Spider Man: Petter Venom

As the locker banged Walters jumped, someone was in the school, someone was trying to steal the limited supplies they had, it might not be much but it was for the kids dammit. In an unusual fit of bravado, he peeked around the corner, the locker door hung open, he frowned, checking the number of the locker next to him and then counting along he realised it was Flash Thompson's locker. It was open and from the crumpled notes on the floor, someone had gone through it.

Venom watched him from the opened window, he had thought of scaring the man, of taking great joy in making him squirm and scream but he shook his head, a principal was a job, it didn't pay well and there was no glory to be had, only fleeting moments. Venom didn't have to do anything to this man, the look on his face as he stared into the empty trophy case said it all, he had broken himself, he had failed the school and nothing Venom did would top that. Swinging off into the night he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, he wanted revenge but scaring an old man wasn't that, so he settled, for now anyway.

A few days later J. Johan Jameson received a package, pictures and bottles were left for him at the front office, no name or nothing and as he scanned the contents he frowned and drew on his cigar. Some punk kid does steroids and this moron expects me to publish without proof. He pressed the intercom on his phone, "Elizabeth, get me the security guard that sent this up, tell that idiot he's fired." He shook his head, sensational journalism was for hacks, now if they had proof that this 'Flush Tampons'' was doping then, of course, he'd publish, but this was just trash and he dumped the box in the bin. "Remind me never to hire a person whose handwriting is that terrible." Flush Tampons, as if he was going to waste his day figuring out who the hell that was supposed to be.

Gwen huffed as she counted, it wasn't fair but Peter was relentless. Not only did she have college to plan for, an internship at Oscorp to manage but now Peter was making her work out for two hours every night. It had only been a week since she moved but to her, it felt like longer.

She was enjoying the intimacy she was feeling with Peter, he stopped living in his office home and had been sleeping in the same bed as her. Then in the morning, he would make her breakfast so she could shower and get ready for work, plus the sex had been mind-blowing. The only issue so far they had was Gwen's symbiote friend. As Gwen came, so did it, and it flooded her with more pleasure than she could cope with. Her teasing Peter of toe-curling orgasms and blacking out was turning out to be true and while Peter seemed to be a boundless font of stamina she was not, at least not in the bedroom.

"One Hundred," she said, as she lifted herself up one last time, doing pull-ups from a support beam in the warehouse roof. Peter was swinging across from her, as he had been doing this for almost six months, his routine was four hundred, and he still managed to outpace her.

The routine they started together was a basic fitness course. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten kilometre run. Peter said he read it somewhere, but as Gwen browsed the internet to find it, he had a small smirk on his face.

"Gwen, you need to control your powers and your symbiote, you're its master, not the other way round." He had scolded her, for several nights in a row he had woken to find Gwen's symbskin tendrils extended into his crotch trying to 'milk' him and after another restless night he had had enough.

Which was why she was doing physical training. Her webbing could be made into any chemical she knew but its tensile strength was abysmal, barely strong enough to hold her weight and so stretchy it was more like rubber than a rope. She had managed to make an acid web and could spray it fine enough that she had cracked and peeled the paint on her home, much to Peter's annoyance. Other webs were banned, even if she could make them they had no way of testing them without damaging the warehouse. 

There was also an issue when they tried to fight. Each blow she felt her symbiote shy away, make her move to avoid the blow rather than take it, even if she knew it wouldn't hurt. This was fine. If she was trained and could avoid blows normally, but as she was a dancer and not a fighter she jerked and fell more often than not.

Not only that but her symbiote armoured skin was no better than normal skin, Gwen screeching in pain if it was cut or burned unlike Peter's normal symbskin, not even his thickened plate.

"Of course you asshole," Gwen had complained they tested the limits of the symbskin, "if my symbiote is still alive then, of course, it'll hurt if you cut me." She had still watched in fascination as the small cut healed almost instantly, she still needed to make him feel guilty of course, guilt brought kisses and kisses often led to other things. 

This time though Peter was having none of it. He had put several projects on hold and hadn't been hunting all week all because right now, anyone who found him and Gwen's secret could take Gwen with no issues at all. She had the same powers as him, so why didn't she have the same control over them as he did? In fact, she should be stronger than him, if his symbiote was dead it should have no energy of its own, only relying on his. It was one of the many questions they still had about their powers and the creatures that inhabited their bodies. Poison would still speak to Gwen whereas Venom never said anything to Peter, or if it had it was lost within his own thoughts.

All he could do was make her train and train more, each ability he had was inbuilt so her symbiote with practise should be just as capable, of course, the swearing and shouts of pain, as she either fell, dropped something on herself or just missed whatever she was trying to achieve, were kinda funny if a bit painful to listen to. He'd had his share of mishaps with his powers so it made him feel a little better to know that even someone as smart and capable as Gwen could fail sometimes.

"Hey Gwen, if you can do the obstacle course by the end of the week, I'll match our last bet, and you can do whatever you want," Peter yelled at her, followed by a thump as she fell off the walkway above. She swore again but he knew that should have lit the same competitive fire in her that she lit in him, all he had to do was sit back and wait for the results. So far she had shown that while more sensitive she was a lot stronger, faster, and more agile. The enhancements to her biology were very apparent as they trained together. Poison's issues were of control and even Gwen had to admit that in a fight she would be at a huge disadvantage.

Gwen was ecstatic and her symbiote was almost vibrating under her skin, she could feel its lust for him as almost palpable compared to her own. "Really?" she shouted back as she picked herself up off the concrete, while Peter had been marking out paths and walkways they were still concrete and without her symbiote to cushion her fall she would have injured herself. Dodging and weaving, trying to leap from walkway to walkway was fine but each fall hurt and Poison just complained. 

Only the running was fun, as Gwen didn't mind the peaceful quiet it brought, the laps where she and Peter just ran around the walkways at the top of the building, watching the city through the tinted windows. Of course, showering together afterwards was its own reward. 

Peter looked up from the electronic device he was tinkering with, "Sure, but if you fail, then I call you Gwenom for a month and your symbiote gets its own unique punishment."

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