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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.

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A/N: I do not own anything in this story except my own characters, and it is not being written for profit.
Thanks to fever red for guiding me through any mishaps, and for giving me a location to have Carnage and Laila play...
Thank you to fireinu for reviewing. Yes, the dead sym will eventually come more into focus.

            Eddie, despite his muscle bound appearance, was no fool. By the time they had reached a small dine in pizza joint called the Works; he knew perfectly well that he’d been had. Little miss Laila thought she was so clever, and it was true she had managed to goad him into action, but he was not so easy to manipulate. At least not once his temper cooled off enough to allow clear thought. She was smart alright, something he admired in a woman. She was also stubborn, ballsy and had a damn mouth on her.
            Laila knew Eddie was looking at her, but she ignored him, focusing her attention on eating. She was starving, she had a healthy appetite and she managed to put away quite a few pieces before finally sinking back against the seat and raising her eyes to look at him. He was still watching her, and she frowned without realizing it. She had never been comfortable under the scrutiny of men.
            Eddie wondered if he’d grown another head, she seemed so repulsed by his looking at her. It was not a reaction he was used to. Might do the old ego a little good, he thought, though he still didn’t like it one bit. He also wanted to make sure she understood he knew what she’d done, twisting him around to get her way, and that it was something she’d better learn not to get used to. “That was a smart move back at the warehouse, pressing me into impulsively agreeing with your wishes, but I wouldn’t try it too often if I were you. I don’t appreciate having my strings pulled.”
            Laila smiled at him in surprise, he was more intelligent then he looked. She was wise enough not to bother pretending ignorance. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
            He grunted and then said, “What’s the name of this library of yours?”
            “St. Christien’s Public Library.”

            Peter Parker, sometime teacher and full time super hero, stumbled into his favorite library, text books in hand as he dragged his sore, weary body over to an empty table. He had spent the night trying to find Venom, but to no avail. Close to dawn he had given up the search and gone home to sleep. When his alarm went off a scant few hours later, it had been a trial to get out of bed and start functioning. Peter was used to being pulled in a myriad of directions, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to handle. He was worried about school, letting his Aunt down, his love life, and now Carnage was out again. Life was just a bowl of cherries for him, it seemed. Forcing down a yawn, Peter propped his head up with one hand and turned blood shot eyes down to the barely visible pages of one of his endless number of text books, absently reaching for the first of a zillion student homework assignments. It was going to be a long day.

            “Ryder’s Public Library, may I help you?”
            Cletus gave an automatic response, his brain almost numb from the repetitive nature of the task he’d set for himself, “Is Laila Tailynn available?”
            “Hold one moment please,” came the pleasant reply.
            Cletus wanted to reach through the phone and tear the woman’s throat out. He’d been holding all fucking morning and his patience was reaching it’s end, only sheer stubbornness had gotten him this far anyway. The symbiote was also irritated at the lack of leads and the waiting, it seethed and hissed at him with maddening impatience, wearing away at his limited self control and threatening to overwhelm them both with violence, which Cletus would have welcomed at the moment.
            “Thank you for holding. Sorry, there’s no one,” the lady began to inform him, but Cletus hung up before she was finished.
            His eyes traced down the list of libraries in the yellow pages and he marked off Ryder. He laughed when he saw the next library had a saint’s name in it, noting there were quite a few named after numerous saints. Wouldn’t that be just too delicious if he found her in one of them?

            Eddie was following in Laila’s wake when they entered the library, but he was still able to see Peter Parker the moment he entered the room. He was instantly assailed by conflicting emotions, as usual, but for the moment his main concern was not being seen. He did not want Spiderman getting involved with this girl or Carnage, the do gooder would only insist on capturing that killer instead of putting him down, and Eddie had let Cletus escape alive for the last time. As annoying as Spiderman was, he could still be useful for the moment. Eddie wanted to scout the city and see if he could find any signs of Carnage, and he knew the girl would be safe if he left her in the same library as Spiderman. “Listen, I want to meet up with Venom, would you mind if I left you here alone for a little while,” he deliberately made his tone sound as if she was incapable of looking after herself so she would be too angry to think to ask what he was going to talk to Venom about. The less lying he had to do, the better.
            Laila’s back stiffened and her eyes narrowed as she swung around to face him, reacting as he’d planned. “I am perfectly able to take care of myself, He-Man wannabe.”
            Two could play her string pulling game, he thought smugly, deciding to let her snide name calling pass. “Fine, just be sure not to leave the library without me.”
            “No promises,” was the flippant response.
            Eddie immediately scowled. “Look, Venom has placed you in my care and if something were to happen to you he’d…eat my brains.” The comment was a favorite of Venom’s and Eddie couldn’t resist using it, silently chuckling when Laila’s nose wrinkled in disgust.
            “That is beyond disgusting,” she assured him. “Although I can’t see as how it would do much damage to you. But I would never want to be responsible for you losing what little you have of your mind.”
            Eddie reminded himself she was being bitchy because he had deliberately angered her, but it was difficult to keep from making a biting remark. “Great, see you when I get back.” He turned and left without another word, marching out of the library and into a nearby alley, allowing the symbiote to sweep over him and Venom to emerge. “Mouthy woman,” they muttered to themselves as they spun a web and took to the air to seek their violent offspring.

