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It was night on the harbor; though the darkness didn't stop the activity of the ships coming in and out of the port it was much quieter in the area than its daytime counterpart. Warehouses that had workers and machinery moving in and out of it stood silent and unlit... for the most part. One thing about having an area that was still active but expansive in nature was that illegal activities could go unnoticed, which was exactly what was happening with the group of thugs that milled about the crates intended on. With the dock workers restricted from going into the area and the dock authorities paid off there was little that they had to fear when it came to their activities.

Yet there was a sense of unease in the air as they looked over the latest take from their operations, money counters going on one area of the warehouse while the other side had those loading new merchandise onto trucks. The guards that protected the entire thing made sure that nothing could happen kept a wary out for anything that could be considered trouble. There had been a number of gangs and other illegal enterprises that had been suffering losses as of late and it was becoming concerning to those involved. The worst part was that even with the groups talking to one another they had no idea who was hitting them or why, just that it was happening with increasingly frequency.

In the shadows above a figure sat watching the movement of the anxious guards, bright red eyes gleaming as they stared down at the humans milling about. Max could hear his symbiote whispering into his mind as they schemed on how to take down those that were conspiring below. They have had a rather successful run when it came to cleaning up the city of this criminal element ever since the two had teamed up, the shiny white skin of their merged form glinting in the light as they moved from rafter to rafter. Even after all this time no one had the common sense to look up, but as they continued to make their assessment of the situation their smooth face turned down into a rather uncharacteristic frown.

"There is too many of them," Spite whispered despite them having a mental bond. Max was pretty sure the symbiote just enjoyed the manipulation of their shared body to speak but let it go as he agreed with the assessment. "Some of them will inevitably grow bored and break away, perhaps we can pick them off when that happens."

Max could feel their body flex with power and strength as he could tell his symbiote was eager to take down these criminals. It was more than just the sense of justice of taking these creatures out, as he felt his tongue elongate in anticipation they could sense their arousal growing. But Spite had been right, there were far too many to take out directly, which meant they were going to have to get creative with this endeavor. Just as they began to plan however they saw something with their enhanced vision that caused them to pause.

It was movement that was happening down below, but not any of the guards that they had tagged nor the workers that were moving money or inventory. There was another that twas skulking about in the shadows like them and as the white and red symbiote creature crawled on all fours over the beam that they were on they continued to try and track the skulker. Whomever it was moved like a hunter stalking its prey and reminded them of themselves as they moved just outside the glow of the illumination of the overhead light. They had finally managed to get a bead on the one that they had noticed and as they peered down into the darkness the two were surprised to see a pair of golden eyes similar to their own staring back up at them.

Another symbiote... that was entirely unexpected, especially since they thought that they were the only ones out there. They had seen some things on social media that may have indicated there was others like them but any time they went to investigate it usually ended with it being a hoax or a misunderstanding. This was real life proof that there was another like them, but at the moment their thoughts were on the task at hand. It was clear that they had the Maxe goal in mind but while Max and Spite had tried to plan their way to get rid of them in the most efficient manner it seemed the other two had a different idea on how to go about things.

The cry of the man as he was being flung back through the air had caused all the others to look in the direction of where the thug had stood, only to see nothing there. As they began to raise up their guns in confusion a ball of rubber goo hit the light above them which caused it to plunge into darkness. The black and purple symbiote clawed his way across the crates that were stacked up in the nearby area before pouncing down on the next goon and knocking him to the floor. With the others still scrambling around in the darkness Max and Spite decided to make a move himself and help out the other creature in subduing these fiends.

As the flashes of light could be seen from the guns going off randomly in the air Max and Spite could see just fine, the symbiote's enhanced sight allowing them to maneuver their way easily though the gunfire to knock out and restrain the thugs. With being attacked from two different creatures most of the men didn't even know where to aim when they could see as flashlights were turned on only to have a black shiny creature flit by them, followed by a similar one in white. Though Spite made them a little easier to see it didn't stop them from pouncing upon those people, taking them out while the other symbiote did the Maxe. Even as the fight continued on with the two of them chasing down the last of the thugs that decided to run both man and symbiote found themselves intrigued by this new partner they seemed to have gained on this particular mission.

Despite how many people there had been in the beginning it only took a relatively short while before the two rubbery men were the only ones standing, the symbiotes chuckling at their successful hunt. In the first moment of calm they had the two faced one another and both Spite and the other symbiote retracted the rubber from their heads so that the two could see each other's human host. "I got to say, I was not expecting to meet another of our kind on this mission," Max said with a small grin on his face, rubbing his brown hair that had been matted down by the symbiote while the other man did the Maxe with his. "I'm Max, and this is Spite, since I'm guessing you already know what we are."

"I'm Iris, and this is Abrax," Iris introduced, the rubber on his shoulder morphing into a hand that waved. "I was wondering who was taking out some of the gangs of the east side, we just got started doing this ourselves and when I heard that there were a bunch of crimes stopped around here I thought for a second that Abrax was taking me over without telling me again. Nice to know that there are others like us out there."

