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Sunlight streamed in through the shitty curtains, the background chaos of an overactive city audible even in the early morning. Spot remained motionless on the couch, watching dust particles float around him like thousands of universes as he listened to the sound of dishes clinking and the hiss of the stove.
He couldn't pretend to sleep forever, but he bought himself as much time as he could. It was a tactic he had used in many circumstances that required giving himself thinking time. However, true dread wasn't present this time as a weird mix of anxious anticipation and nervous energy sludged together inside him. He didn't know what to do with himself, so he didn't do anything.
"Would you lay off? I'm trying to make us a real breakfast." Eddie suddenly snapped, his voice low but sharp, likely for their sleeping company's benefit. "This is toxic waste. You're making toxic waste."
Spot couldn't resist the urge to take a peek over the couch and see the chaos going on in the kitchen. Something in a pot was burning and a pile of half cooked food sat on a plate drizzled in ketchup and syrup. If he had a stomach it would be twisting at the thought of eating that mess.
"You are toxic waste! Besides, it all looks the same digesting inside you. We are just skipping ahead, now eat." Venom extended to give their partner a look of offense before swiveling around to stare directly at Spot. "Want some?"
He shrunk back under the attention, then registered the question and all sheepishness fled his system under the revival of disgust. "No, no, I'm okay, thank you. I mean, I don't need to eat, so I wouldn't want to waste your...hard work."
"Please, if you have a hole that can transport this directly to an incinerator, that'd be appreciated."
Venom's attention snapped back to Eddie, their offense only growing. "I cook for you and this is the thanks I get?!"
Eddie rolled his eyes, earning a growl in response, but his attention returned to the humanoid. "How about waffles?" He said in perfect timing with the toaster popping. "Well, eggos."
Hungry wasn't the word Spot would use for himself, but desiring participation was close enough for him to agree. "Sure, thank you." He sat up, accepting the fact he was awake now as he watched the couple move around with coordination even in their disagreements. A voice told him to offer his help, but he was mesmerized by the pair.
Venom pouted the entire time, occasionally trying to swipe the plates, but their partner dodged every attempt until the breakfast spread was laid out on the coffee table.
"Here, you maniac." Eddie sighed, aiming a bottle of chocolate syrup before squeezing it directly into their mouth. "Do you need any of this, Spot?" He asked as he placed a plate in front of their guest despite his partner wrapping a tentacle around his hand and grabbing the bottle to eagerly consume the rest.
"Yes- No! I mean, I mean no. I'm good, they can have it." Spot floundered, realizing how closely he had been watching and his awkwardness only got worse when the man sat down beside him. He needed to settle down.
Eddie sunk back into the couch with a relieved sigh and made himself comfortable beside the humanoid, who struggled with the temptation to get closer or pull away. He didn't seem to notice as he reached for the remote and turned the TV onto the News, a story playing in the background about dead bodies and evidence of illegal weapons found at a dock.
Spot tried not to show his internal conflict as the man watched intently. He stared at the food, the floor, the ceiling, a tear in the couch, his hands, but his gaze still drifted over to the couple until he ripped it away again.
Venom produced a bottle of ketchup while their companions were distracted, but Eddie grabbed their tendril, startling them into dropping it. He pressed the tentacle against the back of the couch, pinning the squirming limb and coaxing his partner to face him.
"Leave the food alone."
They leaned in closer in response, flicking their tongue over his lips. "I should eat you instead."
Spot's arms pulled in close to his body and he tried to tune out their intimacy. He wanted to move, or bask in their presence, or reach between them and create a space for himself, or sink into one of his holes and disappear forever.
There was a gross feeling in his chest, painful and jealous as he watched them flirt. He wanted it, wanted to be part of it, and he was angry he wasn't. As if he deserved to have any part of this, any part of them. Nobody liked him. People tolerated him when he was human, liked his skills, sure, but liking was for everyone else. Not him. Never him.
It was an ugly thought. An ugly feeling. It suited him.
