask her, to provide clarity and understand her better, but he knew that doing so would only complicate things further.

As they continued cleaning up, Izzy asked, "Have you and Anne picked a final date for the wedding yet?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment before answering. "Anne has been very busy lately, so we haven't discussed it yet."

She hummed in response, her expression thoughtful. It was evident that something was going through her mind, but she didn't dare to elaborate.

They finished cleaning and nothing else more to do, Izzy reached her hand out to Eddie, with her usual playful smile on her lips.

"How many have you got?"

Eddie chuckled, understanding her playful challenge. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting two packets of rubber. Handing them to her while shaking his head, he couldn't help but laugh at her antics. She had a knack for diffusing awkward situations and, fortunately for him, this was one of her ways.

"Come on," Izzy whispered with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's head upstairs."

She took his hand, her light-hearted giggle echoing through the hallway as she led him towards the staircase. Eddie followed, his gaze fixed on her, captivated by the way she effortlessly reeled him in. The way she moved, the infectious joy she radiated, made his heart flutter with anticipation. As they made their way to her room, a smile played on his lips as she locked the door behind him. With Izzy, every moment felt like a new adventure waiting to unfold.

It was a long marathon-like night. The two packets were used much to their content.

They are quietly lying side by side, wrapped in each other's arms. Suddenly, a loud snore echoed through the house—it was Izzy's dad, sound asleep. The unexpected noise made them burst into laughter. Eddie felt a deep sense of comfort, as if he had come home. Everything felt right tonight.

With his arm around Izzy's waist, he drew her closer. She looked at him with a warm smile, gazing into each other's eyes, the world around them fading away. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

Eddie's mind spun with regret and longing. He couldn't help but wonder if waiting for Izzy would have changed things. The thrill-seeking nature of hers was always at odds with the idea of settling down. Her life, though comfortable and stable, was always a search for excitement.

She brushed his hair back, a touch that made his heart beat faster. "I promised Anne I'd drive you home," she murmured softly, giving him a soft smile, her words filled with a sense of duty.

However, didn't want to leave her side, feeling he'd be stupid to let go of this beautiful dove to fly away again, not knowing when she'll return. Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed her again, moving on top of her, letting his emotions guide his actions. Without any warning, Eddie placed a gentle kiss on her neck, leaving a small mark as Izzy gasped softly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and affection.

Eddie walked into their apartment, exhaustion etched on his face. The weight of the evening's events clung to him like a shadow. He placed his keys on the kitchen counter, along with the box of chocolates, and let out a deep sigh, feeling both the fatigue and the guilt that gnawed at him. Seeing Anne after the long night he'd had with Izzy's family only intensified his internal conflict.

Anne looked up from her spot on the couch, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How did it go?" she asked gently, rising to meet him.

He mustered a tired smile. "It was nice... Izzy's parents were happy to see me."

She wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry for going home earlier than expected. I feel really bad. I know they mean a lot to you."

"Yeah, they do. I needed... that."

As they stood there, holding each other, Eddie's mind began to revert to the woman with non-existent wings, recalling the evening they shared—her laughter, the stories, their tender moments. He couldn't resist the feeling of being constantly drawn to her and longed for their next adventure.

Anne's voice brought him back to the present. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie nodded with yet another faint smile, grateful for her understanding. As they made their way to the bedroom, he cherished the moments with Anne, but his mind remained tethered to his best friend.

He wondered when he'd see his sweet, sweet cravings again.

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Next chapter

[bruciemilf]

“Megan thee stallion would not approve”

“Listen—“

“This is NOT hot girl behaviour”

venom does NOT indorse romances with bums who fight 15 year olds

[b-lenz-a]

What if the only women that can outmatch your freak was an alien symbiote that lived inside you and threatens to eat your organs if you don’t feed her.

Ever think about that Sanji? I do

Promo art for my up and coming story “Stowaway on the SSSanji” (a symbiote reader x Sanji story)

[sabeedraws]

time for baby’s other papa to take over, so Eddie can rest for a little bit

[nochukoo97]

when you show that jungkook is your man

main work: venom

word count: 680+

You watched from the corner of the room as Jungkook sparred with Woojae, boxing gloves making contact with the mitts.

There were a few other people training in the gym as well, but they were mainly on their own. However, you definitely didn’t fail to notice a certain someone ogling at your boyfriend from the corner of the room.

Yubin practically had heart eyes as she stared at Jungkook, his muscles still prominent through the loose shirt he was wearing, you couldn’t help but feel a little agitated at the sight of her drooling over your boyfriend.

“Okay, nice work today Jeon, you’re done,” Woojae pats him on the back, taking off his mitts. You’re about to get up to walk to your boyfriend, but someone else beats you to it.

“Jungkookie~” She bats her lashes at him, wrapping her arms around his, “Do you want to hang out after this?”

“I can’t, I’ve got plans,” He attempts to shrug off her grip, but she relents. He had plans with you, to be specific.

Your blood boils at this sight, didn’t she at least have some form of personal space? It made you mad to see another girl, especially her, cling onto your boyfriend like that.

“Can you not touch him like that,” You walk towards her, sending daggers at her as she scoffs.

“Why? Jealous? Just because he gives you private lessons, doesn’t mean I can’t do all this, who are you to tell me that anyways?” She rolls her eyes, attempting to pull Jungkook away from you, but he stays planted to the ground.

Jungkook awaits what you’re about to do next, he can feel your anger radiating from you as you fume in front of him. As much as Yubin had been annoying him, it was amusing to see you react this way.

“I’m his girlfriend,” You deadpan, pulling her arm away and standing in between them as you cross your arms.

Yubin doesn’t take this lightly, “Yeah right, stop trying to fake stuff just to keep him to yourself,” she scoffs in disbelief, “Jungkook, she’s lying right?”

“No?” He frowns at her, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you, your head leaning against his chest as you smile proudly at her.

“She’s my girlfriend,” He laughs, watching as Yubin’s mouth drops to the ground, eyes widening in shock.

“What? How? When did you-“

“Two months ago, during my match, he’s mine so back off,” You giggle, pulling Jungkook to head to the couch, leaving her in shock.

-

“That was cute,” Jungkook whispers, tucking a strand of hair away from your face as you sit closer to him on the couch.

“That was not cute,” You grumble, “I wanted to punch her seeing her cling onto you like that,”

“You’re mine anyways, no need to get jealous,” He chuckles, leaning in to peck your forehead affectionately.

You spot Yubin glaring at the both of you from the other end of the gym, so you decided to take this opportunity to prove it to her.

You climb on top of his lap, leaning down to kiss him as Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. He knows what you’re doing, it’s entertaining to see you become more and more bold everyday.

“Baby, I think you should wipe down before we go home,” You break apart from the kiss, tracing lines onto his chest as you tell him.

“Yeah? Wanna do it for me?” Jungkook manoeuvres you out of his lap, hands reaching for the hem of his shirt as he pulls it over his head.

He turns around, bare back exposed as you grab a towel and begin wiping him down. You make an effort to step aside, letting a certain someone catch the view of your boyfriend’s back, red angry scratches scattered here and there from your nails.

Turning around for a split second, a smirk tugs the corner of your mouth as you watch Yubin stare in horror at your boyfriend’s back, evidence of your doings all over.

Jungkook turns around, grabbing the towel from you and putting it aside, before putting a new shirt back on. You can only smile proudly, hoping that Yubin would finally know her place.

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[seongsangssbitch]

The Amazing Spiderman

pt 2

Synopsis: Yunho is Spiderman the city's savior and superhero who is also a little bit of a loser and is painfully in love with his best friend Mingi. What happens when his father's experiment goes terribly wrong transforming Yunho into a monster he despises?

Pairing: Spiderman! Yunho x Bestfriend! Mingi

Word count: 48k(total) 24k(This part)

Warning: Violence, blood, and angst, detailed rough sex smut, mind control, body control, lots and lots of cursing, daddy issues, mentioned death of a sibling, bones breaking, talk of paralysis.

NOTE: It's a happy ending guys don't worry. Also posted this early cuz I need to study help

@asherthehimbo i need your fully detailed reaction at every line, love you (this is a threat)

Part 1

Yunho ran back home climbing up through his window as he threw his suit aside, the tattered remains of it hitting the floor with a dull thud. His chest heaved as he fought to contain the fury boiling inside him, his voice cracking as he yelled, "We don't kill people! I'm Spider-Man! I don't know what twisted planet you come from, you filthy parasite, but here, we don't kill people!"

The symbiote remained silent, coiling within him, its presence humming with amusement, as if Yunho's outburst was nothing but a childish tantrum. Before he could even catch his breath, his bedroom door flew open, his father's face etched with a mixture of anger and concern.

"What happened?" his father demanded, eyes narrowed.

"Shut up!" Yunho snapped, his hands moving faster than his thoughts as he lunged forward, gripping his father by the collar and pinning him against the wall. His father's eyes widened in shock, but Yunho's grip only tightened, his fingers pressing down as he struggled to contain the symbiote's insatiable urge to hurt.

Can I kill him? Venatus' voice slithered into his mind, a taunting, dark whisper in the depths of his consciousness. The words sent a jolt through Yunho, amplifying his anger and feeding off his exhaustion.

"No. You. Can't!" Yunho hissed, shoving his father away with enough force that he stumbled back, glaring in a mix of fear and disbelief as Yunho slammed the door shut, locking it with trembling hands. He turned back, voice low and dripping with venom, speaking only to the creature inside him. "Listen here, Venatus. I don't care what you think you know, or what you think you can make me do—but I know how to kill you. And if you so much as make me hurt Mingi or force me to do something I can't come back from, I swear I'll throw myself off this balcony. I'll end both of us."

You wouldn't dare, Venatus sneered, a dark, mocking chuckle echoing in his mind, as though it found the mere suggestion laughable.

Yunho swallowed, stepping out onto the balcony, the cold air prickling against his skin. He glanced over the edge, his heart pounding as he looked down at the empty street below. "Try me," he whispered, his voice firm despite the tremor in his chest. He climbed onto the railing, arms spread for balance as he stared into the abyss below. His pulse quickened, each beat reminding him just how close he was to the edge.

You can't be serious...

"Test me one more time," he said, his voice steady as steel. "And you'll find out."

The symbiote's presence was silent, the amusement drained away, replaced by an edge of something Yunho hadn't felt from it before. Fear.

Yunho felt the icy rush of air against his skin as he plummeted downward, refusing to summon the symbiote's tendrils, refusing to let it take control. For a fleeting moment, there was only the void and his resolve to defy the creature inside him.

But just as the ground below seemed terrifyingly close, his fall stopped with a sudden jolt. His hand was caught in a fierce, desperate grip. Yunho looked up in shock, his heart racing as he saw Mingi leaning precariously out from the balcony above, fingers clenched around Yunho's wrist with everything he had.

"Mingi!" Yunho's voice cracked with disbelief and fear as he felt Mingi's hand tighten. Sweat glistened on Mingi's brow, his arm muscles trembling with strain. He was stretched almost fully over the ledge, his body teetering on the edge as he struggled to hold onto Yunho's weight.

"I... I can't pull us both back, Yunho," Mingi stammered, his voice strained as he gritted his teeth, his own weight beginning to slip further. "But If I... if I let go, we're both going down."

A sickening realization washed over Yunho: if he didn't act fast, Mingi would fall right along with him. Every instinct screamed at him to do something, anything, to save the person he loved most. Mingi's terrified eyes locked onto his, filled with unwavering trust.

Then, in his mind, the symbiote's voice cut through the panic, its tone stripped of its usual playfulness. Okay, deal here, spidey boy, it said, an edge of genuine urgency in its voice. I help save your boyfriend, and you don't kill us. Agreed?

Yunho barely registered the words before he mentally relented. He didn't care about anything else right now but saving Mingi. He felt the tendrils of the symbiote extend from his own arm, snaking around Mingi's torso and pulling them both back from the edge.

Once they were safely on the floor, Yunho pulled Mingi close, clutching him with a desperation he hadn't felt before. He looked down, noticing the symbiote's tendrils retracting, as if satisfied that it had kept its end of the bargain. In that moment, Yunho sensed something different—a strange, tentative understanding. For once, the symbiote wasn't an enemy—it was something more complex, something that was learning, maybe even beginning to understand why Yunho cared so much.

Thank you... thank you... Yunho muttered inwardly, hoping Venatus could feel his gratitude. The symbiote remained silent, but Yunho sensed something in its stillness—a quiet acceptance.

"What were you... why would you do that, Yunho?" Mingi's voice broke through the silence, barely above a whisper, raw and trembling with pain. The worry etched in Mingi's gaze struck deeper than Yunho had anticipated, making him swallow hard, the weight of guilt pressing down on him.

"I was... I was trying to handle something on my own," Yunho murmured, looking down at the floor, his voice thick with regret. "And I got in over my head."

Mingi exhaled slowly, a pained understanding in his expression. He reached out, his hand settling on Yunho's shoulder with a steadiness that grounded him. "You don't have to handle things alone, Yuyu," Mingi said softly. "Whatever's going on... I'll be here. I'll help you. But don't ever scare me like that again."

The words struck Yunho to his core, melting the defenses he'd been holding up since Venatus entered his life. Mingi's unwavering support, his faith in him despite the fear and confusion—it was more than Yunho felt he deserved, and it shook something loose within him. He pulled Mingi into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline, feeling the sting of tears he hadn't realized he was holding back.

In the quiet, as he held Mingi close, Yunho heard Venatus murmur reluctantly, You know... he really is special.

He's mine, Yunho shot back firmly, a protectiveness sparking within him. And to his surprise, he felt the symbiote chuckle—a soft, almost amused sound, lacking its usual menace.

