Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Liv limped over to the breakfast table with aching muscles that hadn’t been used in a very long time. Last night Peter had fulfilled every whim and desire she had but even with a Symbiote, he was still rough. While she loved every second of it, she was feeling it.

Felicia was already sitting at the table. Gwen had been restless in the night. She had been dosed and was asleep but she tossed and turned as she suffered through her Enhancement. Felicia had napped on the couch, in case she was needed but had woken and couldn't sleep. The attack and Gwen's injuries were playing on her mind. Harry was more dangerous than they thought, and one of them had been hurt because of it.

“That's a walk of shame if ever I saw one,” she joked as Liv sat across from her, making herself a cup of coffee.

“Peter,“ Liv paused with a small grin.

“Pete’s an ass man. Second time and oh, there's a finger in my ass, and then third time he rubbed it enough I got the hint. So, yeah, I get it.”

Liv sipped her coffee and frowned, “well, now I understand the large bags of sugar in the pantry.” she said as she stirred in four heaped spoons. “And I have no problem with Peter being an anything man.”

Felicia shrugged, “He’s shy but get him in bed and yeah. So, good night?”

“You really want to know?” Liv asked.

Felicia shrugged, “Sure. We talk. No secrets right.”

“Fine.” Liv began, “Peter did my ass twice, my pussy twice, my mouth twice and covered my face, tits and pussy in as much cum as I wanted. We used a vibrator on my pussy while he filled my behind and then spanked me until he came inside me.” She said smugly, taking a sip of coffee.

“Uh, what? That's like seven times?” Felicia asked, actually shocked at just how much stamina they both had.

“Eight and yes, but he did get tired.” Liv smiled and sighed happily, “Eventually.”

Felicia sighed as well and slumped back, “damn. I think we need to up our game. He never said.”

“Maybe he felt you all got what you wanted. He never said to me either, well, until he ravaged me.” Liv admitted,

Ha Ha, we are not amused. We took the name as we are a killer of their kind.

And yet you were just as willing as I was.

Do you think that we can communicate with the others? I know I am not one of them, but I would still like to meet them.

Will you hurt them if we touch?

No, I am more unsure if they would want me. I am their nemesis. I was born to kill them.

Liv sighed, “Ravage is.” Liv straightened up, “Ravage is unsure if she is welcome.”

Felicia shrugged, “Huntress is willing to talk, but should we risk it? I mean, if she attacks, even without thinking Huntress would probably kill you.”

Liv was taken aback, “me? Not Ravage?”

“Your her host, so yeah, you. No host, no Symbiote. Sure it's mutual destruction but sometimes, that's just how it works. Choke the bastard trying to eat you kinda thing.”

Liv raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“So, you and Gwen?” Felicia asked. She didn’t mind silence, but this was stupid

“I’m sorry?” Liv asked at the abrupt change of subject.

“Harry. Gwen saved you and let him take her. So, you and Gwen?”

Liv laughed, and shook her head, “Gwen let them take her so Harry didn’t just kill me. Nobody really knows I’m here.”

Peter stretched as he walked from his home. “You know he’ll be back right?”

Felicia nodded, “Oh yeah, and we need to start making plans. There will be no hostages the next time.”

Peter smiled, planted a kiss on Liv's cheek and moved around to Felicia’s side, kissing her as well. “I know. Someone here all the time, escorts to and from work for Gwen and MJ, and fixing the Goblin armour.”

Liv scowled and pursed her lips, “Peter, we need an armoury to fix the armour. I can fabricate a harness, but not the composite plates for an armoured suit. Unless you’d like to cosplay as Iron Man, the armour is wrecked.”

Peter paused for a moment, and Felicia caught the smallest twitch of a grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Pete, if I come home and that thing is red and gold and is missing its dick plate I am going to hurt you.”

Liv shook as she laughed while Peter could only grin and shake his head. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Felicia rolled her eyes, “Sure Pete. Sure.” Peter was sometimes a little too into Iron Man. The ‘catch the villainess’ roleplay was fun, but not in a suit of armour.

Peter laughed, changing the subject. “Food?” It was close enough to breakfast he could make something a bit more time-consuming.

With Poison helping, they expected Gwen to rise as soon as she smelt food. MJ’s final few shifts at the diner were all early starts, so she would be up and getting ready for work soon enough.

Liv poured herself more coffee, “Make sure you add lots of protein for Gwen, “ She caught Peters smirk. “I’m surprised you have any left.”

Peter laughed as he took eggs and ground beef from the fridge. Onions, potatoes, and peppers followed along with tortillas. Today seemed like a good day to have a filling Mexican breakfast.

He was right. As soon as the beef started to fry with the onions and spices, Gwen sniffed as she limped across the warehouse. She hadn’t bothered to change and was still in the thin nightshirt Felicia had pulled over her. MJ had a little more self-control and had showered and dressed before she appeared.

Gwen growled and Felicia laughed and sat a cup in front of her, pouring coffee for her. “Yeah, two days for me. It’s a bitch isn’t it.”

Gwen grunted in response, “m fine,” she uttered between sips, “hungover.”

“If it's like me, a day and you should be okay. I slept and then ate and that was it.” Peter said with a smile as he made sure the meat was cooked and added in the eggs and peppers.

