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Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite 6 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-06-23 20:01:00 +0000 UTCFor the last couple of weeks, Eli has been away on a mission for the school. The apartment has been pretty bare and lonely, even with Spite around, I’ve missed having Eli to talk to. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him when he was gone, I mean, I knew I would, but this felt different than what I expected.
Eli and I had become close, even if we had a rocky start when I moved in. Back then, I was still getting used to Spite and Eli was still quite new to the world. He had never had a roommate before. Eli had been rescued from a lab as part of Project Chimera by Dr. Hargreaves and his associates. Eli was the most successful of the project, intended to become a specialized weapon against Hephaestus and the entire academy. Although, it was later learned that Eli was quite docile but highly intelligent, so Eli played along as a vicious hunter just to survive in the lab.
Another thing about Eli that I could relate to was that he had a heightened libido, something he struggled with regularly. Thanks to Spite I had a rather strong one myself, so Eli and I were able to bond a little bit over that. We got closer as time went on, and now, I would consider him my best friend.
“Is someone feeling sentimental this morning?” Spite whispers.
I sigh and roll over in bed as Spite spreads out across my back and shoulders. I’ve been taking some training courses at the school, and weightlifting yesterday has made me sore all over, so Spite has been massaging me.
“Maybe a little,” I pout.
Spite chuckles, expanding himself to take hold of my hand. He then presses out palm against my chest. “You’ve been awfully pitiful since the pretty boy left.” His tongue flickers at the back of my ear. “It’s almost cute.”
I turn, looking at Spite as his head hovers over me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I know all your secrets, Maxy.” Spite lowers down, licking his long tongue across my lips while he continues to spread himself like melting butter over my whole body. “But you can still share.”
“Eli is my first, like, real friend outside of Jack,” I confess. Spite is taking his time as he becomes my skin. “I mean, I’ve had friends but this is...different. You know?”
“You know I don’t have any friends,” Spite titters jokingly.
I smile and relax, feeling Spite come up to my neck. “He’s my best friend, and it feels empty without him here.” We take in a breath as Spite fits over me. Our hands stroke down our body and Spite gives me an extra squeeze around the chest.
Spite moans as our fingers coil around the base of our cock. “I’ll admit, I have a fondness for the pretty boy too. I also don’t like seeing you so mopey.”
I grunt as Spite’s tendrils make a swirl around our cock. We pump slowly, taking our luxurious time for once. “I’ve been trying to learn to cook, but his cooking is still the best.”
“I like his coffee,” Spite giggles. “He knows just how to make it for me.”
The door slams and we sit up in a hurry. “Eli?” I call out. There’s no answer. I quickly throw on a pair of shorts as Spite turns into a hoodie. I go out into the living area where I see Eli slouched down on the sofa. His bag is tossed to the side and his shoes have been kicked off as he walked.
“Hey! I didn’t know you’d be home today!” I say excitedly. “How was the mission, are you-” I stop cold in my tracks when I see Eli is bent over and crying. He’s sobbing into his hands, balled up in such a way he seems so small.
I slowly sit down beside him and place my hand on his back. “Are you okay?” I ask gently.
Eli sniffles and blubbers for a minute. He shakes his head then quickly turns and wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my shoulder. I hold him back, rubbing my arms up and down his back gently.
“It’s okay,” I whisper to him. “Take your time.”
“What’s the matter pretty boy?” Spite titters. He licks Eli’s cheek where the tears fall. “Did you lose your eyelash curler.”
Eli swats and splats Spite’s cheek against my shoulder. “Idiot,” he huffs. Sitting erect he wipes his face and rubs his eyes. “Tough mission was all,” he sniffles.
I furrow my brow. “What happened?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be anything.” Eli leans back against the sofa. “Just some recon to make sure some intel panned out.” He takes a shuddering breath. “We got ambushed when we got there and were captured.” His expression shifts. It becomes dark and heavy, I’d never seen such a look on him before.
“Dr. Hargreaves was there,” he whispers faintly.
