We Are Riot

1

Drake groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Blinking rapidly as the bright sun shone down on his face, he sighed in defeat but also thankfulness.
Slowly sitting up, he realized that he had made it out alive. How? How could he have survived that? All the flames? The drop? How did he even manage to get himself on shore?
Stop thinking, idiot, your thoughts are too loud!
Drake jumped and his heart pounded.
"R-riot?" he breathed, startled. "Is that you?"
Yes, came the grumbling reply.
"But...but I saw you! You burned!"
Well, I didn't! Do you have any idea how long it took me to heal both you and me?
Drake was a little put down at the symbiote's lack of usage of "we" or "us" but it didn't really seem to matter at the moment.
"I'm hungry," Drake said as he stood to his feet, a little shakily, and he couldn't help but notice that Riot steadied him. He smiled a little.
I have already eaten, Riot replied, his deep voice resounding in Drake's head. What they had eaten, Drake didn't want to know.
"Alright. Just hang tight until I get something to eat. Then we need to find somewhere safe to hide out in."

Drake was careful as he walked along the busy streets of San Francisco. It wasn't every day a symbiote rampaged through the Life Foundation and killed half the people there, having overtaken the most important leader in the operation. He had to be quiet and not draw attention to himself.
But if he had known, he was barely recognizable. His shirt was torn and he was wet and messy. People would just think he was an average homeless guy. Drake wasn't the brightest person in the world, even if he was a genius.
Stop thinking so loud, Riot growled. The voice reverberated in Drake's mind, causing him to get a splitting head ache. He winced as he kept on walking.
"I'm sorry."
You should be.
Something dangerous seemed to growl out of Riot's voice, causing Drake to shiver. It shouldn't have happened. Drake felt a little twinge at his gut and he felt a little warm. But he resolutely shook it off and continued on his way.

Drake stumbled into his apartment a few hours later and collapsed on the couch.
Get up. You need to eat.
"Since when do you care about me and my problems?" Drake snapped back, but he got up and headed over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he spotted a plate of food. Taking it out, he grabbed a smoothie in his freezer and headed back to the couch.
Hmph. I would have picked a different host if I knew you were a vegan, Riot grumbled.
"Listen, it's my choice," Drake replied as he sank down onto the couch again.
Pathetic.
Drake continued to eat. As he ate, his thoughts wandered.
Were Eddie and Venom still alive? If so, they couldn't stop them...yet. Why were Venom and Eddie a perfect match and actually cared about each other? Used words such as "we" and "us". They weren't like other symbiotes who bonded with their hosts. Riot was just a normal symbiote...a parasite. But there was something about Venom that intrigued Drake.
Why are you thinking about Venom? That bitch nearly killed us! Riot snapped. Drake paused.
Us? Did Riot just use the word us?
"I'm just curious, that's all."
Well, they're dead! I saw Venom burn to death in the flames. And stop thinking so loud!
"Well, if you don't like my thoughts then just leave," he replied simply.
I can't do that.
"Oh? Why?"
Riot was quiet and Drake smirked, thinking he had won. But then his empty plate was suddenly seized in a gray tentacle and smashed down onto the floor, sending shards of glass everywhere. Drake yelped and pulled his feet up towards his chest as his smoothie was suddenly wrenched from his grip and discarded onto the floor.
"R-riot?" he asked, a frightened tremble in his voice.
Carlton.....
That low growl was enough to make Drake's breath hitch and his heart beat faster when he felt the tingling sensation as Riot came out to face him.
Riot wasn't as beautiful as Venom, but Drake thought the symbiote was suddenly more attractive than before. Those large, white eyes rimmed with red veins through them. The rocky, fine texture of Riot's "skin". The rippling, flowing motion of whatever liquid he was made out of flowing inside and out of Drake like a machine. And those teeth! Riot was definitely not as bulky as Venom, but he was stronger somehow.
After a few moments on intense silence, Drake finally managed to squeak out,
"Wh..what did I say?"
"Carlton..." Riot's voice was a low growl. "You seriously are such a dumbass."
"Wh..what?"
"Get a shower."
Drake stared.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Drake," Riot warned, gripping him tightly from inside.
Drake nodded and did as he was told.
It felt very awkward knowing that he didn't have any privacy anymore. Knowing that there was always going to be something...someone ....watching you every moment, every second.
