We Are Riot

7

Yes, I am alive, people! 🙌🙌 Posting this at 12:14 p.m. bc I have nothing else to do and am bored sooo....here I go! I will try to post more sometime next week as well!

Ever since that night in Eddie and Venom's apartment, life soon got better for Drake and Riot. Obviously they moved back to their apartment and nothing was said about that night and they were content.
Weeks went by. Drake finally got the job he wanted and was soon nearly at the top of the business realm in that particular office. He got good pay and was mostly content of how it worked out for him.
Riot on the other hand, was not as quite enthusiastic about this new change. Sure, he was happy that his host had finally came back from a rough moment to getting to become the second in command in his job, but there was something missing. Every day, Drake would wake up and do his job. He would come back, maybe eat dinner if he felt the need to, and then work some more on his computer.
Riot was frustrated. Before this new job, they had always had time for each other. But now...now they barely had time. There had to be a way to incorporate their moments into their every day routine, right?
Riot wasn't an emotionally attached creature by nature, but that still didn't mean that he didn't have a thing for Carlton. I mean, who was he kidding? That sad, little meat-bag was everything to him. Riot could have easily discarded the man and had taken another suitable host. But no. No...he wanted to be with this perfect man. Hear his heart beat, his thoughts whirl, see his eyes express the various emotions that humans had, his smile was so soft...he was the perfect host. Gave Riot everything. Except for now when they had this new job.
Speaking about this new job, Riot had noticed that one of the females from Drake's workplace had been secretly eyeing him. Riot had involuntarily bristled at that, hating the way the woman looked at his human! Carlton was his! Only his! How dare that thin, weak bitch look at him like that!
And what made it worse was that Drake started catching feelings for this wrench! Feelings! Riot practically seethed with uncontrollable fury. What happened to we? Why happened to Carlton and Riot? Not Carlton and Miss Flirty! Riot and Carlton! And only Riot and Carlton! No one would ever cross between what was his and get say without a fair, just punishment!
Riot was getting pretty antsy. He needed a break. He needed to express his frustration about this new situation that had so suddenly and aggressively taken over their relationship. Of course, the two still talked, but there was something missing. And Riot knew what that something was.
Drake had gotten the woman's number and was texting her, much to Riot's disproval. He huffed, extending a tendril to lazily but very possessively curl around the man's shoulder, squeezing it gently but firmly.
Carlton....
"I know, I know, but she wanted to talk," Carlton replied as his fingers crossed over the keyboard.
I am fed up with this shit. Haley needs to leave us alone.
"She's leaving you alone."
I meant we as in us, Carlton. You and me.
"And why do you think that?" Carlton continued to text.
She obviously wants to claim you. She likes you.
"What can I say? I'm a good looking guy."
Don't get cocky....
"And what are you going to do about it? Eat me? I don't think so."
Hmm....actually, I could.
"But you won't because you can't live without me," Carlton replied quickly.
That's true. But I won't be leaving you anytime soon, Riot said. The tendril snaked down the man's shoulder and curled around his chest, tightening almost to the point where it hurt. Don't get any ideas into your head about Haley.
"I'm a man, of course I'm going to have ideas," Drake sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Look, could you just give me a break?"
You want me to give you a break? What happened to what I want? Riot snarled.
"We are not having this conversation again, please."
Oh, yes, we are! Just because you're my ride doesn't mean that you can boss me around like I'm some sort of cheap prize!
"Riot, can we not talk about this, right now?"
Fine. But be sure that your actions will have consequences if you proceed to follow along with this Haley person.
"I'm trying to be nice!"
Well, I don't want to be nice! I want to feed! Feel flesh between my teeth and the blood gushing down my throat! And do you know who my first victim would be?
"Don't say it."
Haley.
"Shut up!"
Of course. Go right on along with your very important conversation. I'm sure I won't be needed in this.
The tendril snapped back inside Drake, letting the force of it slam against his lungs, pushing most of the air out, making the man gasp.
"Asshole," he muttered and continued texting.
Riot did not reply.