Okay, spidey boy, Venatus replied, settling back within him, almost as if acknowledging the boundary Yunho had just drawn.

They stayed like that for a moment, locked in a quiet embrace, as the weight of Yunho's secret and the reality of what he'd almost done hung between them. He could feel Mingi's heartbeat against his own, steady and calming, grounding him back into the world he nearly tried to leave. For the first time since Venatus had come into his life, he felt like he wasn't facing it all alone.

Eventually, Mingi pulled back, studying Yunho with gentle but searching eyes. "Yunho, I don't know everything that's going on with you," he said quietly, his voice calm and resolute, "but if you're in some kind of trouble—if you're... dealing with things that are bigger than you can handle alone—you need to let me in."

Yunho wiped his eyes and managing a shaky smile. "I'm sorry. I just... things have been... complicated," he said, struggling to find words that wouldn't terrify Mingi but would give him some glimpse of what he'd been going through.

Mingi reached for Yunho's hand, squeezing it with quiet strength. "Then let me help you with that," he said simply. "You don't have to carry it all by yourself."

Yunho glanced away, swallowing the knot in his throat. "I'm not sure how much you can help with this," he admitted. "It's... it's something I can't exactly control."

Mingi tilted his head, studying Yunho with a gentle resolve. "Maybe I don't have to understand everything to be there for you. Just... promise me you'll try to stay safe, alright? No more jumping off balconies."

Yunho's lips twitched in a faint smile, a bittersweet warmth settling over him. "Deal."

As Mingi released his hand, Yunho could feel Venatus stirring in the background, but this time there was no pressure, no intrusion. The symbiote felt more subdued, as though it was observing him, silently absorbing the connection he shared with Mingi. You're serious about him, Venatus remarked, a note of curiosity softening its usual icy tone.

More than you know, Yunho replied firmly. And as he sat alongside Mingi, he felt the symbiote pull back, an unspoken truce settling between them.

That night, as Yunho lay in bed, Venatus's voice drifted into his mind, softer than ever before. We're... partners, right? I help you, you help me?

The symbiote's words struck him as odd, even vulnerable. He hadn't thought of Venatus as anything other than a constant threat in his life—a power trying to bend his will. But now, Yunho felt a strange understanding between them.

Yeah, Yunho replied, surprised by the gentleness in his own voice. But there are limits. I won't let you hurt the people I love.

Fair enough, so what's the deal with your father, he's been looking at you like a prey every time you come infront of him

Yunho tensed, feeling Venatus's curiosity like a light prodding in the back of his mind. The symbiote's question lingered, uncomfortably close to secrets he'd buried deep, even from himself. He hesitated, considering how much to share. But Venatus was part of him now, a presence he couldn't ignore, and maybe... maybe an ally he could start to trust.

"My father..." Yunho started, barely able to meet even his own thoughts head-on. "He's always been a controlling man. But recently, it's been more than that. He—" Yunho took a steadying breath. "He wants to use you. To control us both. He sees me as a tool, something he can manipulate."

There was a pause before Venatus replied, and when it did, Yunho thought he detected a thread of anger woven through its usual curiosity. He thinks he can control me, Venatus murmured, the words edged with resentment.

"He thinks he can control everything," Yunho said bitterly. "Even my life. He never cared about what I wanted. To him, I'm just a means to an end."

Venatus fell silent again, but Yunho sensed something shifting in the symbiote—a kind of solidarity, almost. "You know..." Venatus began slowly, "in my world, we chose our hosts. Not just anyone could bond with us. It had to be someone we respected, someone we trusted to let us thrive. Your father... he would never have been chosen."

Yunho found himself smiling a little at that. It was strange, even surreal, to feel this kind of kinship with Venatus, this creature that had once terrified him. "Maybe... maybe we can be partners, after all," Yunho said, finally allowing himself to imagine that he didn't have to do this alone.

Then it's settled, Venatus replied, sounding almost pleased. No one controls us. Not your father, not anyone.

"You know if i were to allow you to kill one person it would be my father" Yunho said

I can kill your father? Venatus's excitement was almost palpable, a dark eagerness echoing through Yunho's mind that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Easy there," Yunho replied, his voice firm but tinged with a strange kind of humor. "That's not an invitation—more like... a hypothetical."

Hypothetical, Venatus echoed, sounding both disappointed and intrigued. But you're saying he's... a problem.

Yunho paused, looking out his window at the dark, empty street below. His father had always been more than just a problem. He was an oppressive force in Yunho's life, a shadow constantly looming over him, trying to pull the strings. But he wasn't ready to cross that line—not yet, anyway.

"Look, I can handle him," Yunho said. "I just need to keep you under control so things don't... escalate." He hesitated, then added, "And it's not like I'm willing to go to jail over him. That's the last thing I need right now."

You're afraid of the consequences, then, Venatus mused, a note of understanding creeping into its voice. But you'd want him out of your life if you could... permanently.

Yunho clenched his fists, fighting down the truth that surged up with Venatus's words. "Yeah... maybe. But that doesn't mean I'll let you do it."

Understood, Venatus replied, almost purring, as if savoring the idea. But if you change your mind... you know where to find me.

Yunho felt the chill of Venatus's presence settle back into the depths of his mind, almost like a loyal but deadly weapon waiting to be wielded. He smirked slightly, feeling a newfound confidence. He'd made it clear who was calling the shots, and for now, that was enough.

"Besides Mingi would hate me if im a murderer"

Ignore your weak ass boyfriend, Venatus said

Yunho glared at the air in anger "Shut up"

The intensity of his voice made Venatus groan

"Wow i just learned how to punish you," Yunho said and chuckled

Venatus went silent for a beat, and Yunho felt a flicker of surprise echo back from the symbiote. You're bluffing, it finally said, though there was a faint tremor of uncertainty in its tone.

"Oh, am I?" Yunho challenged, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Seems like I've finally got the upper hand on you, Venatus." He paused, letting his voice drop to a whisper. "So unless you want me barking orders every five minutes, maybe you should keep those smart remarks about Mingi to yourself."

The symbiote let out a grumbling sound, an almost petulant sigh echoing in Yunho's mind. Fine, it muttered, the reluctance clear. But I still think you could do better than that clingy human.

Yunho clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to shout, but he held his ground, his grip over his own mind stronger than before. "Mingi is not 'clingy,' and he's more than 'just a human.' He's... well, he's my anchor." His voice softened. "And whether you like it or not, he's here to stay."

Fine, Venatus replied, the defeat in its tone almost amusing. I suppose I'll tolerate him, for now.

Yunho's smile widened, feeling a small, victorious thrill surge through him. He'd come to realize that with Venatus, power wasn't just about brute strength or control—it was about a partnership, a strange and delicate dance of boundaries. "Good. Because we're in this together. But remember... no hurting the people I care about."

The symbiote shifted again, a feeling of resignation passing through him.

Understood, Spidey Boy, it replied, almost affectionately, and for the first time, Yunho thought he heard a hint of something like loyalty in Venatus's voice.

Yunho let out a soft, breathy laugh, amused by the shift in their dynamic. He let himself relax, leaning back into the comfort of his bed as he felt the weight of the day start to lift, if only a little.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" Yunho murmured, teasing lightly. There was something endearing about this odd, twisted creature now residing in his head. It had pushed him to his limits, twisted his perception of right and wrong, but here it was—shifting, like a child trying to be good, trying to please him.

Venatus's voice took on a purring quality, low and almost content. I am not a dog, Spidey Boy, it replied, but there was a noticeable lack of venom in its tone. The typical growl was replaced with something more... playful. But, I suppose... I do like being appreciated.

Yunho's lips quirked into a mischievous grin as he toyed with the idea. "Aww, you're like a little doggy, aren't you? Just a big, powerful puppy, following orders and protecting its owner," he cooed, his voice light but teasing. He could practically feel Venatus's annoyance simmering beneath the surface, but there was something else there too—reluctant acceptance, maybe.

The symbiote's response was a low growl, but there was no real malice behind it, just a trace of embarrassment. I'm not a puppy, you idiot, it muttered, though Yunho could hear the faintest hint of amusement in the words. I am a force, Spidey Boy. I'm far more than your pet.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Venatus," Yunho replied, his tone light and teasing. "But you can't deny, you're a bit of a softie when it comes to me."

I'll show you what happens when I get soft, Venatus muttered, a dark chuckle in its voice. Don't get too comfortable, Spidey Boy.

Yunho smiled, his mind spinning with the possibilities of where this strange partnership might take him. He knew he couldn't afford to get too attached

"Yeah, yeah," Yunho muttered to himself, settling into the bed with a sigh. "We'll see how long you can keep up this 'loyal' act, Venatus. But for now... let's get some rest."

I'm always watching, Spidey Boy, Venatus's voice echoed in his mind one last time before fading into an almost peaceful silence.

For the first time in days, Yunho allowed himself to simply breathe, his chest rising and falling slowly as he let the tension melt away. He could almost forget about the chaos he was wrapped up in—the mess of his life, his father's threats, the symbiote lurking within him.

But just as the calm started to take over, a soft creak from the door shattered the quiet.

Yunho's head snapped up, his heart skipping a beat. The door swung open, and there stood Mingi, grinning and holding two tubs of ice cream in his hands.

"Your mom let me come in," Mingi said casually, shrugging as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Without waiting for a response, he walked in and sat down next to Yunho on the bed, placing the ice cream between them.

Yunho blinked, his mind racing. Mingi? Here? His eyes widened in surprise, but it quickly melted into a smile, both relieved and grateful for the sudden comfort Mingi's presence brought.

"Wait—how did you even get in here?" Yunho managed to say, his voice still thick with surprise. The last thing he had expected was for Mingi to show up in his room, especially after everything that had just happened. But as Mingi casually dug into the ice cream, not even bothering to answer Yunho's question, Yunho couldn't help but laugh softly.

"I have my ways," Mingi said, still grinning, before scooping a large spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "You look like you need a break. Plus, you were being... kind of a drama queen earlier."

Yunho's lips curled into a small smirk. "Drama queen?" he repeated, his voice light but teasing. "I don't think I was being that bad. I was—"

"About to jump off your balcony," Mingi interrupted, his tone turning serious, though his eyes still held a flicker of concern. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, Yunho. I don't care what's going on, but you can't isolate yourself like this. You don't have to fight everything alone."

Yunho opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to argue, to tell Mingi that he had to do it on his own, that the symbiote was something he couldn't bring anyone into, but instead, he found himself simply looking at Mingi, his heart heavy.

Mingi wasn't just his best friend. He was everything. The person who had stood by his side, who had never once turned away, who had always offered a hand when Yunho was ready to pull away from the world. He was the one person who kept Yunho grounded.

"Mingi," Yunho whispered, his voice low, filled with unspoken gratitude and something deeper. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to drag you into this."

Mingi looked at him, his expression softening. "You don't have to apologize, Yunho. I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together, okay?"

Yunho nodded, feeling a knot in his chest loosen just a little. "Yeah... together."

As they both dug into the ice cream in silence, the weight of everything still hung between them, but in that moment, with Mingi by his side, Yunho felt a little less alone in the world. There was still the darkness of the symbiote in his mind, but Mingi's presence was a light he couldn't deny, something he could hold onto, no matter what.

As the ice cream containers lay empty between them, a comfortable silence settled over Yunho and Mingi. Mingi leaned back, stretching out lazily, but his eyes never left Yunho. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate as they shared this quiet, intimate moment. Mingi shifted, subtly moving closer, his warmth just a little too close to Yunho's, and his breath tickled the air around Yunho's ear.

Yunho felt his heartbeat quicken as Mingi gently cupped his face with one hand, his thumb brushing over the smooth skin of Yunho's cheek. Slowly, Mingi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Yunho's cheek. The touch was light, tender—his lips lingering just long enough to leave a faint warmth on Yunho's skin. Yunho's breath caught in his throat, and his gaze flickered to Mingi's, searching for some hint of what this meant, but Mingi only offered him a smile, soft and reassuring.

Before Yunho could say anything, Mingi kissed his neck, the coolness of his lips contrasting with the heat coursing through Yunho's veins. The action was gentle but possessive, as if marking his territory in a way that felt both comforting and thrilling. Yunho's pulse spiked, the intensity of the moment taking him by surprise, leaving him breathless.

"Min..." Yunho whispered, his voice barely audible as he instinctively tilted his head to give Mingi more access.

But just as Yunho closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, a familiar, mocking voice echoed in the back of his mind, making his skin crawl.

Look like you about to get some tonight, Spidey Boy , Venatus sneered, its words dripping with sarcasm. You gonna let him have you like that? You getting soft on me, huh? He's got you all worked up.

Yunho almost laughed in disbelief.

Shut up, Venatus , he muttered under his breath, trying to focus on Mingi, but the symbiote's voice was unrelenting, a steady stream in the back of his mind.

Mingi pulled back slightly, sensing the shift in Yunho's energy. He frowned, a look of concern crossing his features. "Yunho? What's going on? You look like you've just been distracted by something."

Yunho blinked, his mind racing. His gaze locked with Mingi's, and despite the chaos in his head, he forced a smile, though it was a little strained. "It's nothing. Just... tired, I guess. It's been a long day."

Mingi's expression softened but didn't fully buy it. His hand lingered on Yunho's shoulder, comforting, but not pressing. "You don't have to hide it from me, Yuyu. I'm here, remember?"

Yunho felt a lump form in his throat. He wasn't sure how to explain to Mingi that his mind had become a battleground—not just for his own sanity but for something that he was only just beginning to understand. "I know," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I just... I don't want to be a burden. I don't want this to affect us."

Aw, come on, Spidey Boy. You're not a burden , Venatus cut in, its tone uncharacteristically warm.