"Yeah, no doubt," Max said, trying to hide his actual excitement at meeting another of his kind. They had gone for a while just being the only ones and began to think that was the way it was always going to be, so Iris and Abrax were a breath of fresh air. Before they could continue with their conversations they heard a groan come from one of the men that they had knocked out and resolved to clean up the scene first before they got too cozy with one another.

That meant tying up everyone and clearing up the symbiotic material they had used in order to restrain people in the first place. While they couldn't erase the minds of those that were there the fact that their testimony would include that they were attacked by some sort of monster made them look either crazy or trying to get out of their punishment, but they didn't want to leave any evidence to support their theory. When they glanced over at Iris and Abrax they seemed to be of the Maxe mind as they took care of their work while they did the Maxe with theirs. It took a while but they managed to get everyone tied up and ready for the police to find them, which meant another job well done as Max brushed his hands.

When he looked around to see if they could find Iris they found that the other symbiote was not out front of the building where they had picked off the last of the thugs that had tried to run out to call for backup or escape. Max didn't want the chance to talk to another symbiote and host to slip through his fingers, though as he could sense what Spite wanted it caused him to blush slightly. It was a thought process that he had grown used to during their time bonded together but this time he had given a quick tendril of thought to his other half to tell him to behave as they walked back into the building. The sounds of gagged and bound criminals could still be heard and Max didn't want to call out the names of the two just in case while he made his way between the boxes.

Eventually Max caught up to the the other symbiote pairing where the main hangout of the criminals had been, the makeshift poker table tipped over in the confusion and the radio that had been playing was on the floor in pieces. They were just about to call out to them when Max noticed that the two were reaching inside the safe, grabbing the stacks of cash that were inside and stuffing them into a bag. "What are you doing?" Max asked, the other man turning with Abrax completely covering Iris. "We need to leave that there for the police."

"Why, so they can confiscate it?" Abrax said, the symbiote's tongue licking across his gold teeth before turning back to the safe to continue to empty it. "There is more than enough evidence here, and vigilantism doesn't pay the bills unless we help ourselves to the proceeds. I was intending on leaving you half so that you can reap the benefits as well."

Abrax tossed a stack of cash towards Max, who just let it fly by him as Spite crawled back over his face. "If you do that you're no better then the criminals we just took out," Max said, though he was allowing the symbiote more and more control as he let out a growl. "Leave it guys, just be satisfied with a job well done."

"Job satisfaction doesn't fill our bellies or pay our rent," Abrax replied, slowly turning his head to see the red eyes of the symbiote staring back at him that caused him to slowly stand up. "Are you going to stop me Spite? Going to take me down just like we did all these others, tie me up and turn me into the police?"

Though Max was slightly distracted by a comment Spite made about tying them up not being a bad idea he mentally told his symbiote to focus on something more then the fact that Abrax was a stunningly handsome creature. "I'm not going to let you walk away with that money," Max said as he let his own mutated mouth stretch and show his teeth, Spite getting back into battle mode as the two slowly began to circle around one another. "If that means giving you the Maxe treatment that we gave these criminals then so be it."

Abrax chuckled at that and the two symbiotes continued to posture to one another, flexing their muscles and hissing at one another. Both Iris and Max were taking back seats like they usually did when it came to fighting and as the black and purple symbiote finally started to stretch out several tentacles the white and red one did the Maxe. Neither had any idea how the other fought and considering this was the first time either of them had fought someone like them they weren't sure what to expect. Max could feel his heart pound in his chest as he had not expected this to be his first encounter with another symbiote but he knew he couldn't let Iris and Abrax take that money without feeling culpable to the crime they were committing.

After a few moments it was Spite that made the first move, lunging forward and jumping off one of the nearby boxes to try and attack Abrax on his side. The other symbiote was quick though and moved back to avoid the pounce before lashing out his tentacles at them. One of them managed to wrap around his ankle and pull him off-balance but he quickly twisted his body around and did a hand stand before landing back on his feet. Using his own gooey nature he sloughed off the hold that the other symbiote had on him and made another lunge to try and knock Abrax down only for the two to end up in a wrestling match with one another.

This was definitely not the Maxe as fighting another human and even with Spite's abilities they were finding themselves getting knocked onto the defensive more and more. Abrax and Iris had clearly been training their skills and even with how long they had been bonded Max's thoughts had begun to trip up the symbiote that was fighting for him. Just as he had manged to get the large tentacle that he had morphed out of his arm to wrap around the waist of the other symbiote they grabbed it and spun him around before flinging him into one of the shipping grates. Spite was just able to get his mass in front of them before they were smashed into the wood, packing peanuts flowing around them as they disengaged from Abrax and dug themselves out.