“Oh,” I gasp. I take Eli’s hand in mine. I don’t know what I can say in that moment to comfort him. I just hold his hand, gently squeezing while I watch my friend wrestling with the thought of this man who has hurt and controlled him for so long.
Eli looks up at me, his face so pitiful I don’t know what to do except hold him. I wrap him up in my arms again, embracing him tightly while he melts. Spite even coils himself around Eli, pressing to his back and resting his head in his hair.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Eli whimpers. His hands cling to the back of my shirt. “I didn’t think I’d feel safe again, but when I saw you-” He chuckles softly. “When we were held captive, I kept thinking about being at home, what I‘d make you for dinner when I got back. What shit Spite had gotten into while I was away.” He sniffles and buries his face into my shoulder. “Somedays that was all that kept me from losing my mind.”
“I’m so sorry.” I hug him tight. “You should rest, I can make dinner tonight if you feel like eating. Or I can order takeout if you don’t want to take the risk.”
Eli laughs, sitting up and beaming at me. “Have you been practicing still?”
I nod shyly. “Some nights I was so bored I would watch youtube tutorials and try to cook from there.” I return his smile.
Eli rests his forehead on my shoulder again. “Thanks for this,” he whispers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop being a baby.” His hands rub up my back then he clutches my arms. “Max,” he gasps softly in alarm.
“What?” I look down at him.
His eyes flick up to me while he takes on an awed expression. “You’ve really been working out, haven’t you?”
“Wanna see?” Spite teases, peeling away from me so my chest and arms are exposed to Eli.
Eli smirks, his tongue caught between his teeth. “You were such a scrawny little stick when you first came here!” His hands rub down my arms. “Now look at you!”
“You should see his ass!” Spite says in elation.
“Really?” Eli grins up to him.
“No!” I huff. “Spite, stop trying to tease me!”
Spite puts a tendril over my mouth. “It was always pretty cute, but with all his training and the workouts he does, it’s a pretty juicy peach.”
Eli looks at me with a massive grin still plastered on his face. “I’ve noticed his jeans fit much better.”
I pull down Spite’s tendril from around my mouth. “Okay you two! That’s enough.”
“I got him laughing, be grateful,” Spite hisses. He forms himself into a hoodie again, but this time it’s a cropped hoodie.
Eli titters, then smiles apologetically at me. “It did help, thanks asshole.”
Spite salutes. “Anytime, pretty boy.”
I scoff and lay my hand over my now exposed stomach. “Well, at least you’re smiling. Can’t get mad at the results.”
Eli sighs, relaxing a bit. “I’m glad to be home.”
I settle down right beside him. “So what happened?” I ask. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Eli rests his head on my shoulder. “We got out, of course,” he sighs. “But I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to be at home for a bit.” He curls himself into my side and his tail wraps around my waist. “I need my friend.”
I put my arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s fine, Eli. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Eli smiles softly. “You’re warm, it feels nice.”
“You’re quite cuddly yourself,” I chuckle.
“Oh my god, just kiss and get it over with,” Spite scoffs.
We both turn and give him a harsh glare as he hovers over my shoulder. He returns that with an agape look.
“What?” He sneers.
Eli rolls his eyes then rests his head back down my chest. “I should probably call Urata,” he murmurs. “It’s been a while so-” He then scowls.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He huffs. “It’s silly.” He lays his palm on my bare stomach. “I just...I don’t know. I know what my body needs, but I don’t want to leave home tonight. I don’t want to leave you again.”
“I see.” My face feels hot and it’s starting to pool in my chest. “Well, uhm, then what should we-”
Eli sits up and away from me, although his tail stays curled around my waist. “I’m sorry. I worded that weird. I should just call Urata.”
As he tries to get up, Spite wraps himself around Eli’s wrist and keeps him on the sofa. “Stay, pretty boy,” he giggles. “Max isn’t against it, he’s just shy.”
Eli looks into my eyes and a wave of embarrassment and joy washes over me. We both look aside at the same time then back at one another with the same goofy, shy smiles.
“You’re my best friend,” Eli whispers. “I don’t want to ruin that.”
“You’re mine too.” I take his hand in mine again. “I want to take care of you too and make you smile.”