As he undressed and turned the water on to let it heat up, Drake spoke to Riot.
"Uh, do you mind...?"
No.
"Okay...."
There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Carlton, Riot said, a hint of amusement sparking in his rough voice. Unless, of course, there is.....
Drake shuddered as he felt himself getting hard. He didn't know whether it was from Riot or from himself. He panicked a little, hoping the symbiote hadn't noticed and stepped into the shower. Turning it to cold now, he tried not to think about his dick and how hard it was making life right now.
"Why did you protect me?" Drake asked, turning the conversation around so he could catch a break. "I thought you and I weren't like Brock and Venom."
You speak of those two again and I'll bite your dick off, Riot sneered. Feeling the man's throat constrict and his dick twitch pathetically, Riot hummed low.
Carlton, he purred, your heart rate has risen quite rapidly. Are you alright?
"I'm f-fine," Drake mumbled out pathetically. He watched as a thick gray tentacle floated out from him and turned the handle all the way to the right so that the water became warm and steamy.
Your blood flow has increased to your lower area, Riot mused. Should we do something about it?
There is was again. That usage of them both. We.
Drake swallowed thickly.
"W-well, I don't know, Riot, I—" He was cut off when the tentacle that had previously been on the handle curled around his member and he gasped, eyes widening. That tentacle engulfed his dick, making it look puny....not that it already was.
For something so large and menacing, Riot was extremely gentle with how he handled Drake.
I've always been curious about the human body, Riot said as he slowly began stroking Drake's cock. Drake bit his lip and tried to hold back a whimper. Now that I live in one, I should be able to experiment a little.
"Just...be careful," Drake whispered. Riot chuckled, the odd sound shaking Drake's bones.
You are such a stupid little human, he growled. I've been doing everything I could to show you how much you needed me. That you needed us. He squeezed the small member and Drake whined. The rocket, the explosion, it was all there, Carlton. But you and your thick headed skull didn't see it, did you?
"Wh...what are you talking uggghn," Drake grunted as Riot began pumping his dick, slowly, methodically, gently.
You. Are mine.
Drake's heart was pounding so hard in his chest at this point he knew it was beyond unnoticeable to the symbiote. The possessiveness in which Riot spoke made him tremble and leak out an embarrassing amount of pre cum. Riot chuckled as more tentacles came out now, touching Drake's body, caressing him, fondling him.
Drake didn't understand how the symbiote knew about arousal or pleasure. Did they even have sexual intercourse on their planet? With their species? Drake didn't know. But what he did know was that he was going to be in for a ride.
Hmm, yeeessss. Such a long, sweet ride for my good, wonderful little boy, Riot purred.
Drake couldn't stop as the moan escaped his lips. Clapping a hand over his mouth, he watched as Riot's head now emerged from his back and circled around to face him, gently tugging his arm down so that his mouth was exposed.
"Oh, don't hide those wonderfully delicious sounds," he growled. "I want to hear them all."
Drake's face flushed a dramatic pink as Riot crowded him up against the wet shower wall, only what seemed like a few centimeters from his face.
"Riot, I—" Drake was suddenly stopped in mid-sentence when one of Riot's tentacles softly circled his entrance. He shuddered and his toes curled.
"Yes, Carlton? You were saying?"
"Oh, god, I—"
"Not a god, Carlton. Only Riot," Riot chuckled, enjoying how the man squirmed in his grip.
"Please.....Riot, please..."
"I know you want it."
"No, Riot....n-no...t-take it...."
"I won't hurt you, Carlton," Riot assured the trembling man, understanding the emotions. "This is your first time. I will be gentle. Trust me."
Drake was silent for a few moments, standing there, trembling and whimpering. Finally, he nodded his head once. Riot grinned wider.
"Good boy," he purred.
The first thrust made Drake clench and yelp. He was sure he would have a heart attack if this kept up. Riot fixed his heart rate down to a reasonable level and gently caressed the man's face with a gray tendril.
"Relax," he whispered.
Drake took in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out again slowly. Riot waited for a moment before he continued his journey. He thrust in again, and Drake whined but didn't resist. Riot smirked and soon was fucking Drake nice and slow, gentle and warm.
Tentacles covered Drake's naked body, across his chest, around his arms, legs and feet, stroking his face, sides, and hips. Two tentacles came around and started squeezing his ass. Drake gasped and tried to resist, but Riot was strong and held him up against the wall easily.