Yunho couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. The symbiote, in its own way, had become something of a strange ally, even if it still made his skin crawl sometimes. But right now, it didn't feel like the invasive, menacing force it once was. It was just... Venatus.

"I guess we're both a little messed up, huh?" Yunho chuckled softly, glancing at Mingi, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Mingi's brow furrowed, clearly confused by the strange turn in Yunho's words. He paused, eyeing Yunho with growing concern. "Who are you talking to, Yunho? Seriously, you're freaking me out."

Yunho froze for a second, his mind racing as Venatus's voice lingered in the background, unnervingly loud for anyone but him to hear. It took a beat for him to collect himself before he masked his unease with a smooth, reassuring smile.

"Ignore it, baby," Yunho murmured, his voice low and calming as he leaned forward, brushing his lips gently over Mingi's.

Mingi sighed, his body relaxing under the kiss, though his expression still carried a touch of worry. But he didn't pull away. He never did. Not when it was like this.

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Rough sex skip to the next M if uncomfortable

As their lips met, the voice in Yunho's head stirred once again, more insistent than before.

Your babe's kinda cute, Yunho. It's going to make me hard. Let's fuck him. Please, please, please.

Yunho's stomach twisted in a way he couldn't explain. He pulled away from Mingi just slightly, but kept his hand on the back of Mingi's neck, holding him close. His eyes were soft but firm as he whispered, "Calm down, Venatus."

It was like an annoying, sulking presence inside him, but with every word, Yunho could feel Venatus's hunger becoming more demanding. The symbiote wasn't used to being ignored.

He tried to focus on Mingi, blocking out Venatus's voice as best he could, though it was like a nagging whisper that wouldn't quite fade away. Yunho leaned in once more, pressing a gentle kiss to Mingi's forehead, his heart beating quicker as Mingi's hands found his sides, gently pulling him back into the moment.

Yunho, please... something. I need a release.

The words stirred a heat in Yunho's chest that he didn't want to acknowledge. Venatus was always like this—pressing, demanding, pushing him to give in, to let go of control. But Yunho wasn't going to let the symbiote win. Not tonight. Not with Mingi here, holding him in a way that made everything feel right, like there was something real, something worth fighting for.

Yunho's grip on Mingi's waist tightened just slightly as he pulled away from the kiss, trying to steady his breath. "Calm down," he muttered under his breath, the words meant for both himself and the symbiote. 

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

But Venatus wasn't interested in quieting down. It was hungry, wanting to break through Yunho's restraint, to push him past his limits. Yunho could feel the shift in his mind as the symbiote's desire grew more demanding, wrapping around his thoughts like a chain.

Mingi's voice broke through, soft and full of concern. "Yunho? Are you okay?" He rested his hand on Yunho's chest, feeling the erratic pace of his heartbeat. Mingi's eyes searched his face, a gentle but clear question in his gaze.

Yunho's breath caught in his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said quickly, but even he could hear the unsteadiness in his voice. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't tell Mingi what was happening inside his head. Not when Mingi was looking at him like that—so trusting, so open.

Look at his eyes, Yunho. So beautiful. Do something.

Yunho could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading through his veins. His pulse quickened. He wanted to pull Mingi closer, feel the warmth of his body, taste him, but there was something else—something dark and restless whispering in his mind, urging him forward.

Mingi's fingers lightly traced along Yunho's jaw, and the touch was so gentle, so tender, that Yunho could hardly breathe. His body reacted to Mingi instinctively, every nerve alight with need. But then the symbiote stirred inside him, making everything feel sharper, more intense.

Do it. Take control.

Yunho swallowed hard, trying to suppress the heat, trying to hold back the wave of desire that surged through him. Mingi was too close, too perfect, his soft lips parted slightly as he waited, his eyes heavy with the same longing that Yunho could feel pulsing through him.

Yunho's hands moved almost of their own accord, sliding up Mingi's back, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together. He could feel Mingi's heartbeat against his own, the steady thrum that matched his own racing pulse. The space between them seemed to vanish, and the air between them felt thick with something undeniable.

"Yunho..." Mingi whispered, his breath warm against Yunho's ear. His hands found Yunho's chest, pushing gently, as if testing the waters. His lips brushed Yunho's neck, soft and teasing, sending a shiver down Yunho's spine.

Yunho's hands found Mingi's waist, pulling him even closer as his lips met Mingi's in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. He felt Mingi's hands slip into his hair, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss. It was slow at first as if they were both savoring the moment, unsure where it would go but unwilling to stop.

But Yunho's mind was still a battlefield, the symbiote pushing against his thoughts, urging him to take more, to control the situation. The fight to keep himself grounded was harder than ever, the craving inside him intensifying.

Mingi's hands moved down Yunho's chest, his fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt as if he could feel the tension in Yunho's body. When their lips finally parted, Mingi's eyes were hazy, filled with something Yunho hadn't seen before—raw desire, mixed with trust.

"Yunho... are you sure about this?" Mingi asked, his voice low but steady, his hands still resting on Yunho's chest, as though searching for confirmation.

Yunho's breath hitched at the question. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. But as he looked into Mingi's eyes—so open, so vulnerable—he knew one thing for certain: He couldn't let the symbiote control this. Not now. Not when Mingi needed him to be present, to be real.

He pulled Mingi closer, his lips pressing against his again, this time with more urgency. "I'm sure," Yunho muttered against Mingi's lips, his hands working quickly to remove the barrier of clothing between them, feeling the heat of Mingi's skin against his own.

The sensation of Mingi's body under his hands sent a surge of heat through him. His mind was hazy, every thought clouded with the need to feel more, to lose himself in the moment. The symbiote was still there, still pushing at the edges of his mind, but Yunho drowned it out with the feeling of Mingi's body beneath his, the softness of his skin, the way his lips fit so perfectly against his own.

His body feels so soft against yours, Yunho. Do it. Take his shirt off.

The voice in his mind wasn't as harsh this time. It was almost coaxing, like a familiar temptation. The heat of the moment tugged at him, urging him to follow through on the desire building inside him.

But Yunho's breath stuttered as he pulled away just slightly, his forehead resting against Mingi's as he tried to ground himself. Mingi's breath was quick, matching his own. They were both caught in this raw, vulnerable moment, and Yunho couldn't shake the feeling that if he let go completely if he followed the pull, it wouldn't be just about them. It would be about him, about losing control.

He didn't want to lose control—not now, not with Mingi, who trusted him so completely.

"Mingi..." Yunho whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He wasn't sure if it was the weight of his own desire or the turmoil in his mind, but the words felt heavier than they should. "I—" He stopped, unsure how to express everything crashing inside him.

Mingi's hands slid up his arms, his touch light and tender, as if grounding him. "Yunho," Mingi murmured, his voice a quiet reassurance, "It's okay. We don't have to rush." His lips brushed against Yunho's jaw, soft and reassuring. "I'm here."

Yunho closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. He wanted to give in to this, to Mingi, to the undeniable connection between them, but there was a war raging inside him—a war between the love he felt for Mingi and the control the symbiote sought to take over.

His lips found Mingi's again, but this time, the kiss was slower, gentler, as Yunho tried to steady himself, pushing aside the darker urges within him. He let the feeling of Mingi's hands, the warmth of his skin, ground him. He didn't need to give in to everything the symbiote wanted. He had to stay present, for Mingi. For them.

Yunho's hands trembled slightly as they slipped under Mingi's shirt, the fabric pulling taut over his shoulders as Yunho gripped it. The room was thick with tension, every second stretching out into an eternity of anticipation. Venatus's voice was a constant hum in the back of his mind, urging him to take control, to let go and lose himself in the moment.

But Yunho couldn't. Not entirely. Not when Mingi's eyes were locked on his, so full of trust and desire. He wanted to be present for this, to savor every touch, every breath, every word. The symbiote's demands could wait. For now, there was only Mingi.

Mingi's fingers dug into Yunho's biceps, his grip firm but gentle, grounding Yunho in the reality of the moment. "Yunho," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "You don't have to be scared. I'm here."

Yunho swallowed hard, his throat dry. He wasn't scared—not exactly. It was more like a controlled chaos inside him, a storm he was desperately trying to navigate without capsizing. But Mingi's words, the warmth of his body against his own, helped anchor him.

Slowly, deliberately, Yunho lifted the hem of Mingi's shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of Mingi's belly. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, making his breath hitch. He pulled the shirt up, revealing more of Mingi's torso, the muscles tensing under Yunho's touch. Mingi's chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart beating fast against Yunho's palm.

"You're beautiful," Yunho whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He meant it—every word. Mingi was perfect in his eyes, a light in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

Mingi's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his gaze dropping to Yunho's lips. "You make me feel..." He trailed off, searching for the right words, but the intensity of the moment left him speechless. Instead, he leaned in, capturing Yunho's lips in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, fueled by the unspoken connection between them. Yunho's hands roamed down Mingi's back, feeling the curve of his spine, the flex of his muscles as he pressed closer. He could feel the heat of Mingi's skin, the way his body responded to every touch, every movement. It was intoxicating.

Venatus stirred within him, its presence a heavy weight in his mind.

Take him, Yunho. Show him who's in charge. Make him yours. 

The symbiote's voice was a seductive whisper, tempting him to give in to the darker desires bubbling beneath the surface.

Yunho broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked into Mingi's eyes. "I want to..." He hesitated, his voice strained, "I want to make you feel good."

Mingi's eyes darkened with lust, his hands sliding down to cup Yunho's ass, pulling him closer. "Then do it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show me."

The challenge in Mingi's tone pushed Yunho over the edge. He needed this—needed to assert some semblance of control, to prove to both himself and Venatus that he was still in charge. With a growl, he grabbed Mingi's hips, flipping them so that Mingi was pressed against the bed, his hands pinned above his head.

Mingi gasped, his eyes wide with surprise, but there was no fear in them—only excitement. "Fuck, Yunho," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Do it."

Yunho didn't need to be told twice. His hands moved swiftly, undoing the button of Mingi's jeans, his fingers working the zipper down with practiced ease. He shoved the denim down Mingi's legs, exposing the boxer shorts that clung to his erection. The sight made Yunho's mouth water, his own cock straining against his pants.

Without hesitation, Yunho pulled down Mingi's boxers, freeing his hard length. Mingi's cock sprang up, bobbing with each quickened breath, and Yunho's hand wrapped around it, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke.

Mingi groaned, his back arching off the bed, his hips bucking into Yunho's hand. "God, Yunho... yes..."

Yunho's grip tightened, his strokes firmer, more insistent. He watched Mingi's face, noting every flicker of pleasure, every shiver that passed through his body. It was intoxicating, knowing he had this kind of power over Mingi—knowing that he could bring him to the edge with just a few simple movements.

Venatus's voice echoed in his mind, a mocking laugh.

You love this, don't you? The power? The control? Admit it.

Yunho gritted his teeth, pushing the symbiote's taunts aside. This wasn't about power. It was about Mingi—about making sure he felt good, about showing him that he was wanted, cherished.

"Look at me," Yunho commanded, his voice rough with strain. "Don't close your eyes."

Mingi obeyed, his gaze locking onto Yunho's, filled with raw, unfiltered desire. "Harder, Yunho," he begged, his voice breaking on the last word. "Please... harder..."

Yunho's grip tightened even more, his strokes faster, more forceful. He could see the tension building in Mingi's body, the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath hitched with each thrust of his hips. It was exhilarating, watching Mingi fall apart beneath his touch.

"That's it," Yunho growled, his voice low and threatening. "Take it princess. Take everything I give you."

Mingi's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, he came, his release spilling over Yunho's hand, hot and slick.

Yunho watched him ride out his orgasm, his own body thrumming with the need to follow suit. But he held back, letting the moment stretch out, savoring the sight of Mingi's face, the way his chest heaved with each shuddering breath.

"Good boy," Yunho murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You did so well."

Mingi's eyes fluttered open, the haze of lust slowly clearing. "Yunho..." he started, his voice weak, vulnerable.

But before he could say anything more, Yunho leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, claiming kiss again. Mingi melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Yunho's neck, pulling him closer. There was no resistance, no hesitation—just pure, unadulterated surrender.

Yunho slid his hand down, tracing the curve of Mingi's hip, his fingers finding the tender flesh of his thigh. He squeezed gently, enjoying the way Mingi's body responded to his touch.

"Spread your legs," Yunho commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

Mingi obeyed instantly, parting his thighs and opening himself up to Yunho's exploration. The vulnerability of the gesture made Yunho's heart race, his cock twitching with the need to claim him.

Venatus's voice was a low, approving murmur in the back of his mind.

Yes... take what's yours... mark him...

Yunho ignored the symbiote, focusing instead on the task at hand. He reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. The cool liquid coated his fingers, and he wasted no time in spreading it over Mingi's entrance, slipping one finger inside.

Mingi gasped, his body tightening around Yunho's probing digit. "So... good..." he whispered, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Yunho added a second finger, scissoring them inside Mingi, stretching him open. He watched intently, noting how tightly Mingi clenched around him, the way his body reacted to every movement. It was a heady feeling, knowing he had this kind of control over such a powerful, confident person.

"You ready for me?" Yunho asked, his voice low and rough.

Mingi nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as he bit his lip. "Yes... please..."

Yunho withdrew his fingers, quickly coating his own cock with lube. He positioned himself at Mingi's entrance, pressing the tip against his tight ring of muscle.

"Look at me," Yunho commanded, his voice sharp. "Keep your eyes open."

Mingi obeyed, meeting Yunho's gaze with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The vulnerability in his eyes made something twist deep in Yunho's gut, but he pushed it aside, focused on the task at hand.

With one swift, decisive thrust, Yunho buried himself inside Mingi, filling him completely. Mingi cried out, his nails digging into Yunho's back, his body clenching tight around him.

