Venom

It had been a long day. Eddie stayed up all of the night before writing a new article about a new serial killer, trying to track him down to get some food for Venom. Eddie had just gotten a new lead, and met up with a detective to discuss it. Venom was great throughout the whole thing, not speaking a single word the whole time until they got off. When they left, Eddie was too tired to drive his motorcycle back, so they just decided to ride the subway instead. He found a secluded spot in the back, somewhere where he could talk to Venom without looking like a maniac to anyone. Suddenly, Venom's voice came. Low, like a snarl. "Eddie." He said, his voice huskier than it usually was. "Eddie. You have no idea how hard I've been holding back." Venom's voice said, vibrating within his mind. "I wanted you to look your best. But now that we're alone.." Venom trailed off for a moment as a inky black tendril snaked itself down Eddie's back, maneuvering down between his legs and prodding at his entrance. "I finally get you all to myself.." Venom growled out as the tendril started spreading out and gradually became a mouth, suctioning onto Eddie's ass and slipping his tongue deep inside Eddie's body. Venom completely ignored that they were still in public, instead forcing another tentacle out of Eddie's back that formed a clawed hand. The fingers of it pushed against Eddie's lips, desperately seeking entrance. "Open up."