Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite Part Three (complete)

Ever since coming to the Hephaestus Academy, I’ve been sleeping so much better. It’s been nice not having to hide or be on the run. I’m able to relax a bit, take some classes at the academy, and try and work things out. I’ve made a lot of friends and the last few nights we‘ve hung out, eaten, and drank way too much. 

I was waking from a dream, dreading that dull ache a hangover would bring on. Instead there was another slow, throbbing ache below, and something trying to soothe it. I moan softly, feeling my cock getting stroked.

“Spite, not now,” I huff.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” Spite taunts me.

“I have a headache,” I whine and cover my head with a pillow.

Spite hisses something under his breath and keeps stroking me. “You were hanging out with people all the last two nights. We haven’t had any of our alone time.”

“Spite,” I moan into the pillow. “You really need to stop.” 

Spite starts to slip between my thighs, he squeezes them and wraps himself around my ass and lower back. “Flip over!”

“Spite,” I growl. “Knock it off!”

Spite spins me, flopping me over onto my belly. His hand presses down on my back and holds me there. 

“Hey!” I snap.

“Hay is for horses.” Spite moans into my ear. I shudder and raise my ass in the air as Spite starts to mold himself around me.

“Make it quick,” I sigh, giving in to him as well as my own needs.

“That’s my love,” Spite giggles and licks my cheek. “I’m going to go big today.” His slimy tongue pushes inside and squirms.

“Oh fuck!” I moan in pleasure. I then flinch and hug my pillow. “You’re going to what?”

“Big,” Spite snarls. He slips between my cheeks and I gasp when he grows both thick and long all at once. “What’s the saying? Ribbed for your pleasure?” He starts to ease his way inside, slipping in easily. I cry out at the size of him and curl my back even more.

“I like hearing your voice Max,” Spite snarls directly in my ear. “Cry out more for me.”

“It’s in the morning! We have a roommate!” I fuss at him.

There’s a banging at the door. “That’s right you do! It’s bad enough that thing runs around wild at night, but do you both have to do it in the morning!?”

I gasp and sit up, smacking Spite away from me. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Eli!”

“Hey, get back in bed!” Spite fusses at me as I slip my pajama pants back on. I walk out into the hallway as Eli goes into the kitchen

“Is he really that bad at night?” I ask as Spite’s little head hovers beside mine.

Eli glares up at me, he’s a student at the academy and has become a good friend as well. He had volunteered the extra room in his dorm to us when things were getting cramped in Jack’s place. He also got me into the art classes he took off campus, and I’ve really been enjoying my time. He’s some sort of lab experiment that was rescued by Hepheastus. He’s tall and thin with this glowing orange skin and fluorescent green eyes. His hair is always moving about as if suspended in water and is an illuminated rose gold color. His limbs are extra long and his hands and feet are more claws than anything. He also has a prehensile tail covered in golden scales.

“That thing was in my room last night!” Eli points to Spite who ducks down behind my shoulder. “I caught him on my laptop. Again!”

“He knows where to get the good porn,” Spite squeaks.

I smash his head down between my palm and shoulder. “Shit, I’m sorry Eli. He knows better,” I snarl down at him.

“I really don’t,” Spite giggles and slips between my fingers to rise up like a hoodie onto my head.

Eli sighs. “Not mad at you, Max. I know better than that.” He then strikes Spite with a wooden spoon. “He’s just lucky I couldn’t catch him!”

“Then clear your history so I won’t have a reason to sneak around.” Spite sticks his tongue out and Eli sticks his out in return. 

Eli turns back to the counter where he’s mixing a thin batter. “Hey, can I ask you to do a favor, and maybe I’ll be nice?”

I smile. “Sure, what?”

“Can you go down the cafeteria and pick me up a couple of bananas? I’m making crepes and I think I might be short.” Eli says. 

“Yeah, no problem.” I fetch my phone and keys then slip on some shoes. “Just the bananas?” I ask.

Eli shakes his head. “That’s it! If I think of anything else I’ll message you.”

“You really had to go and ruin our morning didn’t you?” Spite grumbles as we make our way to the elevator.

“You need to learn some self control,” I huff. “You’re so used to getting your way whenever you want.”

“Oh come on, you want it as much as I do. You can’t lie to me.” Spite squeezes my ass inside my pajamas and I grunt, thankfully no one else is on the elevator. 

“Yeah but-” I try to keep my cool. “Will you stop?” I turn on my phone to check the new messages I received. “Eli texted me,” I murmur.

Spite’s giggle is sinister as I open up the messages. I am then assaulted by a video of Eli sucking the biggest dick I have ever seen. Dark moans and loud slurping fill the elevator.

“Oh god yes, you’re such a good little slut. Deeper. Take me deeper.” The owner of the massive dick moans.

