We Are Riot

4

Drake didn't know how long he had been out but when he finally woke, he knew he was not where he was supposed to be. A splitting headache made him wince and his eyes hurt as the light in the house fell on his face. Sighing tiredly, he realized that he was on a couch, and an empty plate of food was sitting on the table next to him.
Suddenly he started.
Riot? he whispered in their mind.
Dumb idiot, came the disgruntled reply, but Riot emerged and looked down at him now, making the man smile a little.
"Thanks for the very enthusiastic greeting," he said, just now realizing that his voice sounded a little hoarse. "What's happening to us? Where are we?"
"We were hungry and went in search of food," Riot replied calmly. "You fainted in a store."
"But..but how did I get here then? This isn't my apartment."
Before Riot could answer, the door opened and Eddie stepped through, carrying more bags of food. Drake's heart level rose in confused understanding and Riot graciously fixed it for him.
Are you kidding me? We're in Brock's apartment?
We could always leave if you wish. They don't particularly like having us here, Riot replied. They were arguing the whole time you were asleep.
"Hey," Eddie said as he noticed that the man was awake. He seemed nervous, but that was just an Eddie thing.
"Hey," Drake said, now slowly sitting up.
"I got you some more food if you want," the man said as he came over. "You okay with raw meat? I didn't exactly have time to make it properly and Riot's prolly about to bite my head off, so..."
"I'll take it," Riot growled. Eddie paused, not sure what the symbiote meant.
"Uh....huh?" he asked, his eyes widening a little.
Not waiting for an answer, Riot extended a tentacle and snatched the packages of meat out of Eddie's hands and whisked them back over to them. Ripping them open, he growled in satisfaction as he devoured the chunks in quick, savage bites, swallowing and then licking his lips a little.
"Tastes good, but it's dead," he snorted. "I need live meat."
"Riot—-" Drake began, but Riot only gave him a severe look and he shut up.
"Live meat," he repeated. "I need to feel it struggling, the blood rushing down my throat as I sever its head."
"Ugh, that's descriptive," Eddie muttered. "Well, I don't think that Drake really wants that."
"He is not important right now, he has already eaten. It is my hunger that needs to be sated!" Riot growled.
"Well, I'd really like it if we didn't just go out and kill the first person we saw," Drake said.
"You're being selfish," Riot snapped.
"So...do you know why I fainted?" Drake asked Eddie. "I mean, it was kind of random. That's why I'm wondering."
"Well, the same thing happened to me when I first had Venom," Eddie explained. "Because my body saw the alien as a threat, I had a fever and everything."
"So you think that my body might be trying to reject Riot?"
"That could be one option," Eddie said and then paused.
Drake suddenly felt a slight tug in his body and could feel gallons of checked rage seeping through Riot's entire being.
"What?" Drake seemed higher alert as he looked at the man's concerned face.
"Well, there was this other thing that happened to me," the journalist said. "When we...Venom and I...went back to the hospital, we found out that Venom had been eating my insides."
Drakes eyebrows shot up and Riot's dam of pent up emotions burst forth.
"What?" he whispered. Riot was immediately responsive.
"Are you suggesting I'm eating him?" he snarled, bristling. "How dare you!"
Venom came out now and growled.
"You're a parasite, Riot," he sneered. "All you do is take."
"Riot, are you eating my insides?" Drake asked, looking up at his symbiote in mild horror.
"No," the powerful symbiote grunted, looking away for a second.
"We didn't know if that's what might be happening but we wanted to make sure," Eddie said. Riot snarled at him, causing him to flinch back.
"I am not eating him! Now leave him alone! I'm done listening to your pathetic reasons! Drake and I don't need your help! I can—"
"Riot..."
Riot looked at Drake now and the man's large, brown eyes stared up at him. "Let's just listen, okay? We don't have to agree with everything they at, but we could at least listen."
Riot sighed and grumbled.
"Fine. But make it quick," he snapped.
"Any suggestions?" Drake asked.
"Have you ever thought about chocolate?" Eddie questioned, still staying a safe distance away from the two.
"What?" Riot snorted. "What kind of joke is that?"
"No, I'm serious, it's worked for Venom and me," Eddie said. Venom decided to come out now and hovered protectively over Eddie's shoulder.
"It's helped our cravings of brains," he added. "It contains phenylalanine."
"You're joking," Riot said but he sounded interested.
"Chocolate is our first go-to whenever V feels like he needs to chow down," Eddie said, giving his symbiote a smile and scratched him under the chin, making him purr and leaned into the touch.