Eli moves in close. “Maybe we could just fool around a little? And if anything feels weird we can just stop.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, we can just go slow. You know?” I laugh nervously. I place one hand on Eli’s waist, the other on his cheek as he grows even closer.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Eli says suddenly. “Is that okay?”
I nod and close my eyes. Eli’s lips press against mine and lightning shoots down my spine. Eli’s clawed hands paw up my chest and his lips part, letting my tongue inside his mouth.
Spite giggles into my ear as he tightens around my arms. “Where the fuck is our phone?” He then hisses.
Eli breaks away first, his lips glossy from the kiss and his eyes are dilated like a kitten’s. We both hold our breath for the boom, the mic drop.
I nod my head silently as sit up. “That was my first kiss,” I confess.
Eli furrows his brow. “What?”
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my head sheepishly. “I mean...it’s hard to explain. Everything with Spite, it’s us as one, it’s not like I’m with someone else. It’s not like a separate entity is there it’s-” I grimace as Eli’s expression goes slack. “I’m still kind of a virgin,” I grumble.
Eli kisses me again, this time tender and soft. I touch his cheek and he places himself in my lap. He straddles my thighs as the kiss grows. He kisses my cheek, then my ear. He combs his sharp fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.
“I need that phone!” Spite squeals.
I catch my breath as our lips part. Eli’s smiles warmly at me and cups my cheeks between his palms. “Is it okay if I try something?”
I gulp and nod. “I trust you,” my voice quivers with nerves and excitement.
Eli lays me back on the sofa. “Okay, but I have a favor I want in return.”
“Sure. What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Make me dinner.” Eli, with some help from Spite, takes off my shorts. He tosses them aside, then kneels down between my thighs. Spite curls around my legs and lower back, squeezing and lifting my legs into the air for me.
Eli kisses my chest, his black tongue flickers over my nipples before he moves down. Soft lips graze my belly while his fingers stroke down my inner thigh. I whimper in pleasure, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
“My, my,” Eli purrs. “You’re certainly a grower.” His fingers curl around my shaft. “Your cock is very nice, Max.”
I whimper, peeking open my eye to look down at him. He kisses the tip of my cock, black tongue swirls around before he laps down the side.
Spite titters excitedly. “Be careful, he has a rather powerful shot.”
Eli smirks, sucking his mouth over the tip. He moans as he moves his mouth down further. My cock vanishes between his lips and I lose my breath. His mouth is soft, slick and warm and the vibrations of his moans trail up my spine.
I reach down, running my fingers through his hair as I cup the back of his head. He looks up at me, eyes filled with pleasure and warmth. I move my hips, thrusting down his throat. He nods, pressing his palms against my thighs as I keep moving. Spite wheezes with excitement, tightening more around my ass.
It happens so suddenly, the spike of heat and release that causes my back to arch off the sofa. Eli moans happily, taking every drop I spill down his throat and on his tongue. I flop back, gasping for breath as I watch Eli continue to bob his head between my thighs. He pulls up, tongue curled around the tip.
Eli looks beyond elated, he looks smug and satisfied. He lips his lips and lays himself upon my chest, snuggling up to my naked body.
“How was it?” He giggles. He sits up and grins at me.
I nod, completely breathless and wordless.
Eli kisses me. “I don’t get to do that with Urata, you know,” he giggles. “It felt so good when you started moving.” He ruts his cock against my thigh. “So warm and hard.”
“You’re really good,” I pant. “Eli-” I reach down, taking his cock into my palm. “Let me touch you too.”
“I’ll come!” Eli whines. “Max-” he sounds so pitiful and sweet.
“Kiss me,” I moan. He lifts his head and I part my lips for him. His tongue presses against mine and he moans loudly. He continues to grind against my thigh, pressing his tip into my palm. His claws at my chest, whining until he releases. His come smears in my palm and spurts along my leg and groin. He lies limp upon me and starts to giggle.
“He tickles.” He rolls onto his side where we can see Spite lapping up his cum. Eli then smiles up shyly at me. “Is it still okay?”