Eli slurps and gulps and his eyes flick up to look into the phone. He smiles and waves at it and continues to gulp him down.

“Oh yes! Oh god I need to fuck you. Be good for me baby and show me that ass.”

The elevator door opens and I about throw my phone. I turn it off and quickly stuff it back into my pocket as a couple of girls from the dorm walk in. My face is beet red and I know exactly what that message was. Once the girls get off on the ground floor I go into the bathroom where Spite starts laughing maniacally.

“How could you?” I snap at him. “How could you do that?”

“You have no idea how much stuff like that is on Eli’s laptop. Let alone his phone!” Spite cackles. “Dude is a bigger slut than you are!”

I roll my eyes and scoff. “You can’t just invade his privacy like that! I don’t care what he’s doing. He’s been good to us and he’s been letting us stay in his dorm! You are pushing it Spite!” I push him off my head. “I am so mad at you right now!”

“For what?” He coils around my cock and starts pumping it. “You got hard watching it,” he whispers into my ear. “You liked seeing your friend suck that big dick didn’t you?” He ripples along my spine and I start to lose my self control.

“Stop it!” I moan as I grip the counter. “You really need to stop.” I take in deep breaths as I try to stay calm. It feels so good, and yes, I do want it, but I have to keep my control.

Spite continues to stroke me. “You should watch the rest of the video.”

“No!” I hiss at him. “That’s not right.”

Spite chuckles. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

I look in the mirror and see Spite’s smirking face over mine. “Not here,” I moan. “This is a public bathroom.”

Spite scoffs. “You’ve forgotten how to have fun! Ever since we joined this school of fuddy duddies they’ve been rubbing off on you too much.” He moans. “At least your cock still remembers.” His tendrils squeeze my ass again. He’s spreading me open and getting ready to take his prize. I watch us in the mirror, our peppermint features contorting into a lustful look of pleasure. Our long tongue hangs from our mouth as Spite eases himself inside me. Something feels different, he feels thicker and it starts to hurt.

I cry out and bend over the sink counter. “What is that?”

“I felt how much you liked that big schlong in the video. Thought I’d try it out.” Spite squeezes around me like a full body hug. “You don’t like it?” His voice is gentle and sweet for a moment.

“I like the usual you,” I moan. 

“That’s so romantic, babe.” Spite lifts our head so we can see ourselves in the mirror. “We’re beautiful right now. Why would you ever want to stop.”

I cry out as he wriggles inside, shaping himself into something a little less girthy. I moan in pleasure, enjoying his usual size so much better.

Spite pulls my pajamas down and lays my cock on the counter top. Red and white tendrils coil around it, pumping me as he moves inside. My phone rings and I see a message from Eli pop up.

“He knows you sent that video!” I whine and huff as we press our hands against the mirror.

“Hey, that’s an idea, we should have been filming this,” Spite giggles.

“No!” I snap. “Oh fuck-”  I look into the mirror, looking into our eyes and watching our body writhing. I shiver and choke on my voice as I cum. It splashes on the counter top and gushes on the mirror. Spite sighs in relief and starts melting off my body.

“So much better,” he purrs.

I look at my cum on the mirror and quickly wipe everything down, using several paper towels and a lot of the hand soap.

I then check the message from Eli. “Where are those bananas?” He asks. Another text pops up. “Oh my god. That video wasn’t meant for you! Please don’t look oh my god!”

“Wait,” I gasp. “YOU didn’t send that?”

Spite giggles as he starts to wrap around me like a hoodie again. “He accidentally sent it while sexting last night. That’s what made me check his computer.”

I scowl  in the mirror at him. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

Spite lets out a gleeful giggle. “I told you, you’re sexy when you’re mad.”

My phone rings and it’s Eli. “Hello?” I answer.

“Oh my god! Please tell me you didn’t watch it! I’m mortified! Oh my god! Max I’m so sorry!” Eli blurts out all at once in a long stream.

“Eli, calm down, it’s ok,” I coax him.

Eli sighs deeply in relief. “Oh thank god, you didn’t watch it?”

Spite cackles while I grow silent.

“Oh dear god! You watched it! You watched it!” Eli starts to panic all over again. “I’m disgusting! I know! Oh my god! Please! I’m so sorry Max!”

“We can talk about this when I get back with the bananas,” I tell him. “It’s ok really, Eli. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”

I hear Eli sniffling. “You’re one of my only friends here,” he whimpers. “Everyone else-it doesn’t matter. Ok? It doesn’t-”

“Eli are you crying?” I gasp. “I’m coming back right now.”

“Aww, he’s your friend.” Spite giggles as I race back to the elevator. When I get back to the dorm I find Eli sitting at the table and sobbing. His tears come out as big globs of opal-like liquid. I sit down beside him and put my hand on his back.