Riot snorted.
"Oh, and they're nicknaming each other now," he sneered. "That's disgusting."
"You're just jealous because you and Drake will never achieve what Eddie and I have," Venom replied as he wrapped a few tendrils around Eddie.
Riot said nothing at this and Drake took the opportunity to ask another question.
"So...why do they need phenylalanine?" he wondered curiously.
"Apparently it's the same chemical one can find in brains," Eddie replied as he headed to the kitchen again to grab a bite to eat himself. "It's easier, but not cheaper, that's for sure. I think V and I go through ten bags of chocolate a day."
"Holy crap," Drake muttered. He snuck a look at Riot and the team leader symbiote only stared at the two losers in front of them. He could still feel the alien's frustration and anger at those two. "So...all we need is to consume large amounts of chocolate and we're good?"
"Well, there always is the possibility that V could go into one of his crazed states and demand a head now and then but we're mostly content to just stick to chocolate."
"That's right! We only eat bad guys! Protect the innocent!" Venom hummed in agreement.
"Hmfph," Riot grumbled.
"Hey, uh, you okay? You have some bruises on you," Eddie said as he stared at Drake. "Did you fall or something?"
"Well seeing as I collapsed in a store, yes, probably," Drake replied. Riot chuckled humorously next to him, knowing the real reason behind the bruises and dark markings.
"Do you need anything for them? I have some ice in the freezer we could use—" Eddie began, but Riot interrupted.
"Drake is fine," Riot growled, somewhat annoyed that the puny human wanted to help. "It's nothing to worry about."
"You sure? I mean, they look kinda bad."
"He's fine," Riot growled a little more forcefully and his demeanor changed from wary to aggressive in less than a second.
"Okay, okay, just wondering," Eddie said, leaving the topic and backing away further, putting his arms up in a submissive manner. "Well, V and I gotta go, we have an appointment with someone." Eddie sighed and stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Feel free to stay here if you want or you could leave. We don't mind."
"Yes, we do, Eddie," Venom growled, glaring at Riot. Eddie hushed him and went out the door.
As soon as the door closed behind those two, Riot turned to Drake.
"You're obsessed," Riot growled as he turned to face Drake.
"What?"
"You enjoy learning about Brock and Venom's relationship."
"Uh...y-yeah, I do, but only because I want to help ours."
"We. Aren't like them." Riot's growl was so low it vibrated. Drake closed his eyes for a moment to try and stop the weird, tingling sensation spreading through his body. "We are in no condition to leave just yet," Riot stated, smiling at the man's feeble efforts but ignoring them for now. "We must rest first before moving on."
"Yes, but it doesn't feel right staying here," Drake said. "We're not really on good terms with those two."
"Hmm. Agreed. Fine," Riot extended a tendril and grabbed a Hershey bar from the table next to them and brought it up towards Drake's face. "This...chocolate...seems interesting. Contains phenylalanine, the chemical in brains. We should try it."
"I'm not a sweets type of person," Drake mumbled and pushed the bar of chocolate away.
"You don't get a choice. Eat it."
Drake looked up at Riot and saw that the symbiote was impatiently holding it out towards him.
"I really don't think—" he began, but Riot shoved one chunk into his mouth, making him jump in surprise.
"You don't get a choice," Riot repeated with a smirk.
Drake glared at him but ate the chocolate. Riot himself took another bar and swallowed it eagerly.
"Hmm. Tasty," he growled around mouthfuls. "Almost better than brains."
"Glad to hear that," Drake replied.
"Oh, don't be cranky, Carlton," Riot sneered as the man rolled his eyes. "You like it."
Drake said nothing as he finished eating the chocolate bar and leaned back against the couch.
"You're so complicated," Drake finally said.
"What's wrong with being complicated, hmm?" Riot growled softly and lowered his head down so he and Drake were eye to eye. "You like it when I take control."
Drake swallowed and didn't say anything but knew that it was true. He had lived most of his life in control of situations, but when he was with Riot...he was the subordinate. And he kind of liked it. It was different, sure, but there was something intoxicating about how the symbiote made him do things without question. But he dare not show this to Riot. Riot was already so power-hungry who knows what it could do to him if he confessed his secret desire.
Riot hummed and hovered over the man, his liquid skin flowing gently.
"We should leave soon," he said. "I don't like being here with them."
"We'll leave first thing tomorrow, alright?" Drake assured him.
"Of course."
