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Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I don’t own anything but Laila, I’m not making any money on this so don’t sue me and so on.

Thanks to fever red for agreeing to be my master and commander in this story and help me keep the men in character (author bows down to the keeper of knowledge).

Thanks to CarnageJunkie for the review and the nice compliments. Big kiss.

A girl, they thought, staring at the figure on the couch before glancing around once more to be certain there was no one else present which might have caught the madman’s eye. There was nothing but furniture and appliances as far as the eye could see.
            Carnage had captured a girl.
            And left her unharmed.
            It was totally unprecedented and so unexpected Venom had a difficult time deciding what to do. Obviously they should release her and get her to safety, but they were momentarily dazed by the very surreal quality of the situation. Why had Carnage allowed her to live? What did he want with her? Was she somehow close to Spiderman? Venom’s reporter instincts were in high gear, they always preferred to understand the nature of everything, and the most likely reason she was still alive was because she had to know something about Spiderman or them. They already knew they had never seen her before, and even though it was possible she might be a reporter or a cop or even just someone who had done a study on them out of curiosity, they quickly dismissed that probability as they met her astonished gaze. She had no clue who they were, which meant…She knew Spiderman. It was the only explanation Venom had for Carnage’s interest in her. Carnage had obviously wished to keep her confined, judging by the makeshift hitch and tie he had attached to her. Since she wasn’t dead, Venom assumed Carnage planned on returning to interrogate her. Which meant they had to act fast to free the girl and depart before their “son” came back.
            Venom strode over to the girl and she blinked up at them muttering, “Does everyone in this city run around in costume?”
            The female’s words gave Venom pause. Despite having faced Carnage, being hog tied and now stuck alone with them, she was making light of the situation. How very unusual. Her lack of fear was interesting to say the least. Still, they did not bother answering the question, since they knew it required no answer. Instead, they said, “We do not know what Carnage wants with you, but it is in your best interest to leave. However, even then we think he would hunt you down since he left you alive and imprisoned. It is obvious Carnage wished to speak with you again. We can only assume it was the presence of Spiderman that saved your life for the moment. We cannot let you go alone; Carnage would easily find you again and overpower you. So we are taking you with us.”

            The moment Carnage left, Laila began testing her bonds. She quickly found that though he had not tied the ropes tightly, they were secure nonetheless. The tether he had fashioned from the jump rope was long enough for her to rest comfortably sitting up or to lie down, but it was too short to allow her to get off the couch and reach the phone. The pole of her lamp that he had rammed into the wall didn’t even move when she yanked on it with all her strength. She was stuck right where she was until he returned. Even though he had not harmed her, Laila did not want to be around when Carnage came back. He was terribly strong and obviously alien, and her reaction to his kiss had been frightening in and of itself. She could dwell on what she had done later; right now she needed to get away.
            As she was trying to find something to saw through the jump rope with, she heard the glass sliding door screech open where Carnage had hastily replaced it on its frame. She immediately stiffened, thinking he was back already and she was screwed, her eyes instinctively going to the door. However, it was not Carnage who loomed in the doorway, but rather a gigantic man dressed in black with an enormous white spider on his chest. He was ridiculously muscular, and imposing, and like Carnage he had those odd white eyes that were almost too big for his face, though they seemed to be part of his costume. She had no idea whether or not she was in danger. If he was a friend of Carnage’s he might not hurt her since Carnage hadn’t, but then again she didn’t want to see Carnage ever again since she had no idea how safe he truly was. If he was an enemy of Carnage, she had no idea if that made him friend or foe, and she was a sitting duck at the moment. As he had approached her, nervousness and frustration at her inability to free herself had prompted her to make the sarcastic comment about people in costumes. It had brought the man in black up short for an instant and she thought he might be fighting off a smile. Laila began to feel a little more at ease. That ended the moment he started talking.
            Once his mouth moved, it was very obvious he was as much of an alien as Carnage was. He had massive teeth and a tongue that would put the Kiss band member Gene Simmons to shame. Laila immediately went taut as he towered over her, he was huge! The width of his body completely filled her vision at close range, making her very aware how easy it would be for him to crush her. Once he began speaking, she was only slightly mollified. It seemed he was here to rescue her from Carnage, though she doubted he would prove to be much safer. He appeared to be perfectly dangerous himself. And why was he referring to himself as “we”? There only appeared to be one of him. Was he demented as well as completely alien? Leave it to her to attract the interest of the biggest freaks on the planet.