I nod. “I’ve not felt this good in a long time. I mean, I love everything Spite and I share, but this was...it’s hard to compare. They’re not the same.”
Eli kisses my cheek. “I’m glad he shared you with me. Maybe we can do it again after dinner. You know? Fool around a little?”
Spite snakes his way up my body. “I’ll have the phone ready so I can relive it whenever I want.” He kisses Eli’s cheek. “Anyone who makes Max even sexier is good in my book.”
Eli rests his head on my chest. “Will you join us?”
Spite giggles. “Maybe, but only once Max pops his cherry.”
I swat Spite back and smash him to the back of the couch. “Anyways, what did you want for dinner?”
“What have you been practicing?” Eli asks.
I sit up and Spite becomes a hoodie on me again. “How about I make it a surprise?”
Eli rises and helps me to stand up, although my legs are still quite jelly-fied. “That’s fine with me.” He kisses me again, soft and loving. “Let’s take a shower before you start to cook.” He leads me to the bathroom and both of us step into the shower.
“Spite was right.” Eli gropes my ass playfully. “Look at this peach.” He uses both hands to play with me.
“Hey!” I pout. “I’m a human being.”
Eli kisses my shoulder. “A very cute one.” His hands continue to squeeze and play with my ass. “Sorry! It feels nice.”
I turn around and push him against the wall. His eyes light up and his smile becomes excited. “I like that!”
I smirk and kiss him, pressing close to his bare chest. How long have I wanted to do this? How long have I needed it? As much as I love Spite and being with him, this feeling of being touched and held by someone who is seperate from me is so fulfilling, especially since it’s Eli.
“Silly virgin,” Eli teases.
I bite his ear and he moans erotically. “If we keep this up I’m not going to be able to stand up to make dinner.”
“He has a lot of porn videos that take place in the kitchen. It’s a trap I say!” Spite cackles happily.
Eli sticks his tongue out at him.
“Step Brothers fool around while their parents’ backs are turned, that sort of thing,” Spite continues.
I kiss Eli again. “Should we fool around in the kitchen too?”
Eli presses his finger between our lips. “Once you make me dinner. You promised.”
“I know,” I chuckle. “This just feels so good. I can’t stop myself.”
“Me too,” Eli says sweetly. He brushes his fingers over my cheek and sighs. “I feel safe with you, I feel warm and comfortable. I don’t have to put on any sort of show with you.”
“What about Urata?” I ask out of concern.
“Him too, but he’s not my best friend.” Eli smiles at me. “It’s different. You know? Like with you and Spite.”
“I get it.” I kiss his cheek. “Let’s actually shower and I’ll start dinner once I dry off.”
“Skip food,” Spite teases. “Didn’t Max already give you a meal?” He tongue darts over Eli’s cheek.
“I mean-” Eli starts to laugh.
“I have plans Spite,” I scold him.
“Just trying to have fun is all.” Spite stretches down my back. “I’m excited, same as you.”
After the shower we get dressed and I go to the kitchen to start dinner. To keep the surprise, Eli goes to his room to unpack and do a few chores.
“Is this weird?” I ask Spite as I chop up some veggies. “I mean, are you really okay with me and Eli like this?”
Spite nuzzles up to my cheek. “I like whatever you like,” he replies. “Feeling you come in his mouth was electric,” he hisses. “The way your hips moved was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue down my throat.
“Are you sure?” I moan.
“Yes,” he huffs. “I think this will be good for you. For us even.”
“I just want to make sure,” I whisper to him. “I love you and I wouldn’t want to do anything that could hurt us.”
“That’s sweet.” Spite squeezes himself tight around me. “We are a perfect unity, together we are a perfect sync. We have both wanted this, and it’s about time we had it.”
“I need you,” I agree. “But I think I also need Eli.”
“We do,” Spite whispers. “He’s our family.”
After I’ve made dinner I call Eli to the dining room. He struts out in a skintight shirt and sweatpants. I don’t know if it’s me or the hormones flying between us, but the casual and comfortable attire is surprisingly sexy on him.