Yunho paused, savoring the feeling of being enveloped by Mingi's warmth. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the roughness of his actions. "Just breathe."

Mingi took a shaky breath, his body slowly loosening around Yunho. "Harder..." he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "Please... harder..."

Mingi cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that left his voice hoarse. He could feel every inch of Yunho's cock filling him, stretching him wider than he ever imagined possible. The sensation was overwhelming, his body tense with the force of the penetration.

"Fuck, Mingi, you're so tight," Yunho groaned, his hands gripping Mingi's hips tightly as he began to move, slowly withdrawing before thrusting back in. Each stroke was deliberate, designed to maximize the friction between their bodies, to take control and claim Mingi as his own.

Mingi's breath came in ragged gasps, his body shuddering with each thrust. The pain began to fade, replaced by a growing wave of pleasure that pulsed through his core. His cock twitched, hard and desperate for release, but he held back, focusing on the sensation of Yunho inside him, filling him, owning him.

Yunho's movements grew more urgent, his pace increasing as he lost himself in the sensation of Mingi's body tightening around his cock. Venatus's influence was strong, the symbiote reveling in the dominance, urging Yunho to take what he wanted without restraint.

But Yunho fought to maintain control, his mind a battleground between his own desires and the symbiote's insatiable hunger. He needed to stay present, to remember why he was doing this—for Mingi, for them.

His hands moved to Mingi's chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned down, capturing Mingi's lips in a bruising kiss. The taste of Mingi was intoxicating, his tongue tangling with Mingi's as they shared the same breath, the same moment of raw connection.

Mingi's moans were muffled against Yunho's mouth, his body arching up to meet each thrust. The sensation was maddening, the friction of Yunho's cock rubbing against his prostate with each powerful stroke. He could feel the pressure building, the imminent climax hovering just out of reach.

"Yunho... I... I'm gonna..." Mingi panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold on, to wait for Yunho to join him in the release.

"Let go, Mingi," Yunho growled against his lips, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Come for me, baby. Feel how good it is... how good I am..."

The words were enough to push Mingi over the edge. His body stiffened, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed onto his stomach, the orgasm ripping through him with brutal intensity. His walls clamped down on Yunho's cock, milking him with desperate need.

Yunho felt the tightness around his cock, the exquisite pressure as Mingi came undone beneath him. It was too much, the combination of Mingi's release and the symbiote's relentless drive pushing him past the point of no return. He gave one last, powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside Mingi as he roared his own release, spilling his seed deep within Mingi's channel.

The world blurred around them, the room fading into a haze of white-hot pleasure. Yunho collapsed onto Mingi, his weight pressing them both into the mattress as they rode out the aftershocks of their mutual climax.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the heavy breathing of two bodies spent and sated. Yunho's forehead rested against Mingi's shoulder, his lips pressed to the warm skin as he fought to catch his breath.

"Yunho..." Mingi whispered, his voice weak but full of emotion. "What... what just happened?"

"Shush" Yunho said and leaned forward again kissing Mingi harder, he didn't know why he left control of it but he could feel Venatus forming over his body.

He held Mingi up with his strong arms, laying his boyfriend on the floor before pulling his waist up, going lower and lower.

Yunho's tongue grew longer and thicker, slithering between Mingi's legs like a serpent. He lapped at Mingi's sensitive spots, driving the younger man wild with pleasure. Mingi moaned loudly, his hips bucking against Yunho's face as he tried to get closer to that magical tongue. Venatus's influence was strong, his symbiote body growing harder and more insistent with each passing moment.

Yunho's cock swelled, growing larger and more menacing as it pulsed with need. He positioned himself at Mingi's entrance again, his eyes locked on Mingi's as he prepared to take what he wanted. Mingi's eyes widened in curiosity as he watched his boyfriend look bigger, but Yunho silenced him with a fierce kiss.

"Trust me, Mingi," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before." And with that, Yunho thrust inside Mingi, his cock stretching the younger man's hole wide open again.

Mingi cried out in pain as Yunho softly stroked his hands trying to relax him, his eyes locked on Mingi's as he began to move. Each stroke was brutal, designed to claim Mingi as his own. The pain soon gave way to pleasure, Mingi's body shuddering with each thrust. Yunho's cock was like a living thing, pulsing and throbbing within Mingi's channel.

The symbiote's influence was overwhelming, driving Yunho to take what he wanted without mercy. He fucked Mingi relentlessly, his body a whirlwind of dark energy and raw desire. Mingi's moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath Yunho's.

He was lost in the pleasure, his mind a haze of ecstasy. Yunho's cock swelled even larger, his symbiote body reaching its peak. He whined in pleasure as he came, filling Mingi's channel with his seed. The symbiote's energy surged through Yunho's body, making him feel invincible. He pulled out of Mingi, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Mingi lay on the floor, his body trembling with pleasure and pain.

[M]

END

Yunho leaned down, kissing him gently.

Something clicked inside Yunho's head as his eyes widened

"Mingi?" His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, as he slowly pulled away, the weight of his actions sinking in. "Fuck, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean..."

Yunho's eyes filled with remorse as he realized the gravity of his actions. He had lost control, allowing Venatus to take over his body and use Mingi in such a brutal way. He knew he had hurt Mingi, both physically and emotionally, and he felt terrible about it.

Mingi's eyes fluttered, his breath still shallow, but his lips curved slightly as if he were struggling to understand why Yunho was so shaken.

"Baby, I'm fine," Mingi said softly, his voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and warmth, still dazed but trying to offer comfort. His hand reached up to touch Yunho's cheek, gently brushing away the tears that had started to fall, though Yunho hadn't even realized they were there.

Yunho flinched at the touch, unable to meet Mingi's eyes. His entire body felt heavy with shame like he didn't deserve to be comforted after what had happened.

"Mingi, I..." He swallowed hard, struggling to put his feelings into words. "I didn't mean for any of this. I... I let Venatus take control. I hurt you. I didn't... I didn't even realize..."

"Who's Venatus?" Mingi asked sitting up straighter as he looked at his boyfriend confused

"Mingi, I..." Yunho stammered, his voice cracking as he fought to steady his emotions. He didn't want to scare Mingi, didn't want to lose him, but there was no way around it. He had to be honest, no matter how terrifying it was.

"Venatus..." Yunho whispered, barely able to say the name. His voice wavered, and his hands clenched in his lap as he forced himself to continue. "Venatus is... a part of me. An alien... symbiote." The words felt strange coming out of his mouth, like something unreal. "Remember when my dad pulled me from your house yesterday? I'll explain it later, but he... he administered something into me, some kind of alien... and now it's inside me. It's in my head. And I can't always control it."

Yunho looked away, not able to meet Mingi's gaze as the guilt washed over him again. He swallowed hard, the words a raw confession. "Sometimes... sometimes it takes control, Mingi. When that happens, I—I lose myself. I hurt people, Mingi. I don't even realize what's happening until it's over and by then... it's too late." His throat constricted as he struggled to choke back the emotion threatening to burst through. "And that's why I—"

His voice cracked, the last word barely leaving his lips as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. He couldn't finish. He didn't want to say it out loud. The thought of Mingi knowing what had happened, knowing the extent of his actions, made him feel like he was falling apart. His chest felt hollow, and his heart thudded painfully against his ribs.

Mingi was silent, staring at him with wide eyes, blinking in confusion as he processed what Yunho had just said. He was trying to understand, but the words seemed too surreal, too unbelievable.

"Wait... you've got a... what? A symbiote?" Mingi repeated, his voice a mixture of disbelief and concern. "And... you didn't tell me about this?"

Yunho closed his eyes, rubbing his face in frustration. "I didn't know how Mingi. I didn't want to tell you like this. I didn't want to hurt you with it. But it's a part of me, okay? Sometimes, I can't control it. It... takes over, and I do things I never meant to." His voice lowered, the weight of the confession hanging in the air between them. "Things I never wanted to happen."

Mingi's eyes softened, but Yunho could still see the confusion in them. He wasn't sure what to say, how to fix this. His words felt hollow as they left his lips, but the shame was unbearable.

But then, as Yunho sat there, frozen in his guilt, a voice slithered into his mind, low and unsettling.

Stop crying, angel boy. I didn't do anything brutal to him. You're thinking of me in the worst ways. I'm not a monster. I only did something Mingi allowed, and you literally let me take control of you willingly. 

Venatus's words slithered through his thoughts, sharp and unsettling, cutting through Yunho's fragile state.

Yunho flinched, his hands curling into fists as his breath hitched. The symbiote's words only made him feel worse like it was twisting the knife in his chest.

"Mingi, I'm so sorry," Yunho repeated, his voice cracking, his eyes filled with a feeling of sorrow he couldn't explain. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I just... I'm scared, Mingi. Scared of what I might do."

But Mingi's hand reached out, gently pulling Yunho's face toward him. He was calm, his voice soft, even though his heart ached from the situation.

"Yunho, look at me," Mingi said, his voice tender but firm. "You didn't hurt me. Not really." His thumb traced over Yunho's cheek as he tried to calm him, his gaze steady but filled with worry. "I... I don't fully understand what you're going through, but I trust you, Yunho. I believe you. And I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen." His voice cracked a little as he added, "But you've got to stop blaming yourself for something that's out of your control."

Yunho shook his head, the weight of Venatus's presence still looming in his mind, making him feel even more broken. "I should have stopped it," Yunho whispered. "I should have been stronger. I shouldn't have let him control me like that. I hurt you, Mingi."

Mingi's gaze softened, his fingers brushing gently across Yunho's face as he sought to comfort him. He could see the turmoil swirling in Yunho's eyes—the raw pain of someone who had lost control, someone who had hurt the one person they loved most.

"You didn't, baby," Mingi said softly, his voice steady and calm as he stroked Yunho's cheek. His words held a reassurance that Yunho desperately needed. "You didn't force me into anything. And you listened, Yunho. I know you did." He paused, looking at Yunho with sincerity in his eyes, trying to ease the weight of the guilt. "If Venatus did take a hold of you, it's not like he's a bad guy. He... he took care of me. He didn't hurt me. He made sure I was okay."

Yunho blinked, taken aback by Mingi's words. He had expected anger, confusion, maybe even a sense of betrayal—but not this. Mingi's ability to see past the situation, to give the benefit of the doubt to something that Yunho found so terrifying, was overwhelming. Yunho could feel the pressure in his chest slowly easing, but there was still a lingering doubt that wouldn't go away.

See this, Yunho? Your boyfriend gets it. I am not a monster, 

Venatus's voice slithered through his mind, cold and unsettling as it broke through the tension.

Yunho flinched at the voice, but his reaction was different this time. The symbiote's words didn't send him spiraling into panic. He could hear them, but he didn't feel the same kind of control that had gripped him before. It was like he could hear it, yet he had more power to push back.

Mingi's eyes flicked up to Yunho's, concern deepening as he noticed the way his boyfriend's expression changed, how his eyes clouded with the battle between his own mind and Venatus's influence. He reached for Yunho's hand, grounding him.

"Yunho?" Mingi's voice was a whisper, soft and gentle. "Don't listen to him." He wasn't talking to the symbiote but to Yunho. "I know you. I know what you're capable of. You're not the same as him. You've always been there for me. And that means more than anything else."

Yunho looked at Mingi, the warmth in his gaze softening the pain in his chest. It was the first time he truly felt like he wasn't alone in this—Mingi wasn't pulling away, he wasn't scared. And that made all the difference.

"Mingi..." Yunho's voice cracked again, but this time it wasn't from guilt. It was a mix of relief and an overwhelming sense of gratitude. "I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to apologize anymore," Mingi replied softly, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Yunho's. "I understand now. You're not broken. You're just... struggling. And I'll be here. No matter what. We'll figure it out together."

Yunho closed his eyes, resting his head against Mingi's. For the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to believe that everything might actually be okay. The weight of Venatus's influence was still there, still lurking in the shadows of his mind, but with Mingi's steady presence beside him, it felt like he could breathe again. He wasn't alone in this battle.

And as the words lingered in the air between them, Yunho realized something that filled him with hope for the future: Mingi truly saw him, not just the darkness inside him, but the man he was, even in his brokenness.

That was all he needed.

The silence stretched between them, heavy but comfortable, and for a fleeting moment, Yunho thought maybe—just maybe—they would be okay. But then, Venatus's voice broke through the stillness, softer, almost remorseful.

Yunho... I'm sorry, but I didn't hurt Mingi. Not in any way... 

Venatus's words echoed in Yunho's mind, laced with an unexpected sincerity. 

I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I wasn't trying to hurt either of you. I never wanted to push you away.

There was a long pause before the voice continued, quieter, more vulnerable than before. 

I'm supposed to be your ally, Yunho. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never do something like this again. When you allowed me to take control, I thought... I thought you were giving me permission. I never meant to drive you apart. I'm inside you, Yunho. I can't live inside someone who hates me.

Yunho was taken aback by the rawness in Venatus's voice, the hint of desperation laced with regret. For a moment, the symbiote didn't sound like the relentless force that often pushed Yunho to his limits. It sounded like something more... human, for lack of a better word. A strange, vulnerable part of Venatus was emerging that Yunho hadn't expected, and for the first time, Yunho wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it.

He took a deep breath, the weight of the situation pressing on him, but despite everything, despite the chaos and the lingering tension, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. The sound was small, almost bittersweet, but it was genuine.

"You're adorable, Venatus," Yunho whispered softly, his lips curling into a wry smile, even as his eyes lingered on Mingi. He could feel the symbiote in the back of his mind, still there, still pulsing with energy, but for the first time, he wasn't afraid of it. He wasn't scared of losing himself completely.