He reached down to slice the rope away from her wrists, but hesitated the moment he touched her hand because a sharp spark of heat leaped between them at the contact. It reminded her of her body’s reaction to Carnage, it was incredibly intense, sending goose bumps over her body and instantly hardening her nipples. What the hell is wrong with me, she wondered in dismay.
            What the hell is wrong with us, Venom silently demanded, frozen in place holding the girl’s hands. The moment they had touched her, it felt as if fire had blazed over every inch of them, brining them to an instant state of sexual arousal and giving them an immediate erection. The man in them knew what lust was, but had never experienced such unreasoning desire in his life. The symbiote in them had also experienced desire, but did not understand their response to her, and was even more affected by her on a primal level then the man. It was the symbiote that was being restrained by the barest thread of the man’s tenuous self control.
            They wanted to throw her down and make her scream with pleasure.
            Venom abruptly released her, reaching up to grab the part of the jump rope that was tied to the lamp pole and easily tearing it in two. They quickly tossed her over one shoulder and headed for the door. Once again, upon coming into contact with each other, unmitigated lust arced between them and Venom had to grit their teeth as they forced themselves to move, to do something other then ravage her.
            “Wait, I need clothes at the very least!” Sense had returned to Laila even though her body was throbbing where it pressed against his shoulder, chest and back. She knew she wouldn’t be able to escape him, and if she had to go with him she would need some clothes and toiletries to get her through.
            Venom knew they should refute her request since time was of the essence and Carnage could return at any moment, but it was too difficult to think with her breasts sliding against their back and they also found they could not stand the thought of refusing her anything. Stranger yet…“Fine, but hurry,” they relented, taking her down the hall to her bedroom. They drew up short when they entered the room, inhaling the delicious scent of her that seemed to permeate the air. Their gaze instinctively locked onto the bed with its red silk sheets, and their erection grew until it became even more painful. They reluctantly set her on her feet and moved away from her, straining to maintain their control. She was not proving helpful, pausing to stare at them almost mournfully after losing contact with them. Clenching their fists against the sexual urges racing through their mind, they gestured for her to get moving.
            His violent hand clenching woke Laila from the daze she had fallen under and she promptly set about packing a bag. Venom watched in silence as she dashed around her room grabbing various items of clothing. They arched an eyebrow when she packed a second bag full of bathroom supplies, and they frowned when she had a third bag full of shoes. Would it never end? When she finally had the contents of her entire bedroom in those three bags, she walked over and looked up at them expectantly. Venom’s annoyance dissipated the moment she looked at them, and silently thanking the gift of incredible strength, they scooped the bags up in one arm and her in another.
            Even though she had steeled herself for another moment of physical contact, Laila couldn’t suppress the moan that came from her lips at the feel of him, and Venom couldn’t suppress the trembling that touch and sound stirred inside them, they nearly dropped the bags they were so distraught. However, the thought that Carnage might return for the girl spurred them into action, and they quickly made their way out of the apartment, pausing on the balcony to spin a web on the shoulder not carrying Laila and placing her luggage in it.
            “Can everyone spin webs now,” she asked, having previously believed the only web slinger in town was Spiderman.
            Venom could not resist saying, “Except you, it seems, which is a shame because now we are stuck carrying you and your house.”
            The reference to her amount luggage earned Venom a surly glare that didn’t faze them one bit.
            “You should close your eyes,” they warned her, shifting her body down so that she was firmly pressed to their side. “The world will not look so amusing from an upside down vantage.”
            Laila had already been thinking that herself, but she had barely enough time to close her eyes before her rescuer was on the move. Like Carnage, this black brute handled her as if she weighed no more then a pillow: tucked under one gigantic arm and held lightly in place with a strong hand. While swinging from about a zillion miles up, it suddenly occurred to her she had no idea who he was. “Uh, what’s your name,” she shouted into the wind.
            Venom winced at her bellow, being susceptible to noise as they were, and curbed down their initial urge to shout at her to talk softer. She had no way of knowing they were sensitive to sound, after all. “We are Venom,” they replied in a much more sedate volume.
            “Carnage, Venom, what is it with you people,” Laila grumbled to herself.