“Ramen?” Eli says with a smirk. “This is a surprise. I was expecting grilled cheese.” He sits down at the table and admires the bowl. I had it plated very nicely, for me at least. I had the egg with green onions around it, chunks of pork, peppers, and mushrooms. I watch excitedly as Eli takes the first bite.
“I did the broth myself,” I say nervously. “And I’ve really love the eggs so I make them ahead of time.”
“It’s good!” Eli gasps.. He eats the egg whole. “Really good!”
I smile brightly. “Really?”
Eli’s bright expression makes my heart throb. “How long have you been trying to perfect this?”
“A while,” I admit. “I’ve been wanting to learn to cook so you didn’t always have to.”
“I like cooking for you, that’s why I do it.” His foot brushes up my leg under the table. “But it’ll be fun to take turns.”
I haven’t taken the first bite since I was so nervous. I start to eat and eventually the table goes silent. Spite steals bites from both of our bowls and happily wiggles across the table.
“I was thinking,” Eli murmurs. “After dinner, why don’t we go into my room and watch a movie or something?”
“That sounds nice.” My face grows warm again.
Eli chews on a rather big bite then smiles at me. “I changed my sheets so my bed is clean and cozy.”
“He wants to fuck,” Spite laughs in my ear.
I sputter and nearly choke on my food.
Eli shrugs. “He’s not wrong. I’ll wash dishes since you cooked. You can go get comfortable.” Eli cleans the table off and takes the empty bowls to the sink.
Spite and I go into his bedroom, which looks perfectly clean and immaculate. His bed is made and the pillows look fluffy and puffed up. His comforter is soft gray with mint green stripes. I sit down on the edge of the bed to wait for him.
“That’s how you’re going to entice him?” Spite asks. “Sitting like a lump?” He moves me, making me lay back onto the bed. He pushes down my pants a little then opens up along my chest.
“This is ridiculous,” I huff in embarrassment.
Spite kisses my cheek. “You look hot, shush.”
Eli comes into his room and leans in the doorway. He then takes out his phone and snaps a picture. I sit up in a hurry. “Hey!”
Eli winks and smirks down at his phone. “That’s going in the spank bank.” He comes over to me and kisses me, laying me back down on his bed. “Thank you for dinner. I loved it.”
I return his kisses, rolling him over so I’m on top.
“What movie are we watching?” Spite teases.
Eli and I both laugh and I move to allow Eli up. He turns on his TV then selects an app. “I’m trying to catch up on The Ruby Empire, and I know you’re up to date.”
“Amit is hot!” Spite titters.
Eli curls up in the nook of my arms, resting his head on my chest. “He is.” His hands pets up and down my chest. “So who is the fan then? You or Max?”
“Both of us,” I agree. “But I got Spite to read the books when I wanted to sleep. So when the show came on we were both excited about it.”
Eli sighs and his entire body relaxes. “This is nice,” he murmurs.
I kiss the top of his head. “It is.”
We watch a couple of episodes, but before I know it I’m starting to nod off. Eli’s warm body pressed against mine eases me to sleep so readily. Eli had already fallen asleep before I did. I knew he was exhausted from the mission and probably needed to sleep, so I was happy to be there with him.
I wake up to Eli shifting. He turns off the TV then lays a blanket down over top of us. I hear Spite purring as Eli returns to bed. I lay on my side, pulling Eli’s back to my chest. His tail curls around my leg and he sighs happily.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmurs sleepily.
“It’s okay, I did too. Go back to sleep.”
Eli presses closer to me. “This feels wonderful doesn’t it?”
I nod and nuzzle my nose to the nape of his neck. . “You smell really good.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Eli asks.
“Of course.”
Eli takes in a deep breath and clutches my hands to his chest. “Sometimes I have nightmares, and when I can’t sleep, I would always want to come into your room. But I couldn’t…”
“You could have.”
He shakes his head. “No, I know. But I couldn’t make myself, because I didn’t know what that meant. I knew I needed you, and that scared me. I’ve never had that with someone before. Not even Urata.” He brings up my hand and kisses my palm. “You’re my best friend, but it’s more than that Max. I have nothing in the world. No family, no connections. You’re like my family and I don’t want to scare you away.”