Mingi, still sitting close beside him, looked at Yunho with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What's going on in your head, baby?" he asked gently, his voice still tender as he tried to make sense of everything Yunho was going through. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but he could sense that Yunho was fighting, and that was enough for Mingi. He wanted to be there for him, to support him through this.

Yunho closed his eyes for a moment, just letting the warmth of Mingi's presence seep into him. He wasn't alone. Not anymore.

Venatus's presence in his mind didn't feel as suffocating now, and the symbiote's apology, however strange it seemed, was enough to calm some of the storm in his chest.

Maybe we'll make this work, somehow.

The symbiote didn't respond immediately, but Yunho could feel the tension ease. It was as if Venatus had taken a breath, giving him the space to process everything, just like Yunho had.

Yunho turned his attention back to Mingi, his gaze soft, filled with gratitude, and a quiet vulnerability. "I'm sorry for all of this, Mingi. I never wanted to drag you into any of it. But... thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me. On us."

Mingi smiled a soft, warm expression that made Yunho's chest ache with the weight of his feelings. "There's nothing to apologize for, Yunho. I'm here. And if you're symbiote is going to be with us now i suppose there's nothing wrong with getting used to him" Mingi said and shrugged

Your boyfriend just likes rough sex but is too shy to admit it

Shush Venatus, Yunho begged his symbiote to shut up

Mingi leaned forward, his arms wrapping gently around Yunho. He pressed his forehead against Yunho's, his voice soft and sincere as he whispered, "I didn't mind that our first time was quick or had some weird alien making it rough, Yuyu. I had you, and that's all that matters to me."

Yunho's heart tightened at the sincerity in Mingi's words, the weight of everything that had happened between them falling away in that moment. He could feel Mingi's warmth, the way Mingi held him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, and it made Yunho's chest swell with emotion.

Mingi pulled back slightly to meet Yunho's eyes, offering him a small, tender smile. "You don't need to worry, Yuyu," he said softly, his thumb brushing over Yunho's cheek, wiping away a stray tear Yunho didn't realize had fallen. "It's not about how long or perfect it is. It's about us being together. And that's all that matters."

Yunho's breath caught in his throat, the mixture of relief and affection making his chest feel light, as if the weight of everything he'd been carrying had been lifted. He leaned in, resting his forehead against Mingi's, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so lucky to have you, Mingi. I don't deserve you."

Mingi chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Yunho's forehead. "You do deserve me, Yuyu. And I'm not going anywhere."

"So, Spiderman doesn't unfortunately cum spiderwebs, huh?" Mingi teased with a mischievous grin, his voice light and full of laughter as he leaned back against the bed.

Yunho groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Mingi, seriously, stop saying that!" he groaned, clearly embarrassed by his boyfriend's unhinged questions.

Mingi chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Yunho's hair. "Come on, Yuyu. You're a superhero, you've got all those cool powers—why not add one more to the list?" His eyes twinkled with playful mischief, unable to resist making Yunho squirm.

"Dude, not everything needs to be about Spider-Man's webbing ," Yunho muttered, his cheeks flushed from the banter, though there was a smile tugging at his lips.

Mingi grinned even wider, leaning in closer with a teasing glint in his eye. "I'm just saying, it's a missed opportunity. Spidey's gotta be able to multitask, right?"

Yunho couldn't hold back a laugh, rolling his eyes. "You're ridiculous."

Mingi, not missing a beat, gave him a knowing look, his curiosity piqued. "Alright, alright, I get it. But seriously," he said, shifting his weight to sit more comfortably, "since we're on the topic, tell me everything you found out about your dad. What did he do to make you and this symbiote... unite? And did you figure out how you became Spider-Man?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching Yunho's face for any hint of answers. "I remember your dad saying something like it was all planned. Why did he make you Spider-Man in the first place?" Mingi's tone was soft but filled with genuine concern, his gaze never leaving Yunho's face as if trying to piece together the fragmented puzzle that was Yunho's life.

Yunho's expression grew more serious, the playful banter slipping away as he remembered the painful, confusing truths about his father and the twisted legacy that had been forced upon him. He sat up straighter, running a hand through his hair, his thoughts swirling as he struggled to find the right words.

"It's a long story," Yunho began, his tone turning somber, far removed from the usual lightness he tried to maintain. "You know about my little sister, right? How she disappeared when we were kids?" He paused, eyes staring ahead, focusing on a spot on the wall as if willing the past to remain distant. "The police... they didn't help us. They didn't care enough to find her until it was too late. By the time they started looking, she was already gone."

Yunho clenched his fists, the memory still raw, still burning inside him. His jaw tightened as he continued, struggling to control the anger that had been festering for so long.

"My father, though... He didn't see it that way. He became obsessed with the idea that the police were worthless. That they couldn't protect us. And so, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted... he needed a hero. Someone who could save people, someone who could fight back against the things that took my sister away. He thought that I could be that hero. That I could be the perfect weapon, molded with the right morals, the right values to stand for what's 'good.'"

Yunho's voice trembled slightly, the weight of the manipulation clear in his words. "He didn't care what it took to make me into what he wanted. All I ever was to him was a tool. And he—he used me. He put me through all these... tests, training, conditioning until I became Spider-Man . The whole thing, it was all part of his plan. I never asked for this. I didn't want to be a hero. But he made me believe that I had no choice. He made me believe it was my destiny."

A dark edge entered his voice as he let the truth spill out. "And then, just when I thought things couldn't get worse, he did something else. Last night... He injected the symbiote into me. I didn't even know it was happening until it was too late. He thought it would make me stronger, faster... more powerful. But it's not just power. It's a curse. A lie. And now I'm stuck with it, stuck with him, stuck with everything he forced on me."

Yunho shook his head, the anger and betrayal evident in every word. "My father isn't just some misguided man trying to help. He's a monster. And I—" Yunho paused, his chest tightening with a mixture of guilt and rage. "I can't keep pretending that he's not. I'm not some hero. I'm not the person he wanted me to be. I never was. And now, I don't know who I am anymore."

He leaned back, his head resting against the wall as he closed his eyes for a moment, collecting himself. The air felt heavy around him, and his breathing was slow, deliberate.

"I remember thinking that maybe... maybe if I was good enough, he would finally see me. Maybe if I could just be what he wanted, he'd stop treating me like I'm just some... experiment, some project he could mold into perfection. But it didn't work. And now, it's too late. I'm stuck with this symbiote, stuck with this power, and I don't know how to get rid of it. I don't know how to fix what he's done."

He rubbed his face with both hands, feeling the exhaustion in his bones. There was a vulnerability in him now that he rarely let anyone see, a truth that was harder to face than any villain he'd fought.

"The worst part is... I can't stop being Spider-Man. Not now. Not after everything. I've seen what the city needs, what people need. But every time I put that mask on, it feels like I'm becoming him. I'm becoming something I never wanted to be."

Yunho opened his eyes again, his gaze settling on the person in front of him, the only one he had ever let in on this.

"I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to fight this... this thing that's inside me, that's inside everything I do now. I want to stop, but I don't know how." He let out a shaky breath. "And I don't even know if I'm strong enough to stop myself from becoming the monster my father always saw me as."

There was a silence that followed, thick with the weight of his confession. Yunho's shoulders slumped slightly as if the burden of holding it all in had finally become too much. The rawness of the moment lingered in the air, a silent plea for understanding, for help.

"I don't know what I'm asking for," Yunho admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... maybe I just needed to say it out loud. To someone who won't see me as the thing my father created. Someone who won't look at me like I'm broken beyond repair."

For a moment, there was only silence, thick with the emotional gravity of Yunho's confession. Then, from deep inside his mind, a calm, soothing voice cut through the stillness, its tone reassuring but firm. "You're not broken, Yunho. I can promise you, I won't turn you into a monster." Venatus's words weren't just comforting—they were a promise, a vow that Yunho had needed to hear more than he realized.

Yunho chuckled softly, a weak smile pulling at his lips despite himself, the sound bittersweet. He appreciated Venatus, even if the symbiote had once terrified him. In a way, it had become the one constant in his life. But as the laughter faded, he couldn't help but notice the change in Mingi's expression. His usual carefree demeanor was gone, replaced with something darker, something more contemplative. The way Mingi's brows furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line—it was like he was weighing something heavy, something dangerous.

And then, without warning, Mingi spoke.

"What if we... kill your father?" His words were deliberate, heavy with an unsettling finality that made Yunho's heart stop for a split second. Yunho blinked, his brain scrambling to process what Mingi had just suggested.

For a long moment, he was frozen, unable to speak. He had thought about it before, of course. The thought of ending his father's twisted existence had crossed his mind more times than he cared to admit. He'd even considered doing it with Venatus's help, imagining how easy it would be to end the man who had shaped his life into a nightmare. But the idea of actually carrying out the act—of killing the only family he had left—had always felt like crossing a line. It wasn't just about vengeance; it was about what it would do to him. Would it make him the monster his father had always said he would become?

But Mingi—Mingi was offering it like it was a solution. No hesitation, no doubt. It was as if the suggestion had come from somewhere deeper inside of him, a side of Mingi that Yunho had never seen before.

Mingi's eyes locked with Yunho's, his voice growing quieter but no less intense. "I know it sounds... extreme, but maybe it's the only way to stop him from destroying you. From destroying everything you've worked for. You've been carrying his burden for so long, Yunho. Maybe it's time to let go of that weight."

Yunho stared at him, unsure of what to say. There was a rawness in Mingi's voice, a sense of urgency that Yunho had never heard before. His mind raced. Could he really do it? Could he really kill his own father, the man who had created him? But then, that was the point, wasn't it? His father had never seen him as a son—only as a tool, a weapon to be used for his own twisted vision. Wasn't it time for Yunho to break free from that? Wasn't it time to take control of his own destiny?

See, Yunho? I love your boyfriend too, Venatus teased, its voice dripping with a hint of amusement. Aren't you glad you brought him around? He gets it.

Yunho felt his chest tighten, the weight of Venatus's words settling heavily on him. He looked at Mingi, his heart pounding. It wasn't just the symbiote speaking now—Mingi, his best friend, the one person who had always been by his side, was offering him something more than just support. He was offering a way out, a chance to break free of the chains his father had wrapped around him.

For the first time, Yunho felt like maybe there was a way forward. Maybe... maybe Mingi was right.

But then again, could he really go through with it? Would killing his father make him the hero he'd always hoped to be—or would it turn him into the very monster his father had always feared he would become?

The silence stretched on, and Yunho's mind spun with the possibilities. The weight of the decision was overwhelming, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was the moment where everything would change.

Finally, Yunho took a deep breath, steadying himself. "What if... what if I can't live with it afterward?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "What if it makes me worse?"

Mingi didn't flinch. He just stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "Then we face it together. Whatever happens, Yunho, you don't have to do it alone."

Yunho's voice was steady, but there was a trace of doubt lingering beneath the surface. "I would still be Spider-Man... and I'd still have this damn symbiote inside me, Mingi. Killing him won't change any of that. I'd still be stuck in this... this mess." He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration palpable in his every movement. The symbiote—the part of him that he hated yet couldn't get rid of, the constant reminder of his father's manipulation—it wasn't something he could escape by ending his father's life.

Mingi's expression hardened, his usual calmness replaced by something sharper, something driven. He stepped forward, his voice taking on a more urgent tone. 

"Killing him wouldn't just be about you , Yunho. It's about preventing future shit like this. If he's powerful enough to inject aliens into you, to manipulate your life, to create superhumans—imagine the kind of damage he could cause if that power falls into the wrong hands." His gaze darkened, the weight of his words settling like a cold truth between them. 

"Your father... he's not just a threat to you. He's a threat to everyone."

Yunho's chest tightened at the implication. Mingi was right, wasn't he? His father wasn't just some figure from his past. He was still out there, still capable of wreaking havoc. The experiments, the manipulations—Yunho had seen it firsthand, the damage his father could do. If someone more dangerous got their hands on that kind of power, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Mingi's voice dropped lower, filled with conviction. "You've been living under his shadow for so long, Yunho. But now, you have the chance to end it. You don't have to keep carrying that burden. You're not the monster he made you. You're so much more than that."

Yunho stared at Mingi, the weight of the decision pressing on him. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn't feel so alone in this. He didn't have to shoulder the consequences of his past by himself. Mingi was here, standing by his side, willing to face whatever came next with him.

The thought of taking that step—of actually killing his father—still terrified him. But Mingi was right. It wasn't just about his own freedom. It was about stopping a cycle of pain and destruction that had been set in motion long before Yunho even understood what was happening.

Yunho exhaled, his voice quiet but resolute. "I'm not doing it for me... I'm doing it to make sure no one else has to go through what I did."

Mingi nodded, his eyes softening just slightly, but there was still that determination in them. "I'm with you, Yunho. Whatever happens next, we face it together."

"Phew, finally a kill," Venatus said, the words laced with an unsettling sense of satisfaction. The symbiote seemed almost pleased, its energy thrumming within him, feeding off his uncertainty and resolve in equal measure.

Yunho clenched his fists at his sides, the mix of emotions churning in his chest. "It's not just about killing him," he muttered, half to himself and half to Venatus. "It's about stopping everything he started. Ending this... legacy he left behind. I can't let him keep doing this to people."

He felt a surge of energy from Venatus in response, a pulse that was almost too eager, too hungry. But it wasn't just the symbiote. There was something else in Yunho now, something stronger—a sense of purpose. For the first time in a long while, he wasn't just fighting to survive. He was fighting for something bigger than himself.

Mingi's gaze was unwavering as he watched Yunho, sensing the internal battle but understanding the necessity of the decision. He didn't say anything more, but the silent support in his eyes spoke volumes.