            Laila watched Eddie go, feeling strangely deflated. She had expected more of a fight out of him; he was fun to argue with. And despite all of her derogatory remarks, he really was easy on the eyes. Then again, she was finding everyone attractive these days it seemed. She was seriously considering having her head examined. With a sigh, she wandered over to a table and was just about to sit down when she heard a familiar voice say, “Laila, hey, how have you been?”
            She glanced up to see the beaming face of Peter Parker. He was one of the few guys she genuinely felt comfortable around; she always knew Peter wasn’t having sexual thoughts about her when he spoke to her. He was the original Boy Scout. “Hi Peter,” she returned, internally wincing as she was forced to lie to the sweet guy. “I’m fine, just thought I’d try and get a little more studying in before exams.”
            “You’re always studying,” Peter laughed. He wanted to ask her what had happened at her apartment, but it was none of his business and he knew it would look suspicious if he were to know about anything in the first place. He’d have to pay her a visit as Spiderman, and then he could ask her all the questions racing through his brain.
            “Look who’s talking,” she teased, “Although you show up at the library more often then classes, or so I’ve heard.”
            “Yeah, well I have a hard time getting in,” he truthfully replied. “I’m amazed you don’t, with as late as you stay here some nights.”
            “I’m not planning on staying late anytime in the future, I’m a changed woman,” she declared, not mentioning her near mauling by gang members.
            Of course Peter already knew all about it. “That’s good to hear, no one should be all work and no play.” Look who’s talking, he mused as he slowly made his way back to his own table.
            Laila watched him walk away before turning her attention back to the books she had brought with her. She would just do a little research on Carnage and then study, she decided, starting to make her way to the computer labs. She was brought to a halt when she heard her name announced over the library intercom.

            Cletus was on the hundredth saint library and his impatience was really starting to overwhelm him, evident by his agitated pacing as he listened to the annoying hold music. He should destroy half the libraries in town just for their offensive selection in music. He breathed a sigh of relief when the music ended, automatically moving his finger to hit the button that would end the call when he got the expected response. Instead, he received a shock when a female voice said, “Hello, this is Laila. Who is this?”
            Elation, triumph and relief warred within Cletus as he stood there holding the phone, debating what to do. He couldn’t very well say he’d gotten the wrong person, he was pretty certain there weren’t that many Laila Tailynns running around. So he hung up on her, quickly double checking the name of the library he’d just called. St. Christien’s. The sym hissed within him and he released it, allowing it to envelop him.
            “You can run but you can’t hide,” they laughed delightedly, pleased that hours of perseverance had paid off. They quickly made their way to the library but at the last minute decided to enter as Cletus. The girl would not recognize them that way, and it would also cut down on the chances of being spotted by others. The last thing they wanted was for Spiderman to show up and get in their way when they nearly had the girl in their grasp.

            Peter had been ignoring his bladder for the better part of the morning as he graded papers, but it would no longer be put off. He rose and practically jogged to the bathrooms, completely missing the appearance of a familiar enemy.