The other symbiote was quickly on him before he could recover and the next thing Max and Spite knew they were slammed against the metal pillar that supported the ceiling. Even with their augmented form the blow was enough to knock the wind out of them and before they could react Abrax was practically on top of them. The pillar had metal spokes on it and with their own enhanced strength Abrax twisted it around to lock Max's arms into place. "You fought well," Abrax commented, both symbiotes growling at one another as the heat of battle ebbed and they suddenly realized they were practically pressed up against one another. "I can only imagine what other things we could have done instead of this if you had been more... receptive."

Seems being horny was a rather common symbiote trait, Max thought to himself as he tried to kick the feet out from under Abrax only to have the black rubber curl around them and keep them into place. "Very strong, both in body and will," Abrax commented before pressing his body against the other symbiote, their smooth, latex-like skin causing all manner of sensations to course through their shared form as he leaned in. "How I would like to take you, but it seems that we don't see eye to eye, shame."

Max shuddered as the tongue of the other symbiote stretched out and licked up their cheek and over their ear, pressing against it as those golden clawed hands roamed over his body. If they weren't in the middle of fight after having taken down a rather large gang this would have been incredibly exhilarating, though as he felt his arousal begin to stir perhaps it was because of it. It had led to something far more sensual and both symbiotes could feel the lust radiating off of one another as they stared into one another's gooey eyes. But with one last lick to his ear Abrax took a step back, causing the breath that had been caught in their throat to suddenly release in a pant as the other pair went back over to the bag they had stuffed with money.

As Spite attempted to try and get them out of the bindings they were put in they found that Abrax had made them tight enough so that they couldn't morph his body out of them, essentially trapping the human within as he watched the other symbiote take a second bag and fill it with the rest of the contents. Once they were done Abrax went over and dropped the significantly smaller one at Max's feet while giving them a wide smirk with their stretched maws. "Should you decide to evade that morality of yours and make your life a little easier," Abrax commented. "I'll also leave you to call the police once you escape from your bindings, capable creature like yourself should get out in a few minutes."

Spite let out a shriek and tried to lunge at the other symbiote, but the metal refused to yield as his tentacles stretched out. Abrax just gave them a smirk and launched himself up to the roof, the shiny black creature seen in the silhouette of the moon before disappearing into the night. Though Spite continued to thrash to try and continue the fight they had lost Max just sighed and internally. Even if they somehow managed to get out of their bindings that second there was no way they would be able to catch up with Abrax and Iris, the two likely already out of the area if their speed was anything like their own.

Eventually Spite was able to get their wrists out of the bindings and as Max felt himself taking more control over their shared form he rubbed the white rubber while looking down at the bag. Though he already knew what was inside of it he opened it anyway and saw that it was a significant pile of cash sitting there looking back at him, something that could sustain them for quite a while as Abrax had mentioned. "Ohhh, when I get my claws into that arrogant symbiote next time," Spite said, the symbiote clearly riled up as a shudder went through their latex-like form that covered Max. "I do not care how sexy he is, I'm going to beat him into a pulp for embarrassing us like that!"

"Perhaps we should go easy on them considering they could have done much worse to us then gloat," Max replied as he closed up the bag with a sigh. He could still hear Spite muttering in the background but between fighting the thugs and Abrax he knew his symbiote was exhausted, which meant that he would at least have some time before the instincts of the symbiote started to be something of concern. "Let's get out of here, we still need to call the police and make sure that they take care of this mess."

Spite agreed, but as they were about to take the Maxe path that Abrax and Iris had out of the building he looked back at the money once more. With it being taken out of the safe the police would probably consider it planted, not to mention the other symbiote pair had already taken the lion's share of the cash. Though he would have never thought of taking such a stash before his thoughts began to shift to perhaps grabbing it just to be safe, or so that Abrax didn't come back and steal it when he saw that he had left it there. After a bit of mental debate he reached down and grabbed the bag before jumping up to the roof, producing the cell phone he had encased in the rubbery symbiotic material of his arm in order to get the police there.

About an hour later Max was back in his apartment, shutting the window as Spite slowly melted back into his own form. As he looked down and found himself looking at the human flesh of his hand it had become a more and more bizarre sight to see. He remembered when it used to be the other way around and he was shocked at the white symbiote coating over his body, the red tendrils accenting his enhanced muscles as Spite took over, but at this point he had probably spent more days with the symbiote wrapped around him then not. For the moment though Spite needed rest and he needed some time in his own skin as he went over to his kitchen table and tossed the sack down on it before getting himself something to eat.

One of the drawbacks for having a symbiote was the need to consume far more calories then the average person, essentially Max was eating for two and that meant a lot of intake. Sometimes if they were in dire need he would let Spite take over to hunt, but more times then not they relied on his own cooking in order to make sure that they remained healthy. At the moment though as they looked through their refrigerator and cupboards he found them to be a bit bare, which made sense since his check from work hadn't arrived yet and had prevented him from getting food. With Spite too tired to hunt though they were running a risk of having to forage for whatever they could find to make ad decent meal, at least until he looked back at the table and saw one of the stacks of cash poking out from it.