“Yeah yeah, Mr Tough Guy, we get it. You’re a big badass.” Felicia teased him. She had been really sick, but she didn’t have a Symbiote to help heal the damage.

Liv had moved over and was ignoring Gwen's whines of disapproval as she took her pulse. Gwen groaned as she then shone a small pen light into each eye in turn. “You’re fine dear. Food and another sleep and you’ll be healed.”

Gwen grunted at her but then frowned, “you?”

“While not you’re usual level of eloquence, I am fine. Ravage began to heal my spine and with,“ Liv paused to grin. “With a fresh transfusion from Peter, my injuries are almost gone.”

Felicia snorted, “Yeah, eight times. We need to talk about that Pete.”

Peter was getting plates onto the table, ready to serve, but he shrugged, “Why, anyone really upset?”

Gwen frowned again, scrunching her face up, “eight? Eight what?”

“Pete nailed Liv eight times last night,” Felicia said with a smirk, hidden by her cup.

Gwen coughed and spluttered, “Eight?”

Peter shrugged, “and? I really don’t see the issue.”

“No, that's not right Pete. I mean, I thought we were good enough, that it was enough, but it’s not is it? Once isn't enough for you,” and Peter shook his head, “Shit, see? Are you cheating? Am I not enough?”

Poison calm down! Gwen shouted but it was no use.

No, mine mine mine!

Her own feelings of inadequacy plus the jealousy that Liv was too much, and Poison was fuelling her anger.

She hated knowing that she couldn't satisfy him. With Felicia now dating Elektra, she felt that she was in danger of losing the two people she cared most for.

Gwen sat with her eyes closed, huffing and trying to keep calm, and a cold hand on her arm made her flinch.

"Gwen, it's fine. Do you know how sexy you are, whining and whimpering as we have sex? How I could do that all day, but not if it hurts. You spend time with Felicia, and sure I want to watch, but that's your time."

She snorted. It still angered her. He is mine! I took him first, we let him sleep with the others. Nobody had claim on him. Nobody!

“But you've got the wrong idea, Gwen. There's four of you, so once is enough, I've been with each of you in one night before, so I figured it was okay,” Peter said.

“Is it though? You had sex with that Shield agent, and now this?” She shrank back, holding her cup in front of her, “are we not good enough?”

“Gwen, it’s okay. We all have high sex drives because of the Symbiotes. So yes, it’s fine, you are more than enough. I don’t eat six tubs of ice cream when I get the urge do I?” Peter said. “But I also know that’s Poison and your injury talking. We’ll talk about this again, once you’re better.”

Gwen huffed. She could feel the anger and rage building in her chest, but the smell and thought of food were a bigger draw. Felicia also laughed and opened the drawer in front of her. She slid out a small packet, tore it open and handed Gwen one from it. Gwen raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, hand them over. One? You think one is enough.” She did have a small smile, “I want at least eight.” Felicia laughed, carefully counted out eight and handed them to Gwen. She raised an eyebrow, but still took them, curling up in her chair and eating them one at a time.

“So, no breakfast then?” Peter said as he brought over the pan and the packet of tortillas.

Gwen, with a whole cookie in her mouth, glared at him, “Feed me or else.” She tried to look menacing, but with puffed-out cheeks full of cookies, she failed. She looked eagerly at Peter as he lay two tortillas down on her plate and filled it with egg mixture. She giddily added salsa and guacamole to hers before folding it into a giant burrito. “Fhank ooo,” she said with a full mouth.

“Well, now the beast is tamed, What about Harry?” Felicia asked as he helped himself to breakfast.

“He can get his own breakfast,“ Peter said with a small smile before he sat down and helped himself. “But, we need to list what we can and can’t do.”

Felicia nodded, “Work on the formula, fix anyone who needs it, Curt included. See if we can up the defences of this place.”

Peter raised an eyebrow at her, “You know this is a warehouse right, not a fortress. With those blue guns, nothing we do is going to last long.”

Felicia sighed and nodded, “Then we make sure they pay for every second they try. What about Shield?”

Peter prodded a large piece of egg with his fork, “If we invite Shield in, then that's it. No secrets. We’d have to explain Liv, the armour, the Formula, and the Symbiotes.” He speared it, “Not worth it. Consultant yes, government agent, no.” before he ate it.

“Then the Cats? If we have a working formula we can always make some muscle?” Felicia suggested.

“Anyone you trust and won't go crazy, sure. We don’t need another Norman running around. One Goblin was enough.”

Liv set down her fork, “We also have the Banner formula. If we can get that right, then we could have a Hulk on our side.”

Peter frowned, “Like the new Hulks or the old one? Cause that sounds like a great idea on paper but we could end up with a bigger problem than Harry.”

Liv shrugged, “I have no idea,” Her eyes darted to another packet of tortillas and Peter laughed.

“Help yourself, the Symbiotes are gluttons.”

She grinned as she opened another packet and began to fill a tortilla with egg. “I think the newer formula is more stable, but you are right. It might depend on the person. We have five Enhanced, and three are fine and two are well, not fine.”

Peter leaned back in his chair and took a breath. He sighed, “Everything is a maybe, and that's if Harry gives us time to actually put anything into motion.”

Felicia huffed out a sigh, “So, we’re on our own?”

Peter nodded and finished his eggs, “No. We have each other.”

There was silence at the breakfast table before Felicia spoke up.

“That was fucking lame Pete.”