            Laila returned to her table, frowning as she picked up her books and then headed back to the computer lab. She had heard breathing on the other end of the phone, but no one had responded even though she’d spoken. How odd to have someone page her just to crank call her. Setting her books down at one of the isolated desks, she was halfway into the seat when a hand clamped down on her arm and a voice said, “Hello gorgeous. Mind if I sweep you off your feet?”
            The question was apparently rhetorical because the man had already picked her up, one hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream for help. She instinctively began to thrash, trying to escape his grip, but he only tightened his arms around her. “Don’t struggle, it only excites me, and believe me, I don’t need any encouragement,” he casually warned her.
            Laila couldn’t turn her head enough to see Cletus, but he could certainly see her. She was pretty enough, he couldn’t tell what had gotten Carnage so worked up over her initially but now that he was holding her, he could tell she had a great body hidden under her clothes. Cletus didn’t have the luxury of time to look at her if he wanted to get out of there without having any distractions ensue, so he quickly made his way through the back of the library, into a stairwell that led to the roof.
            As soon as Cletus left the main floor, he felt the sym demand to be released, fighting to come out, and because he no longer needed to hide his identity he allowed it to, though he was a bit disturbed by its pushiness. His hunger for the girl in his arms grew to unbearable levels as the symbiote flowed free. Carnage slid to a halt and bent the girl’s head back, bringing her face to theirs for a searing kiss. Her mouth opened in surprise and they ruthlessly took advantage of it, thrusting their tongue into her mouth and groaning at the sweet taste of her, better than they had remembered. Their arms trembled around her as they forced her closer to their throbbing body, exulting in the feel of her soft curves pressed up against them.
            Laila’s head was spinning. She’d had only a second to see her assailant, to register that it was in fact Carnage, before he was kissing her. His tongue slid in and out of her mouth with fervor, his body leaned into hers, and even though some sane part of her brain pointed out making out with a possible enemy was not the best idea, she ignored it. She was powerless to do otherwise; her body reacted to him before she even had time to consider her actions. All rational thought was swept away by the need to be closer to him, to have him possess her; fulfill her in a way only he could. Her hands tightened around his neck as she returned his kiss, her tongue dancing with his own, her breasts rubbing against his chest in obvious invitation. One kiss and she was wet and aching for him. It had never been like this with any of the lovers in her past. She had been with a few guys, most inexperienced but there had been one who had been amazing. And he had nothing on Carnage as far as she was concerned.
            Carnage broke the kiss because they wanted to escape from the library, to take her to their lair and worship her for hours as she deserved, not fuck her on the floor of a stairwell. But when she gave a small moan of protest, they nearly changed their minds. Resisting the urge to kiss her again was certainly one of the most difficult things they had ever done, but they fought off the desire to do so as they quickly made their way to the roof of the library. And that was when Laila ruined their good intentions. She had been lying in his arms, not even trying to escape, completely in thrall to her attraction to the unusual male and her body’s hot and instantaneous reaction to him, when one of his tentacles absently caressed the curve of her thigh. Laila instantly arched up in reaction, gasping, “Oh yes, please touch me.”
            And Carnage did exactly as she asked, unable and unwilling to resist.
            They set her down on her feet, deliberately sliding her down the length of their body, hissing in pleasure as she slipped over their obvious erection. Her hands circled their waist and slid up their back, her nails lightly piercing their flesh, sending shivers of need through them. Carnage dropped to their knees so they were no longer towering over her, their hands moving up to cup her breasts, their claws retracting so they could roll her nipples between their fingertips. She moaned and arched her breasts into their hands and they gave a growl of their own as they pressed their face against her abdomen. They could smell her pussy, hot and wet, just beneath their chin, instantly recognizing the scent from the panties they had confiscated. They impatiently tore her shirt away, yanking her bra off in the process, so her breasts were bared to their hungry gaze for a split instant before their mouth closed over one erect peak. They suckled her deep into their mouth, her sighs washing over them, the most potent aphrodisiac they had ever experienced.
            Laila was rapidly growing too weak in the knees to stand as he sucked on her nipple; she leaned her weight against him and gloried in the fire that swept through her. Her response to him was savage and she rubbed her body against him almost violently as sheer sensation ripped through her again and again. “Please, I need you to touch me,” she whispered, arching her hips into his torso.
            His free hand slid down to comply with her wishes, unzipping her pants before pushing them down her hips along with her panties and delicately pressing quivering fingers against her clit as he continued to caress her breasts with his mouth and hand. Laila thought she might die from the exquisite sensations, writhing against his fingers, but still it wasn’t enough. “Give me more,” she breathlessly demanded, aggressively pushing her hips against his hand.
            Without thinking, Carnage slid one long, slender tentacle into her beckoning depths, groaning at the way she clenched around it. Their fingers continued to apply pressure to her clit while their tongue teasingly circled her nipple, and the combination of stimulants drove Laila wild with desire. Carnage was reeling from her response, they thrust the tentacle into her with increasing force, curling it inside of her, stroking every inch they could reach, manipulating her in ways no one else ever could. Her walls tightened around the appendage as it slipped in and out in a graceful, relentless rhythm. Her hips began to rock against it, faster and harder. Her knees finally gave out and she dropped down, forcing them to release her nipple from their mouth. She didn’t seem to care, roughly hauling their face to hers and kissing them with breath taking passion. She whimpered and writhed against them, drawing their body down until they were seated on their heels, her legs wrapped around their waist. Her scalding pussy was now directly in contact with their aching dick and they took shameless advantage of this, rubbing against her delicious heat, shuddering at the feel of her both inside and out as she gracefully moved on their lap. Laila came without warning, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure tore through her. As she began to spasm around their tentacle, Carnage ground their cock against her, her cries of delight sending them over the edge with her. The orgasm hit them with blinding intensity, racking their entire body as they sent semen spraying across her stomach, sensation rocketing from their cock up their spine and throughout their body as the tension within them snapped. They collapsed to one side, not wanting to crush her, dazed by their elemental reaction to her.
            Laila lay gasping in bewilderment, staring at Carnage in the aftermath of her release. Whatever it was he wanted with her, it was safe to say he desired her as well. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a danger to her though. She slowly pulled the tatters of her clothes over her chest, staring at him, trying to understand what had happened. She had never behaved so wantonly in her life.
Carnage lay there staring at her with huge, alien eyes, their expression unreadable as they watched her rise on unsteady feet. They wanted her again, now, and as many times as they could have her, in as many ways as she would allow.
Laila had no idea what Carnage was thinking, she was too busy sorting through the confused corridors of her own mind.
            Before either of them could speak, a blur of red swept into view as Spiderman swooped down to scoop Laila up into his arms.
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