I hold him tighter and even Spite wraps around him. “I feel the same way Eli.”
“So mushy,” Spite chuckles.
“Even you, you asshole.” Eli laughs. “Come here.” He pulls Spite around and places a kiss on him. Spite’s tongue laps over his lips.
Spite sighs. “Yeah, I like you too, pretty boy.”
Eli rolls over, his eyes glow in the dark, as well as parts of his skin, it’s like there is lava flowing through him. I gently touch his face and smooth my thumb over his lips. I then place my hand over his heart.
“Let’s be partners,” Eli suggests. “Like...at the academy. You know? A duo?”
“Be heroes together?” I ask.
Eli nods. “If you wanted. I know you want to focus on your art, but until this threat of Rabid is gone, I can protect you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll protect you too.”
Eli kisses me, pulling me on top of him. Spite spreads over my body, dripping down to melt over Eli’s skin.
“Is now okay?” Eli pants.
I nod, kissing him again as Spite removes my pants. “I want you.”
Eli presses his body close. Spite has taken his pants off as well and his tendrils wrap around our cocks as they grow hard. His shaft has ridges and bumps all over it while the tip is forked. It feels strange but nice as it grinds up against mine. Spite keeps us bound together, his tendrils constrict and coil as we rut together.
“Max,” Eli whimpers. “What’s he doing?”
I look down, seeing Spite is wrapping around Eli like a corset. “Making you look hot.”
Eli licks his lips. “He feels weird.” His eyes then open wide. “Oh my-”
“What?” I ask. I look down, seeing Spite’s tongue swirling around Eli’s ass. Eli’s eyes flutter and he throws himself back against the bed.
“Is this what you have to deal with all the time?” Eli mewls.
„You get used to it.“ I take my phone and snap a picture. “For my spank bank.”
Eli pouts and stretches out his arms. “Come back here.”
I lay back on top of him, kissing his neck and biting his ears. He cries out loud, thrusting his hips as Spite teases him.
“You ready?” Spite then whispers. “Because he is.”
I look down at Eli and suddenly grow very nervous. “Is it okay?”
Eli nods. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He sits up and makes me lay down. He straddles my hips and rubs his rear against me. Spite has coiled himself around both our thighs, looking like ripped tights on Eli.
“I’m a little nervous too,” Eli confesses. He presses his palms to my body. “So let’s take this nice and slow.” He guides me into place, slowly easing himself upon me. He’s tight and warm. I’ve never felt this sensation before, Spite is cool and more wet. I grab hold of his hips and Spite slips over my hands. Our fingers dig into Eli’s thighs as he takes me.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” Eli teases and trembles. He rolls his hips, grinding me in place. He gasps for breath, shuddering then moving. I watch him ride me with grace. His beautiful slender body moves as if dancing upon me. I touch him as much as possible. Spite and I cover every inch of his body with kisses, pets, and affection.
He squeezes around me, making me lose my breath. Spite gropes my rear, moving himself inside me. I cry out, arching my hips and thrusting deep inside Eli. He cries out loudly, coming at the sensation. His release splashes over my stomach and chest and he starts shivering like a leaf.
“Don’t stop,” he whines. “Please!”
I feel Spite crawling up my neck, then covering my face. “You heard him,” he growls. “It’s our turn.” Spite and I move Eli down onto the bed. We take hold of his hips and slip back inside him. We take hold of his tail, grabbing it as the base as we thrust slowly inside him.
“Max...Spite!” Eli mewls. “Harder!”
“Easy now,” we whisper. “Let us have our fun.”
Eli cries into the pillow. “You feel so good!”
“We’re both a virgin when it comes to this,” Spite teases. “You feel so good, Eli.” We stroke our hands down his back and up his sides. We gently pop his rear and Eli laughs excitedly. Pulling his tail, Eli wails in excitement.