            Venom did not appreciate being grouped in with Carnage in any way, but they once more refrained from reprimanding her. She knew nothing of them, or their enemies. She was an innocent, to be protected and sheltered. “Do you always talk to yourself,” they asked as they headed for the nearest lair available and suited for a woman’s presence.
            Laila blinked at him in surprise before blushing and saying, “Sorry, bad habit from childhood.”
            The blush was incredibly becoming, Venom mused, before jerking their attention back to where they were going when they nearly missed spinning another rope to swing from. Wouldn’t do to plummet to the ground and sustain serious injury because of ogling a girl. At that moment Laila shifted in place, trying to get more comfortable though there really was no such thing when being carried like a sack of food, and her breasts slid against Venom’s side and arm. Their muscles convulsed at the contact and for an instant it seemed as if they might indeed plunge to their demise as their body shut down in stunned response before roaring back to life full force, desire ripping through them in elemental waves. “Stop moving,” was a guttural growl torn from their strained throats, politesse beyond them for the moment.
            Laila was bewildered by his abrupt mood changes but decided to be quiet and reflect on her situation. She was being rescued, or possibly kidnapped, by a costume wearing alien with powers like Spiderman who went by the name Venom and constantly referred to himself in the plural. He was “saving” her from a red alien with tentacles by the name of Carnage, who also had powers similar to Spiderman’s and happened to be one hell of a good kisser. Where did that last thought come from? It was highly inappropriate all things considered. She should be reflecting on what was going to happen to her, not how delicious it had felt to be kissed by that unusual being. She had a feeling this Venom could give Carnage a run for his money in the kissing department. That tongue of Venom’s looked positively wicked, there were probably a million things he could do with it…And again, where were these thoughts coming from? Survival first, hormones last. And why was she even responding sexually to such odd looking people in the first place? Fortunately, she was saved from having to answer that question by their arrival at…an abandoned warehouse?
Laila stared at the run down building as Venom set her on her feet and began to herd her to the dilapidated entrance. She felt like digging her heels in the ground and refusing to take another step, but she knew that would seem incredibly childish. There was no point to it really, he was stronger then her, but damn it…“I am not going in there,” Laila announced, digging her heels in anyway.
Venom kept moving, dragging her along as if she hadn’t even put up any resistance.
“I mean it, that place looks filthy,” Laila wailed.
“It is safe here, Carnage will not be able to find you, he would never think to look here,” Venom calmly replied, actually quite amused by her missish antics.
“I said no,” Laila snapped, her normally dulcet voice acquiring a hard edge that sent ripples of involuntary response down Venom’s spine, causing them to glance down at her in surprise. She met their look with an unflinching one of her own, and there was something in her eyes that tempted them to challenge her, to break her to their will, to gentle her like they might a wild animal. Uncertain what prompted them to test her resolve; Venom took another step and watched in fascination as her hypnotic violet eyes turned nearly black with temper. “Stop moving this instant,” Laila commanded all traces of softness gone from her voice, seemingly unaware or uncaring of the fact that she did not have the brawn to force him to do as she wished.
But her demand had an unexpected power over them. They froze in place the second she demanded them to stop. At that moment, it would have been impossible to tell who was more surprised: Laila or Venom. She was immediately suspicious, thinking he was making fun of her because it was obvious she couldn’t have stopped him if he’d wanted to go on. Venom was immediately upset that they found themselves incapable of moving. She had said to stop, and so here they stood like an obedience trained dog.
“What are you doing,” Laila asked, starting to smile at the scowling giant, now believing he was doing this to humor her instead of mock her.
“We have no idea,” Venom growled, as perplexed as she was and not wanting her to discover they had stopped because they had been unable to do anything else when she demanded it of them. An idea suddenly occurred to them. “Are you a mutant?”
Laila shook her head, “Nope, not that lucky. I’m just plain, boring little old me.”
Venom wondered what she meant by that, she seemed interesting to them: they’d met grown men who couldn’t stare them down like this girl could. They decided to ask her about it later, wanting to go inside for the moment and get her out of sight. “Why don’t you want to go in the warehouse? Because it’s dirty? Wouldn’t you rather put up with a little dirt then being roped to a wall?”
It hadn’t been that bad, Laila thought to herself. Carnage was kind enough to leave some slack on the rope and, as she’d already ascertained earlier, he had been one fine kisser…Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the present and said, “It’s not the dirt so much as the condition of the building. It looks like it might collapse at any moment.”
At this, Venom smiled and said, “But you have yet to see the inside. Won’t you at least take a look?”
