A/N: There aren't enough gender-fluid Ven fics so I had to do one. Possibly some smut later bc I'm a fiend.

Venom/Eddie, femVen, gender-fluid venom, he/she pronouns, kissing, boners, rated m for nuances really, shameless symbiote tiddies bc hot, it's been so long since I seen tiddies other than my own, now I'm just rambling, this isn't AoA, I'm lost

If Eddie has learned anything during his time with an alien lifeform it's that they are increasingly needy. All hours of the day and night Venom whispers to him. Hungry, bored, begging for attention. Incessant.

Take now for instance. Eddie is at his desk typing, working. And there's Venom tracing a lazy trail down his temple with his sopping wet tongue.

"Could you stop licking me for like five minutes, dude?" Venom ignores him, lathing the curve of his jaw and the hollow of his neck. It had been weird at first, Eddie hadn't expected the Klyntar to be so affectionate. Even though they are always connected Venom can't seem to help himself. At home he manifests himself, sometimes just a head or hands, sometimes a full upper body, sometimes his entire being, tendrils ghosting between them, the constant connection. In public he tries to be calmer, reign himself in, but there's always a tendril wrapped around his hosts arm or thigh under his clothes. On particularly needy days his entire torso is criss crossed by blackness. Eddie sighs pushing Venoms head away gently. "Seriously. I need to finish this today."

Bored, Eddie. Work is boring.

"It's work man, I dunno what to tell ya." Venom snorts and nuzzles the underside of Eddie's chin.

Work is different on this planet. Before it was bind, conquer, feed. Now we work.

Eddie tries not to think too hard about that. Venom's past is still uncharted territory. He knows there have been others, of course there had been, Venom is ancient by human standards. It still makes him uncomfortable and maybe a little jealous. Knowing that his other had been so intimate with others makes his belly hot.

None of them were you.

Venom presses against their internal barrier, urging Eddie to let him share something. Eddie growls, much to his counterparts delight, and pushes away from the desk. Boundaries had been a struggle. In the beginning Venom passed between their conscious unbidden, sifting through memories and knowledge, dissecting Eddie from the inside. It had left him panicky and paranoid. The alien, while naive to humanity, understood this and they had reached an agreement about asking permission. Though neither could help how much they felt one another. Small victories, right?

Eddie drops into the couch, cushions deflating under his weight. Venom is all around him the moment they're seated. Head rising from Eddie's chest, opalescent eyes watching him, tendrils of heat coil about his arms and chest like a hug. It's comforting in their own odd way.

Show me.

And Venom does. Six hundred thousand years of existence, countless worlds and hosts, each more abstract than the last. As the memories pass through him an understanding settles like a rock in his stomach. He starts to voice it, feels like it needs to be said, but there's so many connotations he doesn't understand.

We have no secrets. Venom chimes helpfully, urging him to speak.

"You've never been bonded before." Venoms head bobs before him, inky black coalescing to form a neck, shoulders, torso, arms. He knows Eddie likes this, the physicality sating some primal need to have another body near his. Venom is more than happy to oblige.

"We share many firsts, Eddie." The alien cups Eddie's face, unblinking eyes staring into his others. Eddie shifts, the gaze is always a little unnerving. His hands are nervous, hesitant as they settle on Venoms forearms. He isn't used to touching the symbiote like this, feeling him solid beneath his hands. It isn't bad, just different.

"Why?" He doesn't mean to whisper, doesn't mean to make the moment more intimate, but it happens regardless.

"They weren't perfect." Hot breath ghosts over Eddie's face and he hopes the other doesn't notice him shiver though he knows he does. He notices everything about his host. Including how the word perfect makes his heart do somersaults.

Another memory, this one shared between them. The forest outside the Life Foundation. The sight of Venom on Anne, curves and muscle and woah. Then the kiss, intense to ends Eddie still can't process.

"You liked me like that. Like Anne." Venom pulls back, clawed fingers sliding across Eddie's shoulders.

Oh no, no, no, no.

"I...uhm…well see...that was…" Eddie sputters. He tries to say it was Anne, but they both know it's a lie as soon as the thought crosses his mind. He lays a hand over his eyes and sighs instead. "Geez dude. I don't know how to talk about this."

"You overcomplicate things." Eddie's head shoots up at the change in his others voice. Light, musical, feminine. Weight shifts as Venom manifests a full, very female body in Eddies lap. The human can't help himself, eyes roaming across Venoms cleavage and waist. It's been a long time since he's been this close to a woman and his body knows it.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Venom leans closer, breasts pressing against Eddie's chest suggestively and his hands grab her hips in reflex. "Vee...I...this." He tries really really hard not to grind upwards, Lord knows he wants to, but it just doesn't feel right. It's too soon, this is too new.

"Shhh...Eddie. It's just a kiss." Venom closes the distance, pressing their faces together softly. Its different this time, calmer, slower. Venom's tongue traces his lips. When he opens up to her she takes her time exploring him, holding his face between her hands while tendrils curl about his limbs tightly.

Right, just a kiss.

They both know it's a lie as a soon as the thought crosses his mind, but they ignore it tonight. Tonight it's just them and this kiss.

A/N: FemVen woke my inner deviant. Shout out to to whoever decided we needed that scene. Also, where I can I get my own symbiote? I need it. Leave a review and let me know I'm relevant!