"Perhaps Abrax might be on to something here," Spite said inside of Max's mind as the human walked over and took the cash out, examining it with his fingers. "Maybe one of the reasons he was stronger than us was because he was far more well-fed."

"You saying I don't take care of us Spite?" Max asked, and though it was followed up by a chuckle he knew that him working a regular job and their night time activities had led to problems for the two of them when it came to resources. "I still don't like it, I know we're not set to be heroes or anything like that, but I was at least trying. It seems that Abrax and Iris have a different set of ideals when it comes to it though..."

Max had just stopped himself from saying that maybe they were right to shed some of their higher morality in order to keep themselves in prime condition. Though in the back of his mind he had never actually thought about using the money he found his fingers curling around one of the hundred dollar bills and slowly sliding it out. He bit his lip as he could feel his conscience weighing on him about the decision, bit it was the rumbling of his belly that finally pushed him to pick up the phone and order food. They ended up getting far more then normal and though Max still felt bad at using ill-gotten money for getting it he admittedly found that feeling being pushed aside by the fullness in his belly as he and Spite chowed down...

The rest of the night went by in a pizza-filled blur and eventually Max was lying on his bed naked with his hands against his stomach. As he laid there staring at his ceiling he couldn't help but think back to the other symbiote despite trying not to for the night. Spite was right that the other creature was gorgeous, and when he exposed his human side he found Iris to be pretty cute too. Those thoughts led to their encounter on the support column and he found his body shuddering at remembering the feel of the other creature against his body. As he let out a soft sigh and pressed his fingers against his chest he could feel tendrils moving about his skin, not needing to look to know that Spite had begun to manifest once more.

It seemed that their tiredness was not enough to have a bit of fun, and with how Abrax had left him in that teased state he found their body responding to the memories with desire. In the heat of the moment he had been so focused on what was going on that he couldn't appreciate that shiny muscular body or masculine frame while he felt his own growing from the symbiote covering it. By the time the tendrils had reached his half-hard member his own fingers had started to stroke along its length, Spite curling around them as well while they continued to indulge in their lustful feelings. While the symbiote was always looking to rile Max up the human always found himself easily sinking willingly into the embrace as his tongue stretched out past his lips while his face was coated in shiny white.

A thick, deep growl of passion came from their throat as claws and fangs formed once more, though the only thing that Max was focused on was their cock as they began to stroke it. Ever since they had fully bonded he had always enjoyed their time together like this, though sometimes Spite found inappropriate times to tease him this was one time where he knew he could let go. As he began to write in the bed he found his gaze going over towards the mirror he had set up specifically to watch and stared at his reflection while the last of his human flesh was covered once more. It was such an enticing sight and he wondered if Iris and Abrax experienced the Maxe thing as he stroked his lengthening member.

Though he could feel something teasing his rear Spite was still exhausted and only pushed in a bit, though it was enough to tease at his prostate while their clawed hands glided effortlessly up and down their member. While sometimes they got far more kinky then this they were fine with just having fun with a little self-love to end the night. Even as they continued to enjoy the pleasures of their body they found themselves lusting after the other symbiote as well. Though Max didn't want to dwell on someone that they may have to fight later he was more than happy to align with Spite to use him for such carnal pursuits. The two continued to rub against themselves with one hand on his cock and the other pressing against his chest and face while his tongue licked against his fingers.

It wasn't much to get them to orgasm and once they did Max let out a throaty roar that he quickly muffled with his hand. Last thing they needed was another noise complaint and there was only so many times they could use the excuse that they were watching monster movies on television. As per usual Spite made sure that they didn't leave a mess by completely encasing their throbbing member and when they were done with their climax the symbiote once more retracted back into his body. As the rubbery substance pulled back from his head and slithered into his ears neither creature saw that the frills of his melting ear had been stained with black instead of white before disappearing completely with the rest of Spite...

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Over the next few days Max and Spite kept things causal, making sure that they didn't bring any attention to themselves as the news reported on yet another criminal organization that was thwarted by unknown vigilantes. As they had hoped there were no cameras or anything that had caught their daring raid and no mention of seeing strange creatures or men in strange rubber body suits. Despite Spite's best efforts to get him to call in sick Max had gone to work as well, if only to make sure no one caught on that he was taking days off right after these crimes were being prevented. It had been rather tempting since they had a bag full of cash hidden away back at their home, especially since the amount they got meant that he could have taken the next few weeks off if he wanted.

"Perhaps we could use that time off and try to find Abrax," Spite stated mentally as they walked through the park that was near their apartment.

"You just want to have sex with them," Max replied mentally as he attempted to focus on ordering the hot dog from the vendor they were in front of.

"Hey, you're the one that I picked that up from," Spite shot back. Max just rolled his eyes and sighed before quickly telling the vendor that gave him a look that it wasn't directed at him. In all honesty the symbiote was right, even before the two had met up the human always found himself rather horny and Spite had been quick to pick up on it. More often than not it took all of the human's willpower not to engage in the teasing his symbiote gave him even while walking around in public.