We thrust harder into him, pushing deeper, rattling the bed. Eli begs for more and more, harder, faster. Thanks to Spite, we’re able to do that. Our moans soon become one, we cry out, all of us, elated and entranced. The release is indescribable, it consumes not just all of me, but all of Spite as well. He loosens around me, almost as if his strength is receding. I am knocked breathless, especially as I see Eli sprawled out beneath me, beautiful, glowing, and radiant. I fall beside him, breathing hard while Spite becomes a puddle on my back.
Eli’s soft, fading laugh fills my senses and I am soon pulled under into an inky dark sleep.
I hear laughter again as I start to wake. The room is bright and slightly blinding, so when I see Eli sitting above me I don’t fully take in what’s happening. I look up and see Spite above me. No, not Spite, someone else.
“How do we look?” Eli asks, posing with Spite upon him. The two have become one. Spite and Eli together look sleek and polished, almost like a cat with much more severe angles. His mouth is sharper, more dangerous, but there is a sweetness to the eyes that draws me in.
“I like the tail,” Spite giggles.
I nod. “It’s...it’s hot.”
They kiss me, pushing me down onto the bed. “Spite thought you might like it.” Eli says as Spite moves away from his face. Spite makes a cropped hoodie on Eli as he comes to cuddle beside me.
“I do,” I chuckle. I then touch my chest. “It feels...strange, without him.” It’s been so long since I have not had Spite with me. The last time was when Beast attacked and I had to work with Timid. Back then I was fighting to save Spite, and I never wanted to be without him. Now, I knew Spite was somewhere safe, with someone comfortable. It still made me uneasy, I had always had him.
“Eli has agreed to babysit me,” Spite chuckles. “On days where you might need a break.” He wraps around my head like a cap.
I rub Eli and Spite’s back. “You sure? Your libido is worse than mine and you see what he does with that.”
“I can cope, we’ll see about him,” Eli teases. “We just got to talking and we agreed it might be a good thing for you to sometimes have a moment alone.”
“You two were talking?” I ask in surprise.
“It was nice,” Eli replies. “Spite was telling me about how lonely you were without me.”
“You’re my best friend, of course I was lonely.” I rub his arm and sigh. “I’ve never really had that before. I was always kind of the lonely weird kid.”
Eli goes quiet and nods his head. “After I was rescued from the lab I thought the only way I could keep people around me was if I kept doing things for them. But when you came along, you stayed, even after you found out what I was. I kept doing things for you but you always returned them in one way or another. You and Urata are different from the others.”
Spite rises off of us and huffs. “Listen, you two keep talking gooey and stuff. I’m going to play my games.” He slithers to the end of the bed and picks up the Switch from the floor. He starts playing it so Eli and I nestle back down on the bed.
“I think he’s letting us be alone, in his own way,” Eli chuckles.
“I gave you my money you stupid raccoon what more do you want from me?” Spite hisses at the game and shakes it before returning to playing.
I smile at Eli and kiss his forehead. “So, after last night, are we still friends? Or do we need to talk?”
“We’re more than friends, remember? We’re partners.” Eli runs his hand up and down my chest.
“That’s right.” I sigh and yawn, stretching out my legs so my toes pop. “Partners.”
Eli nods. “You’re still my best friend. You always will be.” He nuzzles his cheek to my chest. “At the lab-” His voice quivers. “When we were captured and I had to see Dr. Hargreaves again-”
I hold him close, cupping the back of his head. “It’s okay.”
“I almost killed him Max,” he whimpers. “I almost...but Spinel, Winston, he stopped me. He told me it would be a mistake and that he deserved more than just death for what he did.” Eli starts to cry. “I’m so scared of myself, max. Of that anger...what I could do...what if I really am the killer he tried to make?”
“If that were true,” I start off slowly and gently, “I don’t think we’d be here right now. I think if that monster truly existed, you wouldn’t be you.”
Eli lifts his head to look at me, tears run down his cheeks and his lip quivers. “But what if-” I place my finger over his lips.
“That anger came out because of him, not because of anything hidden inside you. He hurt you for so long, I would be surprised if you didn’t react that way.” I smooth my fingers under his eyes to dry away the tears. “You’re sweet and kind, that’s you.”
Eli rests back down upon me, holding me close. “Thank you, Max.”