Yunho turned to him, his voice steadier now, though still tinged with the weight of what lay ahead. "We do this, Mingi. We end it. We end him ."

Mingi nodded, his jaw set, his hand coming to rest lightly on Yunho's shoulder, a gesture of solidarity. "Together."

"No, not you, I'm doing it myself Mingi"

Mingi's hand froze, his fingers still resting on Yunho's shoulder, and Yunho could feel the tension building between them. He looked over at Mingi, the resolve in his eyes clearer than ever, but something in his expression softened, as though he was trying to read Yunho's silent plea.

"Mingi... I can't drag you into this," Yunho said, his voice low but firm. "You've already done enough for me. This is something I need to do alone. I need to face him on my own terms. I can't keep relying on you for every decision." He took a deep breath, pushing past the weight in his chest. "This is my battle, Mingi. My mess to clean up."

Mingi's lips pressed together in a thin line, his gaze searching Yunho's face for any signs of hesitation. For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet hum of the city around them, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air between them.

Finally, Mingi exhaled slowly, his eyes softening. "You know I'm not going to let you do it alone, right? If you go, I go. That's what we agreed on, Yunho. We're in this together. No matter what."

Yunho felt a knot twist in his chest, the familiar ache of wanting to protect Mingi from the mess he had created. He swallowed hard, trying to force the words out, but they came out barely above a whisper. "I'm a superhero, Min." It felt almost like an excuse, a fragile barrier between him and the reality of what he was about to do. "I'm supposed to handle this... I can't let you get hurt because of me."

Mingi's gaze was unwavering, the intensity in his eyes sharpening. "That's exactly why you don't get to do this alone." His tone softened, but only slightly, as he stepped closer to Yunho, his presence as solid as ever. "Fine. You're a superhero. But I am your best friend and your boyfriend, Yunho. And you're not going through this without me. So... I will be coming with you. End of discussion."

Yunho opened his mouth to argue but found himself caught in Mingi's gaze. There was no wavering in his expression, no hesitation in his voice—just an undeniable, unbreakable resolve. Mingi wasn't just offering to stand by him. He was demanding to be there, refusing to let Yunho face the darkness of his past alone, even if that meant walking into the heart of danger.

Yunho's chest tightened, the weight of their shared history pressing down on him. Mingi had always been there, through every battle, every mistake, and every moment of doubt. The thought of pushing him away now felt impossible, even if it was what he thought was best.

For a long moment, Yunho just stared at him, the swirling storm inside him settling into something quieter, something that almost felt like peace.

"Fine," Yunho said quietly, the words carrying more weight than he intended. "But I can't protect you if this gets out of hand, Min."

"I'm not asking for protection," Mingi replied, his voice firm with a slight hint of a smile. "I'm asking you to let me stand by your side. No matter what comes next."

And in that moment, Yunho realized there was no way he could push Mingi away. Not now. Not ever. The bond they shared, the one that had survived everything life had thrown at them, was stronger than any fight or danger ahead.

"Together," Yunho murmured as if sealing the promise.

Mingi nodded, his eyes steady, his voice carrying the unspoken promise of what was to come. "Together."

The two stood there for a moment, the weight of the decision settling in the space between them. Yunho could feel the storm inside him, the fear, the anger, and the bitter sense of betrayal, but now, with Mingi by his side, there was a strange sense of clarity, like a distant fog slowly lifting. No more secrets, no more running from the past. They were going to face it head-on, together.

Yunho took a deep breath, his chest tight as he glanced at the clock. His father would be in his lab right now—alone, as always. The thought of walking into that lab, facing the man who had molded him into something he hated, made his skin crawl. But it was the only way forward. He needed to confront him, and end it once and for all.

Mingi's presence beside him grounded him, like a steady anchor in the chaos of his mind. "We do this quickly," Yunho said, his voice low but resolute. "We don't give him a chance to turn this against us. No more lies. No more manipulation."

Mingi met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. "You lead, I'll follow."

Yunho nodded the weight of the words heavy in the air. There was no turning back now. They were walking into enemy territory—his father's lab, a place that had once felt like home but now only served as a reminder of everything that had been twisted, warped, and poisoned.

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as they made their way toward the lab. Every step felt heavier than the last as if the ground beneath them was shifting. Yunho's mind raced, replaying every moment of his life leading up to this, every moment his father had controlled him, every time the symbiote had consumed him in ways he didn't understand.

The closer they got to the lab, the more Yunho felt his pulse quicken, the unease building in the pit of his stomach. But this time, it wasn't fear. It was something else. Something darker. A reckoning.

They reached the door to the lab, the cold metal gleaming under the dim light. Yunho paused for a brief moment, his hand hovering just above the door handle. He could hear his father's voice echoing in his memory, the cold, manipulative words, the promises of power and greatness. The lies. The lies he had believed for so long.

But he wasn't that boy anymore.

He took a breath, steadying himself, and turned the handle.

The door opened with a quiet squeak, revealing the lab—sterile, cold, and filled with the hum of machines. His father stood in the center, bent over a table, examining something with intense focus. The moment he heard the door open, he straightened, his expression unreadable.

Yunho's heart pounded in his chest as he stepped inside, Mingi right behind him.

"You're here," his father said, his voice low and calm, like nothing had changed. But Yunho could see the flicker of recognition in his eyes—he knew why they were here.

"I'm here to end this," Yunho said his voice a mix of determination and something deeper—rage. "I'm done being your puppet. Done being the thing you made me into."

His father's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "You've always been too emotional, Yunho. You don't understand. You never have."

Mingi's hand on Yunho's shoulder was a silent reminder that he wasn't alone. Yunho clenched his fists, his jaw set. "I understand enough now. You used me. You used my powers. You put that symbiote inside me, and I've had enough of being your experiment."

The older man stepped forward, his presence commanding, cold, and unnervingly calm. "You think you can stop me? You think you can undo what I've done? It's too late for that, Yunho."

"No," Yunho said, his voice shaking with anger now. "It's not too late. Because I'm not afraid of you anymore." He felt Venatus stir within him, the symbiote reacting to the intensity of the moment, the hunger, the anger. But Yunho controlled it this time, holding it back with the steady presence of Mingi beside him. "It's over. You don't control me anymore."

His father's eyes narrowed, a dark flicker of something dangerous crossing his face. "You really think you can just walk away from this? From me?" He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Yunho's. "I made you. You owe me everything."

The words hit Yunho like a slap. He had believed them once, let them define him. But now? Now they felt hollow.

"No," Yunho said again, his voice stronger this time, the conviction settling deep in his chest. "You didn't make me. You twisted me, broke me, but you didn't make me."

Mingi's grip tightened on his shoulder, the silent support unwavering as they stood side by side, ready to face whatever came next.

Yunho turned his gaze back to his father, the weight of everything he had become pressing down on him. "And now, it's time for you to face the consequences of what you've done."

There was no turning back now. It was time to end it, to cut the strings once and for all. And this time, Yunho wouldn't be alone.

Yunho's father spoke, his voice dripping with venom, "You think you can defeat me, Yunho? You think you're strong enough to take me down?"

Yunho's grip tightened around the edge of his web-shooter. His fist clenched, ready to strike, the anger and the rage that had been simmering for years finally boiling over. The words his father had drilled into him— the world is broken, Yunho. Only you can fix it. Only you can make things right —echoed in his mind, but they felt hollow now. They didn't matter anymore. None of it mattered.

"You made me this way," Yunho hissed, his voice laced with fury. "You made me into this monster. And now it ends. Right here. Right now."

Without another word, he lunged, his body moving with blinding speed, the symbiote coursing through him, amplifying his strength, his speed, his desire for vengeance. His father was quick too, too quick, and his reflexes matched Yunho's in every way. They collided with an explosive force, the sound of fists connecting with skin echoing through the lab. Yunho's blows were fast and relentless, but his father seemed to anticipate every strike, his own hands snapping out to deflect and counterattack.

The fight felt like it was spiraling out of control, each punch adding fuel to the fire, each clash a reminder of all the years of manipulation, of being molded into someone he didn't recognize. He could feel Venatus urging him forward, pushing him to destroy, to end the pain. And he wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to rip through his father's lies, to take everything he had ever done and turn it to dust.

But as the fight raged on, his father's words echoed in his head, like poison in his bloodstream. "You're nothing but a tool. A weapon. A weapon that will never be enough."

Yunho's next punch connected with his father's chest, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of something—fear?—in his father's eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. His father grabbed Yunho by the collar, lifting him off the ground with terrifying strength. The air in the room crackled with power as he threw Yunho against a nearby console, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body.

Yunho grunted, his back aching from the impact, but before he could recover, his father was upon him again, driving a fist toward his face. The blow was hard enough to make Yunho's vision blur, but he didn't falter. His muscles screamed, and the symbiote pushed him to go further, to fight harder. He gritted his teeth, pushing back with a force he didn't know he had, and knocked his father back with a brutal punch to the jaw.

But just as Yunho's hand reached for the blade he'd planned to drive into his father's heart, a sudden force slammed into him. His father's other hand came out of nowhere, pushing Mingi against the glass wall with all his strength. The impact was deafening—Mingi's body slamming into the transparent surface with a sickening thud. Yunho's heart dropped in his chest as he saw Mingi's eyes widen in pain.

"No!" Yunho screamed, instinctively reaching for Mingi, but his father was too quick.

Before he could react, his father pushed harder, sending Mingi careening toward the window. Time seemed to slow as Yunho's eyes locked onto Mingi, the realization dawning on him with a gut-wrenching clarity. His father's malicious grin stretched wide, the twisted triumph written across his face.

"Don't!" Yunho shouted, his voice desperate.

But it was too late. Mingi's body hit the glass with brutal force, the window cracking under the pressure. The world seemed to tilt as Mingi fell, his body plummeting through the air, his limbs flailing as he disappeared from Yunho's sight.

Everything in Yunho froze. The symbiote stirred violently inside him, but he could barely feel it. His mind was consumed by the image of Mingi falling, falling like Gwen Stacy in a nightmare. The echo of that sickening crack against the glass replayed over and over in his mind. His heart pounded erratically in his chest, the world around him closing in. The fight with his father no longer mattered. All that mattered was Mingi— Mingi was falling.

"NO!" Yunho roared, abandoning his father for a split second. He turned on his heels, rushing toward the broken window, the panic overtaking him.

Venatus! he screamed internally. Help me!

The symbiote, sensing the urgency of his cry, surged to life within him, thrumming with energy and fury. It surged to the surface, pushing Yunho's body into action, but nothing could clear the fog of panic clouding his mind. His entire focus, his entire being, was fixated on the figure plummeting toward the ground below.

Mingi.

Yunho's fingers shot out instinctively, his webbing shooting from his suit with a wild desperation. But the webbing missed entirely, the angle wrong, the distance too far. It was as though time had slowed, each passing second dragging on in excruciating slowness. His stomach churned with the sickening realization—he had missed. He was too late.

The terror clawed at him, growing, eating him alive. The symbiote pushed, urging him to leap, to act, but it was all Yunho could do to keep his balance as the world seemed to crumble beneath his feet. He couldn't let Mingi fall. Not again. Not after everything they had been through.

"NO!" Yunho shouted, his voice hoarse as his eyes never left Mingi's falling form.

Without thinking, he jumped, pushing himself out of the window with the last shred of strength he had. His heart raced as the wind howled past him, but still, he couldn't reach Mingi. The air was thick with the sound of rushing wind, the distant crash of Mingi's body against the ground, a sound that echoed louder and louder in his mind. It was a nightmare—a cruel, unrelenting nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

Webbing shot from his wrists, desperately trying to find Mingi, but the webs twisted uselessly in the air, veering too far to the left, too far to the right. They missed Mingi entirely. Yunho's chest tightened, his lungs seizing as the impossibility of the situation sank in. He could see Mingi's terrified eyes, could see the desperation in his boyfriend's frantic, outstretched arms, as he fell further and further. The tears on Mingi's face were clear, glistening in the dim light, as his body twisted midair in a futile attempt to slow his fall.

Mingi was inches from the ground when Yunho's webbing finally caught up, the tendrils snapping around his body, but it was too late. Mingi's scream pierced through the chaos—sharp, guttural, and full of pain—and it was the only thing Yunho could hear. It tore through his heart, echoing in his mind like a death knell, and his stomach lurched in horror as the sickening sound of a crack reverberated through the air.

"No! No, no, no!" Yunho screamed, his voice breaking, his breath caught in his throat. His webbing had caught Mingi's back, but the damage was done. 

*crack*

The sound that would haunt him forever. He couldn't process it. He couldn't breathe.

With a force he didn't know he had left, Yunho swung down in an arc, desperation driving him faster than he'd ever moved. His heart was in his throat, his hands trembling as he reached down. He was almost there, almost close enough to catch him, but the seconds stretched on like hours.

When Yunho's feet finally landed on the concrete, his heart stuttered as his eyes fell on Mingi. His body was sprawled across the ground, motionless, a dark streak of blood marking the concrete beneath him. The world around Yunho blurred, his vision narrowing to the lifeless form before him. His breath hitched painfully in his chest, his pulse erratic and fast as he dropped to his knees beside Mingi's body.

"Mingi," Yunho choked, his voice raw, breaking as his trembling hands reached for Mingi's form. His fingers brushed against Mingi's skin, cold and clammy, and a sickening wave of dread filled him. The blood rushed to his head, and for a brief moment, it felt like he was drowning.

Mingi's body was so still, so unnaturally still, and Yunho's mind raced with horror, panic tearing through him. The weight of failure slammed into him like a freight train. His hands hovered helplessly above Mingi, the tears blurring his vision as he couldn't even bring himself to check for a pulse. The crack, the scream, the fall—it was all too much. He had lost him. He had failed.