Riot seemed compliant with that answer and a little thrum of something passed through them both. It was warm and hot in the pit of his stomach and made Drake shiver.
"The chemicals produced from this chocolate are powerful," Riot growled softly. "I almost feel as if I have devoured a whole human. It feels....pleasant in a way. Almost like...hunger...but not."
Drake's heart pounded in his chest. Was Riot horny because he ate some chocolate? The heat was rapidly spreading through his body was slowly making him uncomfortable and he shifted a little to try to cool off.
"Uh, Riot? Is it just me or is it getting hot?" he asked, not able to bear to look at the symbiote.
"Whatever do you mean, Carlton?" Riot purred as his head gently bumped against Drake's.
"The chocolate...I think it's affecting us..."
"Hmm, yes...it feels so good, doesn't it?"
"It's...so...hot," Drake whimpered as his face became flushed and he began to sweat, feeling unbearably needy. His dick throbbed with want and he bit his lip to suppress a whine.
"You're aroused because of chocolate?" Riot smirked with a wicked chuckle. "Oh, Carlton, you're so weak. You only had one bar and you're already begging for me to assist you." The gray symbiote dauntlessly slid a tentacle down Drake's chest and slipped underneath his pants and boxers.
"Whoa! Whoa! What are you—" Drake cried, alarmed, scrambling to get away but Riot fixed him against the couch easily.
"You obviously need release," Riot growled slyly. "I can help you, Carlton....it will feel so good, just like that night when I assisted you in your apartment."
"But...but—" Drake paused for a second to try to slow his beating heart. Riot hadn't fixed it this time.
"If you think this is a mutual friendship, you're wrong," Riot said quietly. "We're not friends, Drake. Only host and symbiote. No feelings for each other. No friendship. No relationship. Only trying to make us feel good."
"So you...Ah...you're saying this isn't.... mmm...like a little weird or anything? Because it totally is," Drake whispered as Riot slowly began sliding his pants and boxers off and gently pumping his dick.
"No one has to know," Riot smiled as he pressed harder. "We're the only one's here. Nothing to be ashamed of when no one's here, silly."
"But....it's not normal for this to happen," Drake moaned in pleasure as Riot drank in his arousal, letting his tongue pass over the man's neck.
"Is it? Those two losers probably fuck every night," Riot grunted as he continued to aggressively pump the rapidly hardening member. "But we're not going to fuck, are we, Carlton? We're not like them. We're just going to jerk you off nice and slow and then we're going to leave. It's that simple."
He was trying so hard to hint at Drake that he actually adored him and would rail him at a second's notice, but Drake didn't seem to take it the right way. At least he didn't understand completely because the emotions Riot received were panicked, desperate, and flustered.
Riot fairly drooled with lust.
Riot sneered as Drake whimpered in his grip, feebly trying to escape the awful pleasure that controlled his aching dick. The man gasped and his eyes were closed, tears leaking out the sides. Riot laughed and squeezed harder.
"Arousal by chocolate," he growled low in the man's ear. "We could get used to this if this is what happens every single time, Carlton."
It wasn't long until Carlton let loose.
"Fuck it, Riot, we're in Brock's apartment!" he whined as the orgasm wrecked his body.
Riot laughed loudly and grinned demonically as the clear liquid spilled out onto the couch.
"And who's problem is that?" he asked. "I'm not the one who cummed like a sensitive, little bitch."
"I'm not a...oh.." Carlton moaned as he felt Riot's teeth against his throat, gently scraping against his soft skin.
"You're right, Carlton. Humans are disposable," Riot whispered, breath hot against the man's sweaty skin. "What could stop me from plunging my teeth into you right now?" And for emphasis, he gently pressed his maw around the tan neck, earning a frightened gasp from the man as his teeth softly pierced the skin.
"Please....R-riot....n-no..." Drake begged, wanting the symbiote away from his neck. Riot chuckled and pulled back, grinning widely.
"I like how your heart races in fear," he mused. "It's almost endearing." After a few moments of silence, he went back inside, leaving Drake to pull his boxers and pants up again.
We need to leave, he said.
"But I'm tired," the flustered and still slightly terrified man replied. "Won't be able to make it home."
That's why you have me, Riot growled. We'll be fine. Get home and then we can rest. We can forget all about Brock and Venom.
"Fine."
As Drake headed out Brock's apartment, Riot added,
We should buy more chocolate.
"We'll see," Drake replied in a shaky, sort of strained voice.
Riot smirked.
We will.