“I’m so sorry for what happened, but Winston is right,” I whisper. “He deserves more than an easy death to escape what he’s done.”
“I know.” Eli kisses my chest and neck. His soft lips move deftly across my skin, making my heart flutter and nerves awaken. “What would you like for breakfast?”
I shake my head. “I’m not hungry. I just wanna lay here.”
“Sounds good.” Eli curls up beside me. His tail wraps around my leg and he gently rubs his hand up and down. We spent the day pretty much like this, being lazy, cuddling, and enjoying one another’s company. We fooled around a bit, okay we fooled around a lot, but we decided to go slow again. We’d have fun and just enjoy our relationship.
After the weekend and I was heading to training, Spite had a surprise in store for me. “We have a tail now?” I ask him. I pose in the mirror, seeing the long, elegant tail that grows from the juts of the spine.
“I liked it so much with Eli I decided to keep it,” he replies. “Sexy right?”
I pose and watch the tail. “Yeah, it actually looks pretty cool.”
“I figured it would help us too. Can use it as a weapon and when we’re on the move.” Spite gives me a squeeze. “Gives us something next time we come across Rabid or Beast.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t want to think about that.”
“WE have Eli now,” Spite says. “He’ll stand beside us, and we’ll stand beside him.”
“I’m surprised,” I murmur, “you let him in so easily.”
Spite chuckles. “I let pretty boy in because you wanted him. You will always be mine, so I have to take care of you. If making pretty boy ours will do that, then I have no complaints.”
“Thank you, Spite.” I touch our face gently. “I love you.”
“I know. I love you too Max.”
After training I head home to go to the shower, but Eli is already in there. I knock on the door. “Don’t use all the hot water okay?”
“Why not just join me?” Eli asks. “I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
“Just two bros in a shower,” Eli laughs.
I strip down and join him, he slips behind me so I can get under the showerhead. He gropes my ass, squeezing it greedily.
“Hey! What happened to bros just being in the shower?” I smirk over my shoulder at him.
“My bad bro,” he winks.
I turn around as I wash up. “You went to see Urata today, right, how was he?”
“Handsome as ever. I helped him pack today.” He says.
“Pack?”
“He’s getting a new place since his business keeps growing.” He then smirks. “He offered us the studio if we wanted to move in.”
“What?” I gasp. “That huge place? We could never afford it!”
“He owns the place, as long as we pay all the usual bills and keep the place he said he’d let us move in. He’s not interested in being a landlord. He just wants to make sure the place doesn’t fall to pieces.”
I’ma bit shocked. I’ve never lived anywhere on my own before. I’ve always relied on family and now the academy. “That’s awfully kind of him. Is he sure?”
“Urata is wrapped around my finger,” Eli smirks. “But he does want to have a talk with you. Since you and I are partners now.”
I laugh and place my hands around his waist. “So, he knows about us, huh?”
“He wasn’t surprised. He knew it was bound to happen.” He loops his arms around my neck. “He said he’d like to see us work together sometime.” We kiss and I press his back against the wall.
We moved into the studio during summer break. The place was huge and we didn’t have any furniture of our own. Eli got a job working at the academy as a teacher’s assistant. I went and got one with Urata, working at his art school. Spite sometimes posed for drawings, he loved being the center of attention, not to mention Urata made better coffee than Eli.
Over the summer we slowly filled the apartment, getting the furniture we liked as well as replacing some old appliances. By the time the new semester at the academy was starting, we had it almost just right.
“Senior year and already we’re an old married couple,” Eli teases.
“I’m nervous, this will be our first year working together towards the partnership.” I put on my uniform, which is wrong only during special occasions at the academy. Since we were the graduating class, there was a special seminar being held by Hephaestus that afternoon. Afterwards we would be signing up for our classes and special regiments which included working alongside professional heroes rather than teachers and senior students at the academy.
Eli kisses me then Spite licks my cheek. “Don’t worry, we’re right beside you.”
I squeeze hold of Eli’s hand as Spite slips down my arm and wraps over my fingers. “Spite and Sunstone,” I say with a smile. “What a team.”