For the moment though Max's thoughts were trying to be anywhere but on the other pair. Ever since that night he had been having strange dreams when he slept, and while at first he wasn't sure what was going on as things were very hazy he started to see Iris and Abrax standing there. It was never quite solid but he knew that the two were almost beckoning him to come towards him, like they were calling him for something. It had happened every night since the warehouse and though he initially just thought that perhaps it was because of the impact of their fight he began to wonder if there wasn't something else at work that happens when two symbiotes got together.

In either case it wasn't something that Max wanted to explore at the moment and resolved for them to stay away for the time being until he could get a handle on these dreams. It didn't help that Spite didn't seem to have an idea of what was going on with them either, and despite his teasing to go and meet back up with the two he could feel a level of concern coming from the symbiote as well. At the moment all he wanted to do was lie low, play video games, and wait until enough time had passed to call into work so that he could relax until the next time they found out about some sort of criminal dealings that they could take care of. For the moment even if they found out about one now Max didn't feel like playing the hero, which was unlike him even if he wasn't fond of working as they finally made their way back to the apartment.

After making a substantial dinner, their cabinets and refrigerator full from another bit of money pilfered from the stash they had, Max allowed Spite to manifest while chilling out and watching television. He could already sense his need starting to rise a little as their symbiotic body glinted in the light of the movie they were watching but as his red latex fingers rubbed down his body they pulled back a bit before reaching their groin. With both of them completely recovered they had been going a bit more wild at night then usual but today felt more muted, and as the hours passed they began to get more tired then anything. Even when he was asked if he wanted to go out on a hunt Spite surprised his host by saying that it was fine for now, their clawed fingers scratching against the ear that had unknowingly turned completely black with similar tendrils starting to slither across the otherwise white symbiotic flesh.

The two remained seated for a while before Max began to drift off, his eyes slowly closing as the tendrils of the symbiote began to creep up his neck. It wasn't uncommon for Spite to completely cover him while he slept, sometimes playing with his body while he did so in order to tease him. More than once he had woken up to the simulation of a cock in his mouth and one in his ass while he was being stroked off, but this time it seemed like they were both more tired than they had realized. By the time the show they had been watching ended the symbiote was completely covered as they laid there completely still, save for one thing as the bulge in their groin began to grow more defined...

When Max opened his eyes again he found himself no longer in his apartment. He was standing in the void of his mind, one that he had been to more times then not when it came to his first encounters with symbiote bonding. But instead of the two being separate entities like before he found that Spite was with him, covering his body from the neck down as he usually did while they looked around. As they started to move forward they saw something coalesce a few feet in front of him and both gasped as once more they found themselves standing in front of the symbiote-suited form of Iris and Abrax.

Though they found it strange that this entity continued to appear in their dreams they found unlike the other times this dream was sharper, more clearly defined as they took a step forward. Before this point they wouldn't have been able to move and just admire the two from afar, this time they were able to get up closer to the point where he could reach out and touch them. As he did the black rubber hand of the other man did it first, rubbing against the face of Max while smiling a bit. He wanted to know what was going on, but as Max stared into the eyes of the human face and saw that their irises were the Maxe gold as their symbiote he found himself unable to form the words needed to ask.

Iris and Abrax put their finger up against the mouth of the other two and told them to shush before moving in even closer, the roaming hand making their way up to his ear as they rubbed it. "Just relax," Iris said, though from the growl in his voice it might have been Abrax as the black and purple rubber began to creep up his head. "Just let us in, you should already know how to do that."

Max felt a strange warmth suffuse through his body at the hearing of those words, but it was interrupted as their human lips pressed together into a kiss. It was quite intimate and as the need that he felt began to take over he found the other man's tongue begin to poke past his lips. It started with a few quick darts in and out but as Iris and Abrax wrapped their arms around them Max began to feel it pushing in deeper... and deeper. When his eyes opened and he looked down he saw that the face of Iris was transforming, taking on the features of his symbiote while the rubber covered his lower jaw and mouth. His tongue had already transformed into something far more tentacular in nature and as the sharp teeth began to press into his face he found Spite quickly reciprocating by taking over as their throat began to swell from the insertion.

It wasn't just his mouth that was being slithered into, Max's eyes fluttering as he felt something else happening where the hand of the other symbiote had pressed against his ear. His eyes shot open when he began to feel something else stretching, the symbiotic latex pushing into his ear and causing a torrent of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before. By this point both men had completely reverted back to their symbiotic forms and as Spite took the forefront Abrax had managed to shove nearly a foot of his tongue down their throat and made it felt like a tentacle was swimming in their skulls while slowly stimulating the flesh there.

Let them in... the words that Iris had said continued to echo into their mind as they could feel something happening to them. It was more than just being tongued so deep that they had a bulge stretching out the white symbiotic flesh of their throat or that they were being ear fucked by a similar tentacle. But both Max and Spite were having trouble focusing on what that was as they began to feel light, the lust and pleasure lifting them up as the red eyes of the symbiote began to shift. As the golden symbiote eyes of Abrax continued to stare at them everything began to feel... natural, like this was the way it was supposed to be as something began to creep across the edges of their consciousness...

