We Are Riot

6

Drake couldn't believe it. The alien had actually said that he loved him. Now there had been plenty of people in Drake's life that said that they had loved him. Plenty. But they had all fallen away from him, finding better people, leaving Drake alone. But it didn't matter to Drake one bit. He had never really had anyone really love him in that way before.
Just hearing that phrase from his symbiote's lips made Drake feel....appreciated...cared for. He hadn't been appreciated for a long while. But now...ever since Riot had found him and claimed him, Drake had never felt so...at peace.
The second question in his mind was this. How had he not seen what Riot was trying to tell and show him? Was it from pride? Guilt? Shame? Drake didn't know. But he now realized that all the things that the symbiote team leader had done proved his admiration and longing for him.
The third question mulling around in Drake's clever but also slow mind was this: did Riot really love him? Sure, he had spoken it to him earlier, but there were all different kinds of love. Passionate, enduring, playful, deep-friendship, familial, and obsessive love. And of course platonic and romantic love.
Drake didn't even know if Riot understood what love was. Sure the creature was highly sophisticated and a beautiful creature but Drake wasn't sure if the alien could actually physically and mentally feel these types of things.
He sighed as he lay on the couch, resting his eyes for a moment. Eddie and Venom had gone to get a shower when Drake had insisted they go first because he was too tired at the moment. Drake looked up at the ceiling and smiled a little.
Riot had said that he loved him. That huge, massive, dangerous alien telling him that he loved him.
Your thoughts are quite loud.
Drake jumped a little, the voice startling him. Riot fixed his heart rate and pooled out of his chest, rearing his head over his to look down at him.
"Do you mind sharing?" Riot grinned.
"You can read my thoughts, can't you?"
"Only the ones you wish me to, the others I leave alone unless given permission."
"Wow. So you're actually being considerate for once? That's a start," Drake said with a smile.
"Don't make me bite you, Carlton," Riot growled softly. "Unless, of course, you want me to...."
Drake looked up at the gray symbiote and sighed.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do...do you understand what love is?"
"Well, since there is no such thing as love on our planet, we symbiotes have little knowledge of what it actually is."
"Then how do you know...?"
"The hosts we choose can give us their emotional traits if given how long we spend with them," Riot replied. "It works the same way for the hosts as well, gaining traits from their symbiotes."
"So in a few weeks I guess I'll be shooting spikes out of my arms and making maces and scythes with my hands?" Drake joked.
"You're making it very hard to not bite you right now," Riot said but his voice was humorous.
"Sorry." Drake paused. "But...I'm just...I guess I'm just not really sure whether you understand love or not."
"As I said, I have a limited amount of knowledge of the subject," Riot said. "The only symbiote who has been able to completely and honestly love their hosts is my father."
"Oh."
"You might know him." Drake paused for a long moment.
"Wait, is...Venom...he's your father?"
"My parent. Symbiotes reproduce asexually, so there doesn't need to be a mate involved. Usually, though, if not all the time, the relationship between parent and spawn is conditional. Most times, the parent births the spawn and then forgets about it, only to have the spawn show up later to try to kill its parent."
"Why?"
"Klyntar is a complex species," Riot explained. "We do not usually discuss such things with our....Others..."
"Others?" Drake was intrigued.
"Hosts we bond to and stay with until they die," Riot explained softly. "And I promise you, Carlton, I will be with you until death."
Drake chuckled a little.
"Why did that sound an awful lot like a marriage confession?" he asked. Riot grinned wider as he inched closer down towards Drake.
"Smart kid," he hummed.
"Hey, I'll have you know I'm thirty-eight, so don't you go calling me a kid."
"Hmm, you look young enough," Riot replied, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "You also look very tempting right now...like a little snack..."
Just then, the bathroom door opened and Eddie stepped out. Seeing the two on the couch, he cleared his throat.
"Uh...I...I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," he muttered. Venom snickered.
"Eddie, let's go get some chocolate," he said. "Then afterwards we can go find some bad guys!"
"Uh, alright." Eddie turned to Drake and Riot. "Feel free to take whatever you want from the kitchen. V and I will be back in a little while."
"Thanks," Drake replied as he stood up. "Eddie?"
Eddie stopped and looked back inquiringly.
"Thanks. For everything," Drake said. "I...we appreciate it."
"No problem," Eddie smiled. Then he and Venom were gone, the door closing behind them.
Riot turned to Drake, his grin widening, saliva dripping past his teeth.
"Are you hungry again? Please, we literally just ate—"
Riot silenced him with a wicked chuckle.
"Get in the shower, Carlton," he growled.

