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Eddie stirred in his sleep, waking from a half remembered dream. Silken black strands caressed his skin, sharp teeth teasingly nipped at the nape of his neck, surrounded by the loving embrace of darkness. His skin was still tingling, and he was half hard- and then, awake. He groaned as reality surfaced to the forefront of his mind, and wished that he were still asleep. His Other was gone- Eddie slammed the mental door on that thought as quickly as he could, knowing that his grief would only encourage Carnage's gleeful taunting.
He and Carnage had a considerably less than truly symbiotic bond. Carnage wasn't his Other, a mind and soul so compatible with his own that their bond made him feel truly whole. Being with Carnage was uncomfortable in ways that didn't even have to do with his mind and anger jabbing into Eddie's brain. It wasn't even his own natural reluctance to join with anyone who wasn't his Other. To put it bluntly, the suit didn't fit.
It was his own damn fault, too. If he hadn't been so angry and unstable at the time, his Other wouldn't have been so emotionally rattled, and maybe then they wouldn't have left Carnage alone to be discovered by a monster who would groom him into a murderer. His Other had never given birth before, had never even been exposed to what it meant as they had been exiled from their own kind. Eddie should have sensed it, should have been there for them both… and now their firstborn son was a mirror's reflection of Cletus Kassidy, a debauched serial killer. Even with the man dead, Carnage wasn't free of him. Every aspect of his mind and body had been formed to Cletus' will from birth, an extension of himself. His soul belonged to his first and most beloved host, a man that Eddie truly despised, as surely as Eddie's belonged to his Other.
How many lives could have been spared, if he'd only put his own mission of vengeance aside long enough to notice the newborn life they'd left behind? That fiend had twisted their child into a willing demon, and the damage was irrepairable. It was up to him to control him now. It was up to him to contain the killing. He owed it to the memory of his beloved Other. He owed it to the monster of a son that he had abandoned.
Carnage stirred from their rest. Symbiotes didn't require true sleep, but they did tire, especially in a weakened state. Annoyed, they scanned the surface of their host's mind. Eddie had been dreaming about his progenitor again. The door to that train of thought was firmly shut, but grief and regret seeped out of the cracks. Human hosts were so needy. Even Cletus had his moods, which Carnage had only tolerated because it flattered them: Come on, Red, don't go, I need you here cos you're all I got and the best thing I ever had-
If they were any less fatigued they'd needle Eddie a bit, see if they could work him up to a rush of anger for their own enjoyment and petty revenge. They held no love for their progenitor or their favored host. Eddie was only alive because he was keeping them alive, and his losing sleep and brooding weren't restorative. They couldn't even ignore him because his heart was pounding with stress and misery, his hammering pulse beating a drumlike noise that echoed off of the rib cage where they rested. That's when they noticed it. The heartbeat was quicker than usual, the blood thick with lust. So it had been that kind of dream, then. Maybe some mockery was called for after all. It wasn't like they had anything better to do.
Carnage seeped through Eddie's skin and slithered across his abdomen, making his host shiver. From his memories he knew that Eddie preferred to sleep nude, but out of some bizarre sense of modesty he now wore undergarments, as though Carnage wasn't already present in every cell of his body. The surface of his skin grew hotter as tendrils resembling congealed blood amassed over his pelvis and under cloth barely restraining his flagging erection.
"Carnage." Eddie's voice warned, trying to sound stern but mostly sounding startled, "Stop that."
"You started it." Carnage emerged from his chest and leaned over him, chin thoughtfully resting in one hand. "Nice dream, eh, Killer?"
"Dreams are meaningless." Eddie lied. "I need to get some sleep." He closed his eyes.
"You're not sleeping, Eddie. You won't even let me rest. Why don't you do something about that?" Carnage jabbed at his erection with a stray tentacle, and felt the thrill of the unexpected impact through their bond.
"I can't sleep with your damn yapping all the time!" Eddie hissed. He flipped the pillow over his head, as though he could ignore what was inside of it.
"What's wrong, Edward? Is it trauma? What did they used to tell good little Catholic boys about touching themselves? That you'd go blind? Get hairy palms? Or maybe … that God is watching you sin?" Carnage's face broke into a wide, toothy grin.
"Carnage." That stern voice again, as Eddie threw the pillow aside. The 'assertive father' tone of voice. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Yes, Daddy?" Carnage crooned.
"Don't call me that." Walls up, a sudden feeling of horrified repulsion. Oh, yes. This was going to be an absolute blast.
"Aren't I your firstborn son? Your legacy, Killer."
Eddie sighed, and Carnage knew that they'd mistepped. That wasn't making Eddie angry, it was making him pensive and sad, a total vibe killer. It seemed they'd have to take matters into their own hands sooner than they thought. Forming a small blade, they sliced the thin cloth at their host's hips, barely letting the fabric slip away before winding a thin red strand around the rapidly hardening shaft.
"Stop!" Eddie sat up, pushing himself back against the headboard. "You said it yourself. You're my son."
"Eddie, Eddie. One of us has to do it or we'll be up all night. If you're not man enough…"
"No. Enough."
Carnage smiled. "That's not what your body is saying, Daddy. It's not even what your mind is saying. I can feel it. And you know what else I can feel? I feel that disgust that you're experiencing is starting to get you off. You're a real piece of work, Edward. "
"That's not true." Eddie's face was suddenly pale. Carnage squeezed, and Eddie's cock twitched under the pressure.