"No... no, no, no..." Yunho whispered, his voice breaking with desperation. He felt like he was suffocating under the weight of the fear and the guilt crushing him. He had promised to protect Mingi. He had promised not to let anything happen to him. And yet here they were.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably as they hovered over Mingi's chest, fear and guilt flooding every inch of his body. He couldn't— he couldn't —let this be the end. He couldn't lose the only person who had ever truly stood by him.

He fought to steady his breathing, closing his eyes for a split second. It wasn't over. It couldn't be over.

"Mingi..." Yunho whispered again, quieter this time, as if calling out to him from across some vast distance. He placed his hand over Mingi's chest, pressing lightly at first, but then, with more urgency, desperate to feel the warmth of his heartbeat beneath his palm.

It was then that he felt it. The faintest thrum beneath his fingers. The smallest of pulses, but it was there. Mingi's alive.

Yunho's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he just stared at Mingi's face, relief flooding through him in waves. Mingi wasn't gone. He couldn't be.

Without thinking, Yunho pulled Mingi into his arms, holding him close, as though the simple act of touching him would keep the world from falling apart. His own tears mixed with the bloodstained earth, but he didn't care. He would fight for him. He would fight to keep him alive.

Mingi's eyes fluttered open, weak and disoriented, but the pain was clear on his face. He tried to shift in Yunho's arms, but the movement only made him wince.

"Yuyu... my back hurts," Mingi mumbled, his voice a strained rasp. His breath hitched as he shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but his body betrayed him. The pain was overwhelming, radiating from his back like a fire, every tiny shift making it worse.

Yunho's heart shattered at the sound of Mingi's voice, so raw and vulnerable. His fingers tightened instinctively around Mingi as if he could shield him from the pain, as if his touch could somehow take it away. His mind raced, but there was only one thought that dominated his every move: 

Get help.

Venatus's presence surged suddenly, breaking through Yunho's panic with a jolt of sharp clarity. The symbiote's head emerged from Yunho's body, tendrils stretching out from his skin as the symbiote made its way through the air, seeking the nearby surroundings.

The familiar dark tendrils of Venatus coiled, its glowing eyes scanning the scene, feeding off the fear and tension in the air. Where is the nearest phone? Venatus's voice reverberated inside Yunho's mind. We need to call for help now.

Yunho, still cradling Mingi in his arms, didn't waste a second. His hands moved mechanically as he searched around for something, anything that could be used to call an ambulance. His mind was clouded with a thick fog of worry, but instinct kicked in, driving him forward. His fingers fumbled for his phone, his breath ragged as he finally found it in his pocket. He yanked it out, trembling, and fumbled with the screen.

Why did everything feel so distant? Why did his hands feel like they were moving in slow motion? The weight of the situation crushed him—Mingi was hurt, and Yunho couldn't fix it. Not by himself. Not yet.

But his thoughts were interrupted by Mingi's voice, faint and broken. "Yuyu, I... feel cold."

The words hit Yunho like a punch to the gut, and he felt his chest tighten painfully. The fear that had been gnawing at him, building since the moment Mingi had fallen, suddenly grew. Mingi wasn't just injured. His words were laced with more than just pain—they carried a quiet desperation. A plea for help, a warning that things could be worse than Yunho had realized.

Mingi's body felt heavy in his arms, his breathing shallow and uneven, and Yunho's heart hammered in his chest. He could hear nothing but the frantic beat of his own pulse. His hands were shaking so badly that he could barely keep a grip on his phone.

Come on... come on, he thought desperately, punching in the numbers with trembling fingers. Please, let me get this right.

But the phone slipped from his hands, and Yunho's chest constricted.

Yunho... focus. Venatus's voice rang in his mind, steady and calm. You need to stay calm. I can feel his pain, but you can't afford to panic.

Yunho nodded to himself, taking a deep, shaky breath. He reached for the phone again, fingers curling around it with a newfound determination. He quickly dialed emergency services, his mind spinning with the weight of what was happening, what could happen.

Mingi's quiet groans of pain were the only sounds now, mixing with the distant noise of traffic and the muffled chaos of the city around them. Time felt like it was slipping away, and yet Yunho felt like he was moving in slow motion, unable to fully process what was happening. The terror, the helplessness—it gnawed at him, but he couldn't let himself be swallowed by it. Not while Mingi was still breathing.

As the phone rang, Yunho's mind drifted back to the moment when Mingi had fallen—how his heart had stopped with him, how he had thought he'd lost him. But here he was, still alive, still in his arms.

Hold on, Min. Please, hold on.

Yunho's grip on Mingi tightened, his arms almost instinctively pulling him closer as though he could shield him from the world's cruelty. His eyes were blurry, tears clouding his vision, but he couldn't let go. Mingi was alive, and he wasn't going to lose him—not like this, not after everything they'd been through.

The phone finally picked up, and Yunho's voice broke through the line, desperate and shaking. "Yes, yes, please—my boyfriend, he... he's hurt, he fell—he's bleeding, his back, please, you have to send help—right now!" He gave them the details, but it felt like an eternity before the voice on the other end confirmed they were on their way.

"Help's coming, Min," Yunho whispered to Mingi, his words a promise more to himself than his boyfriend, though he needed Mingi to hear them. He needed Mingi to know he was fighting for him, that he wasn't giving up.

Mingi's eyes fluttered open again, his face pale and contorted in pain, but there was a small, fragile smile on his lips, almost as if he were trying to reassure Yunho, though he could barely speak. "Yuyu... you're... you're not alone, are you?"

Yunho swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill again. He wanted to reassure Mingi, to tell him everything would be okay, but the crushing weight of uncertainty stole his words. "I'm here, Min. Always here. I'm not leaving you."

Mingi's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each one seeming to take more effort than the last. His fingers twitched weakly, and Yunho immediately responded, brushing his thumb gently over Mingi's hand, squeezing it, as though by doing so, he could anchor them both in this moment.

A sudden hiss from Venatus broke through Yunho's thoughts. The pain... it's too much for him, Yunho. You have to stay focused. He won't last much longer if you don't do something.

Yunho felt a surge of panic at the symbiote's words. What do I do? His voice was barely a whisper in his mind, but Venatus's response was sharp and clear.

Use me.

Yunho's heart stopped for a beat as he processed the symbiote's suggestion. He'd never used Venatus like this before—not in such a desperate, life-or-death situation. What do you mean?

Merge with me. I can help him. It'll numb his pain, slow down the damage. But you have to trust me, Yunho. You have to do it now.

For a moment, Yunho hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He had been living with the symbiote's presence inside him for so long, but this—this was different. But then he looked down at Mingi, his face pale and his breaths so shallow, and his hesitation dissolved.

"Alright," Yunho muttered to himself, more out of determination than certainty. He closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath as he focused, his body still and tense. I trust you, Venatus. He felt the symbiote stir within him, its tendrils extending, slowly wrapping around his hands, merging with his skin.

As he did, he felt a surge of energy rush through him, and suddenly, it was as if the world around him slowed down. His senses heightened. He could hear Mingi's heartbeat, weak but steady, and the distant sounds of sirens growing nearer. The pain radiating from Mingi's back seemed to pulse in Yunho's own chest, but the symbiote dampened it, numbing the worst of it, letting Mingi rest without feeling the weight of every breath he took.

Yunho held Mingi tighter, feeling the warmth of his body against his, as the symbiote's power hummed through him, connecting him to Mingi in ways he had never felt before. He could feel the strain in Mingi's body, the fractures in his bones, the deep aches from the fall. But he could also feel something else—a pulse of life, faint but persistent.

"You're going to make it," Yunho whispered, his voice a low murmur as he leaned down to press a kiss to Mingi's forehead. "We'll get you through this. I'm not going to let go."

Mingi's lips parted, his voice little more than a soft rasp. "Promise?"

Yunho nodded, his eyes steady, though his heart was still racing. "I promise, Min. We're in this together."

With Venatus's help, the symbiote's healing power started to take effect. Mingi's breathing became more stable, his body more relaxed, and Yunho could feel the weight of his pain begin to lift, just a little. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. They needed to get him to the hospital, needed real doctors to fix him, to make sure he would walk away from this.

He heard the sirens growing louder, the sound of emergency vehicles rapidly approaching. He felt a surge of relief, but even as the paramedics arrived and took over, Yunho refused to let go of Mingi's hand. He stayed right by his side, watching every movement, feeling every breath, unwilling to leave him for even a second.

The paramedics worked quickly, but Yunho didn't move. He didn't care about the chaos around him, the flashing lights, the rushing people. All that mattered was Mingi, and he wouldn't leave him.

As they loaded Mingi onto a stretcher, Yunho followed closely, still holding his hand. He didn't say anything more, words felt unnecessary. There were no promises left to make, no reassurances he could give. But one thing was certain—he wasn't going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

Yunho stood in the sterile, dimly lit hallway, his body tense as the seconds seemed to stretch into eternity. His hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into the palms of his hands as his mind replayed every horrifying moment from the fall. The images were still so vivid—Mingi falling, the desperation in his eyes as he reached out, Yunho's futile attempts to catch him, the sickening crack of Mingi's body hitting the ground.

His breath came in shallow bursts, his heart pounding in his chest, but he couldn't move. He couldn't leave this spot. Not until he knew. Not until he had some answer, some confirmation that Mingi would be okay.

His thoughts were a chaotic mess—memories of their time together flashing before his eyes. The shared laughter, the quiet moments when they didn't need words to understand each other, the promises they'd made to stand by each other no matter what. All of it felt like it could slip away in the blink of an eye if Mingi didn't make it through this.

Time felt like it had frozen, his body still and rigid, every muscle coiled in anticipation. His mind couldn't process the thought of losing Mingi, and yet he feared it with every fiber of his being.

The soft shuffle of footsteps approached, pulling Yunho from his thoughts. His gaze snapped up, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the doctor walking toward him, his face unreadable, tired, but calm.

The doctor stopped a few feet away, his expression softening as he took in Yunho's tense posture, the desperate look in his eyes. For a brief moment, Yunho saw something almost pitying in the doctor's gaze, and his stomach churned.

"Mr. Jeong," the doctor began, his voice steady but laced with the weight of the news. "He's alive, thankfully." The words hit Yunho like a wave of relief, but it was only a fleeting moment before the doctor continued. "However, he suffered significant trauma to his neck and spinal cord. We've stabilized him for now, but there's a chance he may be temporarily paralyzed."

The words hung in the air like an anchor, pulling Yunho's breath from his lungs. Temporary paralysis. He didn't know what that meant exactly, but it sounded like a lifetime to him. His heart seemed to stop as his mind raced, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"Is there... a chance he'll recover?" Yunho's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, his throat tight with emotion. His fingers trembled at his sides, his knuckles white from the force with which he was holding onto his composure.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the clipboard in his hands before meeting Yunho's eyes again. "It's difficult to say. Spinal injuries are unpredictable. We've done everything we can for now, but the full extent of the damage won't be clear until we run more tests. For now, all we can do is wait and see."

Yunho's chest felt like it was caving in, the air around him thick and suffocating. He felt numb, disconnected from the world around him, as though everything was happening in slow motion. He wanted to ask more questions, wanted to demand answers, but the weight of the situation kept him silent, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

"What do I... what do I do now?" Yunho finally asked, his voice barely audible, the question hanging in the air as if it were a cry for help. His whole world had been shaken to its core, and he didn't know how to piece it back together. He didn't know how to fix this.

The doctor's expression softened, his gaze filled with understanding. "For now, just stay by his side. Your presence is important to his recovery. And when the time comes, we'll move forward with the necessary treatments. But I can't promise anything, Mr. Jeong. All we can do is hope."

Hope. The word sounded so fragile, so intangible. Yunho nodded stiffly, his head heavy, his hands still trembling at his sides. He felt like he was walking through a fog, his thoughts disjointed, his emotions a whirlpool threatening to drown him.

"Thank you," Yunho murmured, though it felt hollow, inadequate for the weight of what he was hearing. He wanted to say more, wanted to ask the doctor to fix Mingi, to make him whole again, but the words wouldn't come.

The doctor gave him one last sympathetic look before turning to leave, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Yunho stood there, motionless, the silence pressing in on him, the weight of it suffocating. The one thing he had clung to—the one thing he had been fighting for—was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Mingi had always been the strong one, the one who held it all together. And now, it was Yunho's turn to be strong—for Mingi, for both of them. He would be there for him, no matter what, because that's what they did for each other. But even as he whispered to himself that it wasn't over yet, that they still had time, the fear gnawed at him, threatening to swallow him whole.

"I'm sorry, Yunho. I couldn't do much, I could only save him," Venatus's voice echoed within him, its tone tinged with a bitterness that mirrored his own. The words didn't offer comfort; if anything, they only highlighted the crushing helplessness Yunho felt.

Yunho closed his eyes, leaning back against the cold wall of the hallway. The pain in his chest was physical, sharp, as though his own heart had fractured with the weight of Mingi's fall. He had failed. In the one moment he couldn't afford to fail, he had. "Save him," he repeated softly, almost bitterly, his hands trembling at his sides.

He had done everything in his power to protect Mingi, but it wasn't enough. He hadn't been able to stop his father, and he hadn't been able to save Mingi from the consequences of the chaos that had consumed their lives. "I... should have been faster," Yunho muttered, though the words felt hollow. It was the same endless loop of regret—if only he had been faster, stronger, smarter.

Inside him, Venatus was silent, almost solemn, but Yunho could feel the symbiote's presence—its energy was still there, urging him to focus, to act. But Yunho wasn't sure how to. He wasn't sure how to fix this broken moment.