Drake slumped down in the shower until he was sitting down, the symbiote ravishing him with gentle, persistent attention. The tentacles slipped over his wet skin and the makeshift dildo around his lower section squeezed and sucked rhythmically, another tentacle slowly and tenderly fucking him. The wet sounds made Drake gasp and moan, making Riot growl in satisfaction.
"So sensitive. Barely made it past three minutes, little snack."
Riot hummed. He could hear Drake's little heart pounding in his chest, enjoying the way Drake submitted easily and didn't put up a fuss.
"Carlton...."
Drake shuddered as the tongue dragged slowly all along his chest and neck, stopping up just near to his lips, softly passing over them in a whisper of a question.
"Do it," Drake panted.
Riot rumbled as he slipped his tongue into that warm, pretty mouth and smiled as the man weakly tried to suck on it. He feasted on the chemicals and reactions that Drake fed to him, greedily guzzling it down, feeling quite full and satisfied in the first three minutes. Drake was always such a needy little bitch at heart.
Good boy, Carlton. Doing so well, not putting up a struggle.
Drake mumbled something around the saliva and the thick tongue occupying his throat. Riot chuckled and shoved the tip down a little further to make him gag and then pulled it out, licking his lips and then his chin.
"You're so delicious, little snack," Riot growled. "I could just eat you right now if you wanted...bite you...repair the damage along the way...how does that sound?"
The tentacle inside his ass fucking vibrated and Drake yelped, making Riot laugh.
"Glad you agree," he whispered and then proceeded with his task.

"Riot...."
"Hmm?"
"P-please...."
A low, rough growl. The sound of a large jaw opening and a soft squelch as something was shoved into the man's mouth.
Drake moaned around the tongue as it entered his mouth for the second time that night. They lay on the couch now, Riot hovering over Drake, his predatory mouth close to the other's, his long teeth gently pressing up against the soft, fleshy lips.
Drake shuddered beneath the starving predator, his eyes screwed shut as the tongue thrust into him, every moment causing him to whine. Drake was pinned down heavily against the couch, soft bands of Riot's tendrils pushing him down into it, immobilizing him.
Riot rumbled as the man gagged behind the tongue, gripping the tendrils like a life saver that served as a holding mechanism for the moment.
Drake could still feel the sting of the love bites Riot had surrounded him with, along with the horrendous amounts of hickeys and bruises peppering his soft, fragile body. Sometimes Riot got carried away and forgot how powerful he was and much his easily breakable little human could take.
Mine. Mine.
Yours....
Carlton....my little Other....
R-riot...
Riot carefully pulled his tongue out inch by inch, slowly, pressing the tip of it along the inside of the esophagus, making Drake whimper. Finally, the tongue was extracted, leaving enormous amounts of alien drool that dribbled down Drake's chin and chest. Riot hummed and licked it up.
"Oh....shit...that was hot..." Drake breathed as he tried to gain his breath back.
"We've done it before, Carlton," Riot teased. "You just didn't remember it."
Drake said nothing and only sighed, contentment swarming his body.
"Now....do you know that I love you?"
"Which way?" Drake asked, feeling cocky. Riot leaned down close.
"Don't pretend, Carlton. I know everything about you," the alien symbiote purred.
"Then yes, I do believe that you love me."
"Mmm, good answer." Riot gave him a big, wet, appreciative kiss on the lips before pulling back a little, looking down at his flushed and sweaty human.
"How loud were we?" Drake asked timidly. Riot chuckled as he pressed a toothy maw against the man's temple in a quiet kiss.
"You were the one being loud, I was merely giving you what you wanted," the alien replied softly against his ear.
"Yeah, we could hear you all the way from Mrs. Chen's," a voice said.
Drake and Riot both started and looked up. Seeing a timid, embarrassed Eddie and a smug, grinning Venom halfway through the apartment window.
"And that is why we should have gone to our apartment," Riot said.

There will be more to come soon, don't worry, this is not the end! I will warn you, I might not be able to get on Wattpad for around two weeks as it's going to be Thanksgiving break soon and I will want to spend time with family and friends. I will work on it hopefully when I have the time those two weeks but if not, I will see you readers whenever it's time. Thank you so much! 😌😌