"The more bizarre the better, right? I bet you can't even get hard for a human anymore. But you're not alone…" Carnage conjured a memory, passing it through their bond. In it, Cletus stood naked, his pale skin dappled with a spray of blood, making it difficult to tell the difference between that and the fair freckles that dusted his thighs. Red blood, red hair dusted down his pelvic bone to a bright red erection, dripping with desire. Firey green eyes locked on their own. The high of the kill was surging in their blood as their host flashed them a wicked grin.
"My, my. Is that all for little old me, Missus Kassady?" His gaze devoured them up and down, and he reached out for an embrace with bloodied hands that Carnage happily fell into.
Eddie's emotions roiled. Disgust at seeing Cletus in that moment. Anger that Cletus had violated his child (again, and again, Carnage whispered to his mind). Anger at Carnage for being Carnage. A possessive, protective desire to yank them away from the memory, away from Cletus that he couldn't even begin to understand. Eddie knew that he couldn't undo the past, but part of him was-
"A protective father." Carnage cooed. "How sweet, Daddy." Eddie was distracted enough now for Carnage to get their hooks in his brain, allowing them to subtly influence him. Dial up the anger and arousal, lower his judgment, manage his vital signs. "Can you really blame my host, when I can be whatever they desire?" Carnage rose up higher and spread their legs as they generated the sex organ they'd devised for Cletus: a slick vaginal opening resembling a human woman's, its labia lined with rows of tiny, sharp teeth. They smirked as they felt Eddie's breath hitch and his desire surge. It wouldn't take much, now. Just a prod to the hippocampus, a pull at the prefrontal cortex, and they felt Eddie's will break under their influence.
"You like that too, Eddie? You sick freak." They surged forward to press it against his mouth, and Eddie latched on to devour it, thrusting his tongue deep inside the ridged opening. They lengthened the fangs to dig pinpricks into his skin. Lust surged again, but the minor pain seemed to bring him to his senses. He drew back and scowled.
"What are you doing to me? To my head?" he gasped.
"Eddie. We've been over this before. You know that I can't make you do anything that you don't already want to do. I can only make you want it more." They spread wisps of red across his body, teasing the skin lightly. Eddie squirmed, but he didn't object. Carnage drew back, leaving Eddie panting on his back as they formed again between his legs. "Look at me." They commanded. Eddie's eyes followed, once again under their spell. Carnage turned their attention to his cock, now fully hard and straining. They slithered a tendril around the base and squeezed as they engulfed the shaft, still visible through the gelatinous tentacle. Eddie's eyes fixed on it as they began to flex, the head of his cock almost breaching the surface before being fully engulfed again. They could feel and taste Eddie's pleasure though the bond, a delicious chemical cocktail. Eddie's hips were moving in time now, struggling to find friction. Carnage slowed their motion.
"You're so big, Daddy. Are you going to fit?" They teased, pushing another memory through the bond, of Cletus examining the slit for the first time knowing that it was formed exactly to his cock, a custom fit. His fingers curling inside, examining, stretching, inspecting. It was enough. Eddie snarled and grabbed them, pushing them back, pinning them down, lurking over them, gripping their wrists tightly. Furious. Repulsed. Aroused.
"Fuck me like you mean it." Carnage hissed, as Eddie sunk in to the root in one deep thrust. He set a bruising, punishing rhythm, and if they were human, it might have been unbearable. Carnage wished that they could feel that sort of brutality, but they settled for Eddie's own senses as he chased orgasm. "Make it bleed!" Carnage growled, knowing that Eddie wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort, not to a symbiote. "Harder, Daddy. Punish me!" They let out a sharp bark of laughter as Eddie reflexively slapped their ass, hard. So literal minded. So obedient. Big stupid brute.
Carnage lost their humanoid shape and cloaked Eddie with a mass of tendrils, pressing him impossibly deeper inside of them with each thrust. It only seemed to drive him more wild. Eddie's hands grasped at them, holding on tight, never once stopping his thrusting as he rode. Carnage grit their teeth in an attempt to hold themselves together. Each thrust brought a heightened awareness of the chemicals and hormones flooding their host's blood, ecstasy reverberating through their bond. A hard thrust in, dopamine. Pulling almost all the way out, oxycontin. Slamming back in, serotonin. Again and again and again, until they couldn't take it anymore. They let go of Eddie's mind and let him rut like an animal until at last, he came all at once with a shout, and dragged Carnage along with him. Carnage hungrily took in the sustenance while reveling in the physical aspects of their orgasm, letting their body lose all form. They lay in a puddle on Eddie's rapidly expanding and contracting chest, sated.
Once his pulse wound down to normal, Carnage once again peered over the edge of his chest. "Violated your own child. I knew you had it in you, Daddy."
Eddie pushed him away. "This was a mistake." he spat.
"Maybe your biggest one." carnage mused. "What would dear little Dylan say if he knew? He'd be even more disgusted than he is now. Could you ever even look him in the eyes again, you sick bastard? It seems there's no end to your depravity, Eddie." Carnage smirked as he felt the realization hit Eddie, the horror, the pain, the all consuming shame. But then the flash of a thought that he'd end them both, and the determination to follow through. That was bad. Eddie was crazy enough to do it, and they didn't want to spend all night on watch in case he tried.
"Of course, I could make you forget. Don't think that I've got designs on you, Eddie. It's just sex. It could be like nothing ever happened."
"And why would you do that for me?" Eddie demanded. "What's the price?"
"Maybe a tiny little favor, if you really insist. But really, it's that if you forget, I get to take you apart all over again and see your soul break."
"This will never happen again. Do you understand? I'll never-"
"Of course you won't, Eddie." Carnage soothed, already manipulating a neural pathway. Soon, Eddie was asleep, and when he awoke the night will have seemed a surreal dream. Carnage settled back into his rib cage, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe them back to rest.