"You did what you could, Yunho," Venatus finally said, its voice softer now, the usual bite gone. "You didn't fail. You saved him, even if it's not the way you wanted."

But it didn't feel like enough. It didn't feel like saving Mingi. "He's still not okay," Yunho whispered, pressing his forehead against the cold wall, feeling the harshness of the moment pressing into him like a suffocating weight.

He could still see it, see Mingi falling in slow motion, see the panic in his eyes, the look of desperation, the way he tried to reach out to him. That split second felt like an eternity, and Yunho couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed Mingi—failed the one person who had always been there, the one person who had stood beside him through everything.

"I know," Venatus responded, its voice full of understanding, as if it too regretted not being able to change the outcome. "But you're not alone in this. You've got me, and we've got him." There was a beat of silence before Venatus added, "Don't let this destroy you, Yunho. Mingi wouldn't want that."

Yunho's chest tightened, the words hitting harder than expected. He could practically feel Mingi's presence in his mind, his quiet strength, the way Mingi had always been the calm in the storm.

Mingi wouldn't want him to give up. Mingi wouldn't want him to let this defeat him.

Yunho's chest tightened at the thought, but there was a flicker of resolve that followed, small but steady. He wiped away the tears that had started to fall again, his emotions too raw to control. Mingi was still alive. He was still here, and Yunho wasn't going to lose him—not like this.

"Let's go visit your princess, Yunho." Venatus's voice cut through the fog of his mind, its tone shifting from its usual sharpness to something more understanding, almost reassuring. It was as if the symbiote itself had sensed the break in Yunho's wall and now was prodding him forward, urging him to face what lay ahead.

Yunho took a deep breath, steadying himself, and stood up from the wall. His legs felt like they might give way beneath him, but the thought of Mingi—Mingi, alive—pushed him forward. He walked down the sterile, cold hallway, each step echoing in the quiet of the hospital. The white fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting harsh shadows that did little to ease the tension in his chest.

The ICU doors were just ahead. His heart started to race, his throat constricting. Every part of him wanted to run, to push those doors open and see Mingi, to see him breathing, to see him alive. The thought that he had almost lost him—no, the fact that he had almost lost him—gnawed at him, but he couldn't let that consume him now. Not when Mingi was still fighting.

Yunho pushed the door open.

The room was dim, with only the faintest glow from the monitors and the soft beeping of machines keeping a rhythm in the air. Mingi was lying in the bed, hooked up to an oxygen mask, his body wrapped in thick bandages and back braces to stabilize his spine. His once vibrant eyes were now closed, exhaustion etched on his face, but his chest rose and fell steadily, a small reminder that he was still here, still alive.

The oxygen mask muffled Mingi's words, but Yunho could hear him clearly. The humor in Mingi's voice—despite the pain, despite everything—was unmistakable.

"I had my Gwen Stacy moment... but at least I didn't die like her," Mingi joked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The words were weak, and strained, but there was that familiar teasing lilt to them. Yunho's breath caught in his throat at the sound of Mingi's voice. It was a fragile thing, but it was still there.

Yunho blinked rapidly, trying to stop the wave of emotion that hit him. His vision blurred as more tears spilled down his cheeks, falling silently as he took a tentative step closer to the bed.

He chuckled softly, despite the lump in his throat, and shook his head in disbelief. Mingi always did this. Even in the worst of times, even when the world seemed to be falling apart around them, Mingi found a way to make him smile.

"Shut up, you idiot," Yunho whispered through his laughter, his voice raw and thick with the weight of his emotions. His smile faltered only briefly, his hand reaching out to rest gently on Mingi's arm. He could feel the warmth of Mingi's skin beneath the bandages, the reassuring pulse of life in the otherwise sterile environment.

Mingi's lips twitched upward into the faintest of smiles. Even in this condition, Mingi still had the strength to tease him. That was Mingi, always pushing through, always fighting. Yunho squeezed his hand tighter, as if the simple act of contact could somehow reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

"Idiot," Mingi repeated softly, the sound of his voice sending another wave of relief through Yunho's chest. There it was again—the playful defiance, the warmth, the life in him. Yunho's heart ached with both relief and a deep, unspoken fear of what could have been.

He could hardly believe it. The fall, the cracking sound of Mingi's back, his body hitting the ground—it all felt like a nightmare now, something he could scarcely comprehend. But here Mingi was, still fighting, still breathing. And Yunho wasn't going to waste another second of this, not when he had him back.

Yunho wiped his eyes, his hands trembling as the tears continued to fall, stubbornly refusing to stop. His heart ached as he looked down at Mingi, his breath uneven with the raw emotions flooding through him. "You scared the hell out of me, Min," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on him. He leaned forward, his forehead gently resting against Mingi's, savoring the steady rhythm of his breathing, despite the machines surrounding him, keeping him tethered to life.

Mingi's lips parted, letting out a faint, strained sound of protest, but his eyes remained shut, exhausted from the trauma he'd just endured. Yunho didn't pull away. He didn't care how fragile Mingi looked, or how helpless he felt. All that mattered was that Mingi was alive. Yunho stayed right there, sitting beside him, as if just being near him could prevent the universe from shattering again. He couldn't leave him now. Not after everything. Not after coming so close to losing him.

"I'm not letting you go," Yunho murmured, his voice low but firm, his words carrying a weight of resolve he hadn't had before. He could feel the truth of his words in every fiber of his being. No more hesitation, no more running from the truth or the fear. He had come so dangerously close to losing Mingi, but now that he had him here, still alive, he wasn't going to waste it. "Not this time. Not ever."

The moment felt like it could last forever. Mingi's shallow breaths, his presence—the way his warmth still lingered in the room, even if his body was weak—were the only thing Yunho needed to hold on to right now. He refused to break this bond, to allow anything else to come between them. He had no idea what the future held, or what they might face, but at that moment, all Yunho could promise was to be there for Mingi, to protect him, no matter the cost.

Mingi's background had always been one of duality, shaped by the contrast of his parents' worlds. His mother, a respected judge who had climbed the ranks with her sharp mind and unwavering commitment to justice, had always been a pillar of moral integrity. His father, on the other hand, was a hardened police officer, with a reputation for discipline and respect in his field, but whose cold demeanor masked the darker tendencies that had crept in over the years. They had both been pillars of law and order, but that duality had not only shaped Mingi into a man who could navigate the complexities of right and wrong, it had also given him the courage to stand up for the truth—even when the truth was too terrifying to face.

Now, that very background was about to become crucial. Yunho knew that Mingi's parents, with their collective legal knowledge and experience, were the key to bringing down the man who had tortured him. His own father—Dr. Jeong—had manipulated Yunho in ways no one could have imagined. The man who had claimed to be a protector had turned his own son into a subject of cruel experiments, using him as little more than a pawn in his twisted quest for power.

Yunho had already made the difficult call. While Mingi was in surgery, fighting for his life, Yunho had contacted Mingi's father. He had told him everything—everything he could without revealing the full depth of their secret lives. He explained what had happened to Mingi, how he had been pushed from that building, and how the twisted experiments had nearly cost him his life. Yunho made sure the details were clear, and the evidence indisputable. Mingi's father, with his connection to the law and his deep knowledge of the legal system, was the perfect ally in this fight. It was through his efforts, combined with Mingi's own strength, that they would take down Dr. Jeong once and for all.

Yunho's father, Dr. Jeong, was now in custody at the police station, being questioned on numerous charges: child exploitation, murder, and conducting immoral experiments on Yunho and others and pushing Mingi Yunho's stomach churned at the thought. The man he had once idolized, the man who had raised him, was the very one responsible for the monstrous acts that had put Mingi in a hospital bed, fighting for his life.

Yet, in the midst of all this, Yunho couldn't allow them to know everything. The truth about his alter ego, Spider-Man, had to stay hidden. For now, at least. He knew how dangerous it would be if anyone discovered that he was more than just a man, that he was the very superhero who had tried to save the world. He had no choice but to keep that secret buried deep. The world wasn't ready for the truth, and he couldn't risk it getting out—not yet. The stakes were too high.

A few months had passed since that harrowing night, and the once sterile and cold hospital room now felt like a distant memory. Mingi had made an incredible recovery, though the journey wasn't easy. Every day, he'd made slow but steady progress, pushing through the pain and the frustration that came with his therapy sessions. Physiotherapy was grueling, a constant reminder of how far he'd fallen and how much he had to fight to get back to where he was, but with each passing day, Mingi grew stronger. Yunho had never left his side, helping him with his exercises and offering gentle encouragement.

It wasn't just the physical recovery that weighed heavily on Mingi. He had to rebuild his confidence, his trust in his body and his mind. There were moments of doubt when Mingi would get frustrated with himself—when his muscles wouldn't cooperate when his body betrayed him in the most basic ways. But Yunho, ever patient, always reminded him of how far he'd come. "You're strong, Min. We're doing this together. You're not alone," he would say, his words a constant source of comfort and support.

Today was a milestone. Mingi was finally being discharged from the hospital, ready to begin the next chapter of his life—a life filled with hope, albeit with a few scars and limitations. As Yunho wheeled Mingi out of the hospital in a wheelchair, the light outside felt brighter, more hopeful. Mingi, dressed in a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants, looked a little weary but determined. His once-skeletal frame had regained some of its strength, though he still looked fragile, like a delicate flower just beginning to bloom again.

Yunho pushed him gently, his hand resting on the back of the chair. His eyes were focused ahead, but there was an undeniable tenderness in the way he looked at Mingi, as though he could see through the surface and into the heart of the man who had captured his own.

"Ready to go home?" Yunho asked softly, his voice full of love and reassurance.

Mingi smiled faintly, though it was tinged with the vulnerability of someone still finding their way back to themselves. "Home with you, huh?" He glanced up at Yunho, his eyes soft with affection and gratitude. "I think I'm ready. Just don't make me walk too much yet. My legs are still sore."

Yunho chuckled a warm sound that reverberated in Mingi's chest. "No walking just yet. I'm in charge of this wheelchair for now."

They shared a brief laugh, and the moment felt strangely normal, despite everything that had happened. It was a moment of peace, the kind they both needed. Mingi had gone through hell, and Yunho had been there, every step of the way, just as he promised.

As they reached the exit, a soft voice echoed from within Yunho's chest. 

Venatus.

Yunho tensed slightly, but only for a moment, before responding internally. "What is it?"

The progress you two have made is remarkable. I can feel your bond strengthening, Venatus said, its voice smooth and almost soothing. Mingi is doing well. And you, Yunho, you're stronger than you realize. I'm proud of you.

Yunho couldn't help but smile, the pride he felt for Mingi and the symbiote's quiet approval filling him with warmth. "Thanks, Venatus. You've helped me get through this."

I'm always here for you, Venatus replied softly. Both of you.

They reached the car, where Mingi's mother, who had been dutifully caring for him when Yunho wasn't around, was waiting to help get him into the backseat. Yunho could see the quiet tension in her eyes, the weight of her own emotions as she processed everything that had transpired over the past few months. She wasn't entirely at peace with what had happened, and there was still a certain coldness between them, especially since Yunho had become estranged from his own mother. His decision to expose his father's crimes had shattered their family, and his mother had made it clear that she couldn't forgive him for the betrayal.

In truth, Yunho didn't know where he stood with his mother anymore. Her anger had driven him out of their home, and despite the painful ache of being disowned, Yunho didn't regret his actions. His decision to break free from his father's shadow and expose the truth was the only choice he could have made. He couldn't live a lie. But still, the weight of her anger lingered in the back of his mind.

As they drove back to the apartment he now shared with Mingi, Yunho let the silence settle between them. The car was warm, the air tinged with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Yunho didn't feel like an outcast. There was a sense of belonging here, with Mingi. With Venatus.

"I'll be there for the rehab sessions," Yunho said, breaking the silence. 

"You'll get through this, Min. Slowly but surely, we'll do it together."

Mingi's voice, though quiet, was filled with determination. "I'll get stronger. I'll walk again. Just... give me time." He paused, glancing at Yunho with a tired but hopeful smile. "And keep pushing me, alright? I'm not gonna let you do this alone."

Yunho leaned over and pressed a kiss to Mingi's forehead, his heart swelling with a love that had only deepened over the past few months. "I wouldn't dream of it."

As they pulled into the parking lot of their building, Yunho felt a quiet sense of relief wash over him. They had made it through the storm, and now, together, they would rebuild. With every step Mingi took toward recovery, Yunho would be right there beside him—fighting, healing, and moving forward. No more looking back. No more regrets.

They still had a long way to go. There would be more challenges ahead, and more battles to fight. But for now, as Mingi was wheeled into their apartment, Yunho felt at peace. They had each other. And with that, they could face anything.

Venatus's presence hummed softly within Yunho, a silent companion, and as he watched Mingi settle onto the couch, propped up by pillows, Yunho whispered to the symbiote. "We're not done yet, are we?"

Not by a long shot, Venatus replied, its voice full of quiet promise. But you've already won the hardest part. You have each other.

Yunho nodded, his heart full as he turned back to Mingi. He wasn't sure what the future would hold, but for the first time in a long while, he was ready to face it—with Mingi by his side and the quiet strength of Venatus within him. Together, they would rebuild. Together, they would be unstoppable and that was all that mattered.

Yunho was still Spiderman, saving his city day and night and being a lovely boyfriend when he wasn't busy, he'd use his powers to fight bullies in school, teach children at the skatepark how to ride the skateboard, and whatnot. With Venatus and Mingi by his side, Yunho wouldn't ever dream of ever being lonely.

Venatus was his best friend and Mingi was his boyfriend and he was just.....Jeong Yunho, the Spiderman with an alien inside him, the Spiderman that didn't cum spiderweb, the little loser who fell in love with his best friend. He was

The Amazing Spiderman.

THE END

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