A touch on his side startled him from of his thoughts and he looked down, finding a tentacle resting on his shoulder. The man's attention had returned to the TV as more News details droned on, but Venom was looking at him. He didn't say anything and neither did they, the point of contact too charged to just be supportive as it slowly slid down his arm.
Spot felt a million questions bubbling up and he nearly asked them what they were doing, but the realization he didn't want them to stop kept him quiet. He was thrilled by the development, but painfully aware of how shifting the dynamic could crumble this weird relationship the three of them had. They were both vigilantes, he wasn't good. He just wanted to be good enough.
His hand brushed across the tentacle, encouraging its tentative exploration as he forced himself to stay quiet. He shivered as he felt the tip trace over his skin, the holes quivering and beginning to warp under the teasing attention. Hesitantly, he guided it closer to the rim of a pulsing portal, his nerves on fire and his insides begging to be touched.
Venom watched him intently as they sunk the tendril into the nearest hole and he slapped his hand over where his mouth would be, as if he could silence himself. A thin whine escaped him and the man's head snapped in their direction.
"What are you doing, V?!" Eddie demanded, grabbing the invading limb and pulling it out with a strangled grunt from the humanoid. "You can't just- You have to as- We have to talk about these things!"
Spot shivered violently, desperate and mortified. "I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't- I'm sorry."
Venom held no shame and pressed both of their partners into the couch with their mass. "He likes you, and you like him but you are a coward, Eddie. How are we supposed to talk when you keep avoiding your feelings?"
"What?" The man looked between both of them.
Spot wanted to shrink further into himself, but he couldn't help clarifying. "I like both of you."
"Really?" Venom responded, sounding excited and genuinely surprised.
"That makes this better, at least, but you realize we're a packaged deal, man? You have enough going on, you don't want any part of...this. Trust me." Eddie gestured to himself and his partner.
Spot released a disbelieving laugh, sliding his hand across a leaking portal and shuddering as the energy within him tingled. "I want this so badly I think I might actually be melting right now." He showed the black slickness coating his fingers.
The man stared with wide, fascinated eyes before hesitantly reaching for him. "Can I- uh?"
"Ye-yeah, yes. Please." He agreed all too eagerly, laying on the couch to give the couple access to his body. "I need my holes filled or I might explode. And I mean it, I don't actually know what this energy will do to my body without an outlet."
Eddie and Venom looked at each other, the latter grinning wider and wiggling their lack of brows. "We can do that."
"Fuck it." Eddie began undressing quickly, practically ripping his shirt off. The desperation and clear desire made the humanoid pulse with want, but he struggled to get his pants off, finding resistance. "Give me my butt."
"No!"
He struggled harder, rolling back to avoid falling on the humanoid as he fought to remove his pants. "Give me my butt!"
"No! Your butt is mine!" Venom constricted a tentacle around their boyfriend's waist, and pushed him on top of their new partner.
Spot caught the man, amusement and horniness leaving him giddy as their bodies meshed together awkwardly. Eddie seemed less patient and grabbed at the tendril slowing them all down. "V, come on! I swear to God!"
Venom stopped, gasping loudly. "Blasphemy, Eddie!"
"Oh, shut up." Eddie huffed, tugging at his waistband one more time before sighing and looking down at Spot. "Mind helping me out here?"
Wordlessly, Spot slid his fingers along the tentacle and felt is twitch under his touch. His other hand slipped beneath the waistband, slowly prying it free and giving enough leverage for the man to undress. He didn't release the tentacle, instead stroking it as he guided it back to one of the holes in his chest.
Venom didn't need much encouraging, plunging it inside and making him moan loudly. Their boyfriend chastised them for the rough treatment, but he clutched the tentacle as the portal squeezed around them, pulling them in deeper. "You feel nice inside."
"You do too." Spot grunted, wishing he had something sexy to say, but all he could do was arch in pleasure.
"I think I'm going to put on a condom, just in case." Eddie murmured, watching his partners explore each other. "As tempting as your body is, I'd rather not accidentally stick my dick in Legoland without some protection, if it's all the same to you?"
Spot nodded, gripping the man's hip as another tentacle entered him. "Yeah, I understand, yes."