Laila, unnerved by his toothy grin, decided to relent, having no wish to spend the night outside. She could handle it if she had to sleep in a condemned warehouse for one night. “Fine, let’s see it.”
Magically, Venom found themselves capable of movement again. They regarded her in thoughtful silence, wondering if she had a power she wasn’t aware of as so many mutants seemed to these days. But then they pushed the notion aside and led her into the building. They were suited more to action then psychoanalyzing, if they couldn’t figure out their own mind at times they certainly couldn’t figure out anyone else’s.

            Carnage returned to the girl’s apartment muttering imprecations to themselves. They had waited too long to leave her and pursue Spiderman, there had been no sign of the web slinger by the time they had managed to clear their head of thoughts of the way she tasted and smelled. Irritated at their earlier lack of resolve, they had resisted the impulse to rush back to her side and instead forced themselves to carefully search the surrounding area for any sign of Spiderman, but of course there was none. That figured. Half elated and half angered, they quickly made their way back to the girl’s home, but froze on the balcony. They could see through the glass sliding door that she was gone. Rage swelled within them, inciting them to violence, and they smashed through the glass with a snarl, knowing she was gone but taking the time to search the entire apartment for her.
            When they came to her bedroom they slowed down, the scent of her almost overpowering to their agitated senses. This was where she slept, then, they mused as they walked into the distinctly feminine room. It was not dainty, as some women’s rooms were. There was not one knick knack in sight and nothing was pink, and there was a distinct lack of lacey furniture. But the bed set was silk and the walls were covered with pictures of men. Carnage smiled in appreciation, they kept photos on display themselves, of course their pictures were much more graphic…
            Without meaning to, they had gone directly to the enormous four poster bed that dominated one side of the room. They admiringly eyed the posts, imagining tying her to them, or perhaps letting her tie them up. Presto, instant erection. The brilliant red silk seemed to blend with their own color, and the very thought of her wrapping herself up in it made their mouth water. They sunk down onto the silk sheets, lowering their face to the numerous pillows scattered about, and inhaled the heady scent of her: musky and floral at once. Their dick began to ache as the smell flashed through them with electric intensity. They allowed themselves to lie down on her bed, to surround their body with her fragrance. There was the pleasant, almost airy scent of her hair on the pillows. Just below the pillows they could smell the deeper tang of where her body sweated beneath the covers at night and then, just a little further down they discovered paradise.
            Their little beauty apparently practiced masturbation.
            There was no mistaking the aroma of arousal and release. She had gotten herself off as recently as this morning. They wondered if she used her fingers or toys, even as something primal rippled through their gut and caused their cock to ooze pre cum. Carnage crawled down the length of the bed, enjoying the sensual feel of the silk sliding over their engorged shaft, speculating on whether or not she liked the way the silk felt slipping over her erect nipples and satiny skin while she touched herself. Carnage reached the area where her hips had writhed in pleasure only hours before, and they reveled in the arousing scent of her satisfaction. Their tongue snaked out to lap at the silk and they could just barely taste her, rich and intoxicating. Their dick arched against the silk beneath them and they instinctively ground their hips into the mattress as they lapped at the remains of her orgasm again. Just knowing she had lain there stroking herself, her fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy, sent them over the edge. Carnage dug their claws into the bed and snarled in surprised pleasure as they came without warning, spewing a stream of shimmering pearls across the sheets. They dropped to one side, panting in astonishment. They were sexual creatures to be sure, but they had never lost control over a woman’s smell before.
            Slightly shaken, Carnage slid off the bed and stepped away from it, bumping into the dresser in the process. They glanced down and noticed several drawers were open and half empty. Apparently the girl had packed some clothes to take with her; she wouldn’t be back any time soon. Frustrated and still stunned by their disgraceful lack of control earlier, they knocked over the dresser with a growl, shattering it in the process. They were brought up short when several impossibly small pairs of underwear spilled across the floor. Here was apparently where all the lace in her room was. Impulsively they reached down and plucked a pair of jade green panties up before looking around the room, quickly locating a laundry basket. With a juvenile grin, they dropped the jade panties in favor of a pair of used black ones that were about as wide as two of their fingers. A quick sniff verified these were the panties she had been wearing before orgasming, they almost licked the panties as they had done with the sheets, but Carnage curbed the impulse, wanting to set out looking for her.
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