"See, Drake? Nothing to be afraid of," Riot cooed. "I would never hurt you."
Drake shuddered as the tongue crept out of Riot's mouth towards his face. Venom's tongue was long but Riot had another weird attribute to him. He had a lot more saliva.
Drake could feel the heat pooling in his stomach as Riot licked him, dragging that utterly disgusting thing across his face in a seductive, lustful manner, leaving a fair amount of alien saliva across his face. It smelled strange and familiar, but Drake couldn't place it. Riot chuckled.
"Yes, Drake. It smells like lube."
"How the fuck do you even know what that smells like?!" Drake cried out in surprised confusion.
"I know a lot of things that you would not expect," Riot replied. "And I know that this makes you feel oh, so good."
At the word this, the tentacle inside of Drake slammed up against his prostate, making him scream.
"R-riot!" he yelled.
"So loud," the symbiote teased.
Riot continued to abuse his prostate, laughing wickedly. A tentacle slipped into Drake's mouth a little and gently caressed his tongue. More tentacles spread over Drake's body, lifting him up so that his legs came off the floor and arched as if he was sitting on a chair. His eyes widened as Riot lowered his head down towards his crotch.
"Wait, wait—" he pleaded and Riot sneered.
"Don't be such a baby, Carlton," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Drake's cock.
Drake could feel it. He was about to cum.
"Riot, I'm gonna...I'm gonna—" he gasped out but Riot only growled and his tentacle began sucking around his dick, making Drake moaned in frustration.
"Please, please," the man begged.
"Beg."
"R-riot....please....p-please...l-let me c-cum..."
"More...." Riot teased Drake mercilessly as he pounded into him ferociously now, sucking harder and dragging his tongue along the man's smooth chest and up towards his mouth.
"R-riot! Please! I—I can't....can't h-hold it in anymore!"
"Say you're mine."
"I..I'm yours, Riot! I'm yours!"
"All mine."
"I-I'm all y-yours!"
"Yessss. All mine. Now you may cum."
Riot looses his grip from around Drake's dick and watched as the man let loose. Drake was by no means a big man, in fact, he was a twig. Riot relished the thought of easily putting him in his place, forcing him to beg and whine, easily bending him over the nearest object and fucking him senseless.
"Good boy, Carlton," Riot purred as he watched the cum slid off Drake's chest and legs as the water rinses him off. "Did so well for your first time."
"Y-yeah..." Drake muttered softly as he reached for the soap. He winced a little as he felt Riot slow down inside of him and slowly and gently pulled his tentacle out of the man's ass. A long, wet, utterly embarrassing sound reached Drake's ears and he nearly collapsed onto the shower floor. Riot chuckled, only his head visible now.
"Do you know what this means now, Carlton?" he asked.
"What?" Drake wondered, still a little breathless from the whole new experience.
"We're bonded now."
Drake stopped and the rag hesitated as it paused at his chest.
"What?" he breathed.
"We're bonded, Carlton. We're one."
"We....we're one?" Drake asked, eyes lighting up.
"Yes. There is no more I or me now, do you understand? There is only "us" and "we" now." Riot tenderly licked Drake under the chin and smiled.
"We," Drake muttered half to himself.
"Yes. We." Drake looked at Riot now and saw that the gray symbiote was staring at him. "Now hopefully you understand why I protected you."
"Thank you," he whispered. Riot hummed and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"You're welcome."
"Did...did you just kiss me?" he asked, slightly surprised.
"Well, if you're not sure..."
Riot leaned in towards Drake again and smiled as they touched. He allowed his tongue to slip into the man's mouth and hummed as the man responded by licking up his long muscle. His tongue wasn't nearly as long as Venom's but still it did the trick. Thrusting it down Drake's throat, Riot purred softly as he licked up and down the man's esophagus, enjoying listening to his broken moans.
Once Riot sensed that Drake was running out of air, he pulled back and allowed the man to breathe.
"Oh, fuck...." Drake shuddered as the tongue left him.
"Too much for you?" Riot teased.
They were silent for a few moments, Drake washing down before speaking up again.
"So what does this mean for us now?" he wondered.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, where will we go? We're obviously not safe here, and—"
"You worry too much," Riot said, silencing him with a soft tentacle against his lips. "Let me worry about things. I will protect us. Trust me. Now get dressed. We need to leave."