"Here." Venom quickly produced a condom from somewhere and handed it over.
Eddie took it but shot his partner a flat look. "Did you set this all up?"
"I prepared. I am solving your problems again. You are welcome." Venom replied defensively, though they seemed less argumentative with eager holes ready to distract them.
"I didn't prepare for this. I barely believe it's real now." Spot said, trying to reassure this wasn't some set up but his words seemed to make the man hesitate again. "Not-not that I want you to stop, I just didn't expect- how do you want me? I can make a hole anywhere for you." He tried to salvage his fumbling, feeling his excitement turn to anxiety over killing the mood.
Eddie placed his hand on a tentacle, making his partner pause as well while he addressed the nervous humanoid. "Spot, how about you take the lead? Where do you want us?"
"Inside me." Spot blurted before covering his face. "Please, just please keep going. This feels really good, I like this, but I'll feel a lot better if you don't let me overthink it."
Venom nudged both of their partners encouragingly. "Stop holding back, Eddie. He wants us."
"So much, it's embarrassing." He agreed, still refusing to look at the pair until a tentacle pumped into him, making him jolt.
"Okay." Eddie murmured, sliding his palms down the humanoid's sides and feeling a humming slickness coat his skin when he passed over portals. The form beneath him jerked and gasped, so he did it again, deliberately dipping his fingers into the nearest hole. It clenched around him, prompting him to sink his fingers deeper. The sensation was strange, little bubbles of heat thrummed energy within the cold, dampness. His fingers weren't long enough to fully penetrate the portal, and without command Venom manifested a tentacle through his hand, seating itself in the quivering hole.
Spot's aimless hands found another tentacle and the man's shoulder, clutching onto them desperately as he tried to pull them both closer. One of his arms was pushed up over the couch, the tendril sliding through his palm and curling around his wrist, finding another empty hole. He moaned quietly, his leg falling open and slipping off the cushion. The man used the extra room to press flush against him and sunk into the closest portal with a groaned curse.
It was everything he wanted, yet still not enough. "More."
Venom obliged, manifesting more tentacles to fill his holes and slipping their tongue through his face hole. The organ and limbs threaded through him, some folding on themselves and stretching him. Fingers probed along holes, trying to elicit different reactions and satisfy him. Dark matter seeped down his body, slicking every thrust from man and alien, making a mess but none of them cared.
There was no slow rising peak, no tightening coil signaling an orgasm. A near constant stream of energy flowed through him, pulsing and occasionally bursting with intense pleasure that made his heel press into the cushion and his hands squeeze around his partners.
He felt dizzy, but he didn't want them to stop, idly begging for more while drunk on bliss. He was vaguely aware of his partners coming, but the fingers and tentacles kept pumping through the twitching holes. Venom's tongue slid out of his hole to lick a strip up his neck, and the man kissed along his chest, mouthing at any neglected portals.
The flashes of cold and hot were an intoxicating mix, leaving Spot feeling aroused and strangely refreshed. It felt like the world was falling away, floating and buzzing with energy. This was what he needed, not only emotionally but physically.
"Holy shit." Eddie breathed, breaking through some of the lust-filled haze.
Spot eventually realized his pooling arousal had literally created a portal, transporting them into his pocket realm. The white backdrop shimmered with iridescence and black energy crackled through the interconnected holes. A tendril disappeared through one above them, anchoring them to their home dimension.
"Ah. I, uh, guess I lost control." He murmured, following his partners gazes and catching sight of the couch falling while they all floated together.
“There goes our couch.” Eddie commented, watching it float further away before disappearing through a random portal.
“I will ste-buy, I will buy you a new one.” Spot replied, managing to catch some of his scattered thoughts as the energy within him gradually settled.
“We’ve done some kinky stuff but I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that transcends reality.” Eddie breathed, his eyes shifting around the strange realm with fascination though his hands remained firmly on the humanoid.
Spot did the same, the curious part of him wanted to study his dimension further, but his gaze inevitably returned to Venom and Eddie. "Yeah, me neither."