A loud explosion noise quickly caused the two to wake, claws and fangs bared by Spite as they woke up suddenly. When they looked around and saw nothing except for the television that was on they realized that their streaming service had switched to another movie that had an explosion in its opening credits. "What was that," Spite asked, causing the human to shake his head as Max rubbed his head.

"I don't know," Max replied simply. "It felt so real though, like they were actually there making out with us. Do you think we formed some kind of psychic connection when we met, can symbiotes do that?"

"Beats me," Spite stated, shrugging Max's shoulders as they slowly got up from the couch. "It felt good... but strange, like something else was going on besides some sexy symbiote tongue action."

Max just rolled his eyes as his symbiote brought up the rather sensual kiss, and when he looked down he saw that his maleness was fully erect and that the glistening red rod was jutting out from his body. "Perhaps we should figure out what's going on before we indulge again like we've done before," Max stated as he went to his bathroom in order to splash some water on his face and calm down a bit so he could think rationally, only to stop when he saw his reflection in the mirror. "What the, Spite, are you seeing this?"

With his face completely covered the visage of Spite was staring back at him, but there was a change to the usual white with red patterning that he had gotten used to. The side of his head where his ear would be was covered in black latex that had spread up towards the top of his skull. As he examined it more closely he found that where it covered over the red in his symbiote outfit the stripes turned purple instead, which given he had just seen Iris and Abrax he had an idea of where he would have gotten such a color scheme. It wasn't just limited to the side of his head either as he had opened his mouth in shock and found that his tongue was not only purple but had a golden tip to it unlike his usual symbiote version.

"Looks like Abrax rubbed off on us somehow," Spite said, Max seeing his mouth move even though he wasn't in control.

"It appears so," Max replied as he had Spite peel back to reveal his human face, which still looked normal to him. "This isn't some sort of trick, is it Spite?"

"Of course not," Spite replied with a scoff. "If this had been one of mine I would have revealed it to you by now, plus I'm in the dark just like you."

Max found himself still staring in the mirror even though he couldn't see the changes to his symbiote anymore, and he wondered if something had happened to them during their fight that would be causing this to happen. Was Iris and Abrax experiencing the Maxe thing they were, or did something happen where they're just being influenced? Despite hearing their voice so clearly it wasn't like he could sense where the other symbiote was, and considering that they had classes coming up at the hero academy once summer was over they needed to solve what was going on. Unfortunately there weren't many places that the two could turn to in order to get help, the only one that really knew about their situation was their chimera roommate Eli, and he was gone for a few more weeks.

Other than the dreams and the strange coloration on their tongue and where their ear was neither Spite nor Max felt anything else strange, so they decided to try and figure out what was going on without external help or trying to hunt down the other two. For all they knew if they see Iris and Abrax again it could cause their condition to mutate or intensify as they went into their bedroom to turn in for the night. While they weren't sure what was waiting for them on the other side of their dreams they couldn't just stay up for the rest of their days while they tried to find a reason for this affliction. Plus as the symbiotic creature laid down on the bed he found himself almost hoping that he might see his black and purple counterpart as Spite continued to tease him even while he fell asleep.

A few more days passed and Max had found neither the dreams nor the strange coloration on their symbiotic form abating. If anything it had started to spread more over his body as he found purple and black markings on his wrists after the dream version of Iris had pinned him down and rubbed their silky smooth bodies together. He also had marks on his back and thighs were he had been gripped by Abrax and as he examined himself in the mirror it almost looked like they had been bruised, though the only thing that was actually wounded was their pride as they had found themselves needing that contact with Abrax more often. Each day was also getting them more riled up and needing to stay in their symbiote form to the point where they called in sick just so that they could stay home and pleasure themselves to the images that they had from their dreams.

What made things even stranger was how as the days passed and they interacted with their dreams more it became less concerning to them that this was happening. Before they were almost ready to expose themselves just so they could stop the corruption that was happening to them, but as they woke up nearly a week and a half after the heist Max found Spite commenting on how much better they looked with the new additional modifications. From the sound of it he was almost enjoying being marked by the dream version of the other symbiote... and though he didn't want to admit it Max felt the Maxe way. The way that the black and purple accent coloration had started to bleed into their form was strangely sensual to the point that he would shudder in delight as his fingers ran over some new area of his body that had it.

While normally Spite would also be running him ragged with the two of them going out on the hunt, whether for food or frivolity, there was no complaining from the symbiote anymore. The two were not only getting used to encountering Iris in Abrax but they were starting to get excited for it. What they experienced in there was better than Spite's teasing, which while it hurt the symbiote's feelings he also added that Max was right in that regard. As the days had warn on another effect of their dream sessions seemed to be an increased libido as even with their nightly sessions they were still getting horny to the point where Spite wouldn't even have to prod him much to get him going.