“I don’t want you to think I’m some disgusting-” he snorts and looks at me with big puppy dog eyes. “I always lose my friends when I open up to them.”

I wrap Eli up in a hug. “Hey, I’m not going to find you disgusting. Look what I bang on a regular basis.” I point at Spite who is snickering. “If I judged you for...a talent I could only dream of, I’d be a hypocrite.”

Eli sniffles and rubs his cheeks. “It’s just…” he whimpers.

“You’re a slutbunny,” Spite says.

Eli glares at him.

“Dude, I get it. Me too.” Spite slips off of my head and goes near Eli. “It’s more than just sexual, isn’t it?” He asks. “I know I’m a lot to take, the least I can do is make Max happy, sometimes I don’t have the capability to do it like a normal asshole. So, I do it in a way that’s natural to me.”

Eli hiccups. “It’s like I can’t keep my legs closed sometime,” he forces a laugh. “I’ve been working on it. My therapist has been with me since I was released from that lab,” he grumbles. “But it seems no matter what my libido won’t quiet down.”

“And I respect that.” Spite kisses Eli’s cheek.

Eli looks back at me as he pets Spite’s head. “I have to confess, I’ve been jealous of you two for some time now. You’re so close and so intimate, I just want someone like that too.”

“Big dick was in a lot of your videos, why not him?” I yank Spite back and clasp him between my palms. 

“You’re done talking now,” I hiss at him.

“Oh, that’s Urata.” Eli wipes his face with his shirt.

“Urata?” The name sounds familiar and then it hits me. “Urata?” I blurt. “As in Mr. Masutaro our art teacher?”

“The oni guy?” Spite asks. 

Eli nods. “He’s always been super helpful to me and out of everyone I’ve-” he grimaces. “Well, let’s just say he’s the booty call I would prefer to have. But...he’s so nice and he’s all like upstanding and cool. I’m not someone who is…”

“If you say you’re not worthy I will punch you!” Spite huffs at him. 

“What?” Eli laughs.

“Look at me? Am I good person? Hardly. Am I with someone too good for me? Obviously. Do I still deserve it? It’s up for debate. But do I deserve that love and to feel like I am worth while? Of course! I’m amazing! But you? You’re actually a good person, just because you’re horny all the time doesn’t mean you’re undeserving, you fuckwad.”

Eli swallows and gives me a perplexed look. “I’m confused. Is he actually being helpful?”

I chuckle and Spite nuzzles to my cheek. “He has his moments.”

Eli laughs and breaks into a genuine smile. “Thanks Spite, that really made me feel better.”

“Look, I don’t like a lot of people. But I love Max and Max likes you, so I kind of like you too,” Spite grumbles. “But don’t you tell anyone!”

Eli laughs. “As long as you don’t tell anyone about-”

“I’m a monster but I’m not that evil,” Spite scoffs.

Spite and I hug Eli and we end up having a nice breakfast. We help him ask Urata out on a date and then sit with him while he anxiously awaits a reply.

“If he says no, I’ll key his car,” Spite says.

“No,” Eli chuckles and then his phone pings. He nervously looks at it and gasps. “It’s from him!” He lurches up from the sofa. “Oh god, what if he says no?”

Spite rises up from my shoulder. “Then I will key his car, why does no one listen to me?” I push him down again.

“If he says no, then we’ll find another art class.” I smile at him. “But we’ll get through it.”

Eli nods then opens his phone. His expression goes from pure terror to a sweet and melting face of awe. “He said he’s been waiting on me to ask.” He turns and grins at us. “He wants to take me out tonight! He said he’ll cook for me!”

Spite rises up and shakes my keys in the air. “Let’s celebrate by keying someone's car!”

I shove him down and take my keys back. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I then grin up to Eli. “I’m happy for you, Eli.”

“He said he’s not wanted to push me knowing what I had been going through, but he said he’s always liked me ever since I started taking the class.” Eli hugs his phone. “He likes me!”

When Eli leaves that evening, Spite and I order takeout and lounge in my room eating and watching crappy television.

“Hey,” Spite then says.

“Hm?” I glance as him as he pokes his head out of the take out box. 

Spite stays kind of hidden in the box. “If you had the chance to find someone to love who was much better suited towards you, would you?”

I sit up and furrow my brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I know what I am,” Spite grumbles. “I’m not easy. So if someone better came along would you-”

“I love you,” I say to Spite. “No one else, not even close. I would never choose someone better because that person doesn’t exist.”

Spite rises up out of the takeout box and kisses me. His tongue coils around mine and I feel him squeeze all around me. “I love you too,” Spite whispers and it hums along my skin.