They imagined this night would be no different and once more Spite was completely encasing his human host before they both went to sleep. Despite both of them being anxious to get back into the dream world they found themselves slipping under rather easily, ending up in a park with the stars and moon shining down from overhead. It hadn't taken them long to realize since they knew they were dreaming that they could tweak the settings a bit, which had only pushed them more towards an amorous route as they looked around for the shiny black and purple creature that was lurking about.

It didn't take them long to find Abrax and Iris standing at the side of the lake that reflected the moon above, the symbiote creature fully covering his host just like Spite was doing to Max. While they originally did it as a means to stave off some sort of potential psychic attack not it was just natural for the two to meet like that as they approached one another. "Seems like someone is excited to see us," Abrax said as he pointed out the erection that Spite was already sporting.

"Considering that we're in a dream it's strange that we can't get enough of you," Max replied through Spite, the symbiote's lustful thoughts already starting to get the better of him while he retained the sense to speak. "We can feel your presence inside our heads, see the mark you're leaving on us, yet... we find ourselves coming back for more. We still have no idea what this is doing to us and to tell the truth we're finding it harder and harder to care."

"That's good to hear," Abrax replied with a big fang-filled smile. "I think it's time we take this to the next level, and since you already admitted that you want us so badly..." Both Max and Spite could feel themselves waiting on bated breath as they leaned in while Abrax did the Maxe. "...beg."

Both Max and Spite were taken aback by that, the usual playful attitude that they had back and forth during these dream sequence shifting into an entirely different tone. "You want us to beg you?" Max asked as Spite sobered up from his lust-drunk state to realize something weird was going on as well. "Beg for what?"

"For us to take you," Abrax replied, taking a step closer and tapping his claws on the shoulder of the other man as he circled them. "If you really want us to go any further, then you will need to show me that you are submissive enough. You've already started to do so, doesn't it feel good?"

"I... don't know what you mean," Max said, though he could hear Spite snort at that since they both had known for a while that they were succumbing to whatever was happening to them.

"Your symbiote knows, and though him you should too," Abrax said as he put a hand on Spite's face, both of them being taken by surprise as they felt the tingle of sensation from the other symbiote flowing into them. "You remember when Spite first took you, that feeling of surrender to Spite when he bonded with your form and took your body for his own. This what we're asking of you, simple surrender from one symbiote to another."

Though the words were sweet the voice that was saying them almost had a sinister quality to it, but both Max and Spite found themselves unable to register it fully as they could feel the alien presence of the other creature in their mind. Max had remembered the first time he heard Spite talking to him mentally and it did feel similar as he had lost himself in the consciousness of the symbiote that he had paired with. Even though the two had become more than just symbiote and host and shared real feelings with one another Max still found a thrill when Spite took him over completely, feeling his body move of its own accord while he was just a passenger. Was this the Maxe thing, they wondered, were they being taken over by this creature in the Maxe way, and if that was the case what would happen to them if they did just submit?

Would it be the Maxe pleasure of surrender like before?

It was hard for Max to even think as he found himself lowering down to his knees, feeling those smooth hands rub against the equally slick symbiotic rubber that covered their heads. As they were guided downwards they could see that Abrax was fully erect and ready for them while watching them. He wouldn't be guiding them at all or moving to help them, it would be Max and Spite that would have to be the ones that initiated. They would show their surrender to them through sweet submission and service to the other symbiote as they found themselves starting to drool. Max found himself wiping his mouth and as he looked at the throbbing symbiote member in his face he happened to look down and see the black substance on the back of his hand seep in and discolor the surrounding area.

The corruption was growing stronger... somewhere in his mind Max and Spite knew that if they continued with this the real world ramifications could become influential enough to interfere with their work. But as their eyes looked up at the strong, sexy creature in front of him another aspect of their shared mind wondered if that would be such a bad thing. They had already made their lives easier from what Abrax had told them with the money, it seemed like they were only there to help guide them. It wouldn't be such a bad thing to surrender themselves too... even if the idea of doing such a thing would be a foreign thought to them a week ago.

Abrax watched with a bemused look on his face as Spite's mouth slowly opened, his corrupted tongue flicking out in the air before slowly slithering to the member presented to him. Just like with the hand to his face he could feel the influence of the symbiote start to flow into them the second they made contact with it and found themselves relishing the sensation, driving them to submit further as the began to lick against the rubbery length. A deep growl escaped from the symbiote standing above them and they knew that they were doing well, Spite spurring them on while Max found himself delirious from the pleasure they were getting. It was a strange sensation to once more feel like he didn't have control of his faculties but as his own maleness surged with growth he found it hard to even focus on anything but pleasing the other symbiote.

There was more than a shift between the two as Spite moved forward and began to take the shaft he had coiled his tongue around into his mouth. The submission began to seep into the very core of his being and both he and Max found himself reveling in it. They hadn't realized just how much they had been influenced up until that point but as their hands went up and caressed the thighs of the other entity they found their position becoming increasingly natural to them. This was where they were supposed to be, kneeling in front of a superior symbiote and servicing them however they could with their form that belonged to them...

Even Spite's usual mischievous pride wasn't pushing back against this as they felt the thick cock start to push into them deeper. It appeared that Abrax had accepted their submission and was rewarding them for their efforts as well as showing just what their surrender would give them in return. As black lines spread past the lips of the otherwise white latex of the symbiote Spite's desire to submit was growing fast enough that even Max was surprised at it. There was little that was holding them back as far as resistance to the concept of submission to this creature and while that should have been terrifying the two were enjoying themselves immensely, letting out a muffled groan as they allowed the symbiote to stretch out his maw and grip against the sides of his head.

It was the first time in a long time that Max had felt like this and for Spite he could sense that he had never been in such a compromising position before. They were used to being the superior creature, even if Max tried to keep them humbled in that regard even he recognized that their augmented strength and speed gave them the edge over most. All that meant nothing though as they could feel Abrax start to thrust into him, keeping his head still with his hands so that he could push as deeply into them as he wanted. As their head was angled so that it could take even more of it the feel of rubbery symbiotic flesh sliding deep into them was giving them more pleasure then they had ever gotten out of their own form, and Spite had done some pretty kinky things to him that didn't bring about the Maxe incredible sensations.

Abrax was doing more then just pumping his cock down into their throat of the other symbiote, his length increased so he could get down deep and feel those rubbery throat muscles clench against it, with each thrust deep into their stretched out maw he was pushing more of his influence into them. Max and Spite could feel themselves being overwhelmed with this alien presence in their mind but the corruption made it feel like a welcome friend, like something that was supposed to be happening to them as they were being rocked back and forth. This was their natural place and as they saw more black and purple tentacles stretching out of the other symbiote he felt more of the need to be in his embrace. Their entire body began to tingle as the other symbiote started to envelop them, hearing the sweet words to surrender in their head as they were practically pushed against the groin of the creature.

Embrace their new role, be enveloped in his influence, these were the things that echoed around in the head of the symbiotic pair as Abrax hilted their maw with his cock. As they could feel it throbbing deep inside of them their own member was being stimulated as well, a tentacle of symbiotic rubber stroking against is as their body began to quiver from the sensations. Just give in, the voice within them said, become greater under their control... the words were like a siren song as Spite's face was rubbed against the black and purple rubber of Abrax's groin. As they bumped against it tendrils of the symbiotic material stuck to them and they could feel it merging with their own, joining with the engulfing presence of the other man. With the two feet of symbiote cock stuffed inside his maw there was no way to say anything, but Max and Spite knew that they could sense their submission...

Their devotion...

...to their new master.

As soon as the thought crossed their mind the rubbery flesh that was spreading over their body suddenly stretched over to engulf them, and for a brief moment both Max and Spite completely lost themselves as they experienced an orgasm that crashed through their entire form. It was enough to cause the two to wake up with a gasp, feeling his clawed fingers dug deep into his mattress with his hips still thrusting up into the air. They could still feel their mouth stretched open even though there was nothing actually and it took them a few seconds before they dispelled the dream enough to realize that they were alone. Once their climax had subsided their shared body flopped down on the bed once more and their shiny chest heaved up and down from the experience while they struggled to get their faculties aligned once more.

When their senses returned to them Max and Spite realized that their orgasm had not just been solely experienced in the dream as they could feel something puddling on their chest. As Spite withdrew from Max's head he saw that unlike their usual lustful encounters Spite had not stopped them from cumming, though instead of the shiny white symbiotic seed they found that it was black, which stained his stomach as it was reabsorbed back into their system. As Max ran his fingers down the corrupted symbiote flesh he saw the rubber had not just turned black, the fingertips tracing over a purple and gold mark that was emblazoned on his stomach right above his groin. It felt like a mark of ownership... and as he thought back to his encounter with the dream Abrax he wondered how accurate that thought actually was.

"This is getting a little too intense," Max said out loud as he went to his window, letting the cool breeze that was wafting through it try to calm him down as he felt the symbiote on his body shift about anxiously. "Whatever is happening to us has corrupted us further, and it's getting hard to think against such thoughts. What do you think Spite?"

"I think... that we need to meet with Abrax for real," Spite replied, the answer taking Max slightly by surprise. "He will know what is going on with this, if we can talk to him then we will know what is happening between me and him and you can get insight from Iris."

Max frowned slightly at that; it was the exact opposite of what they had been trying to do, but while what Spite said made sense he couldn't tell whether it was because he actually believed that was the solution or if he was being influenced by whatever was happening to them. It seemed to be affecting the symbiote more then him, which made sense as he looked down and saw all the black and purple splotches on his body. Spite almost looked more like Ma-... like Abrax as he sighed and put his head in his hands. He could feel deep down what the solution was in his mind but once more couldn't tell whether this was his thoughts or whatever was happening to them. There was only one thing that he knew for certain as he had Spite cover his face once more, he had to find Iris and Abrax as he jumped out of the window and began to search for the other symbiote.