We Are Riot

8

Drake hurried into his room and opened the closet door.
"Help me find something to wear," he said to the alien. He was kind of worried as Riot had not been very vocal today at all but that was probably because the symbiote had been pouting.
Wasn't pouting, Riot grunted. And no, I won't. Find something yourself. It's your date after all.
"Fine, I will," Drake replied, a little annoyed. He grabbed a nice looking outfit and then went to the bathroom to change.

Drake walked into the restaurant and found a booth where he and Haley could sit undisturbed. Soon Haley appeared at the front of the restaurant.
"This is a me thing, not a we thing, alright?" Drake muttered to the alien.
Everything seems to be a you thing nowadays, Riot spat.
"Don't touch her, don't talk to her, don't make a scene, alright?"
Fine.
"Good. I appreciate it."
Drake smiled as he approached Haley. Haley smiled back.
Haley was of average height, with long, brown hair and big, brown eyes. She was wearing a tightly-fitted dress and wore heels to match. Her skin was a beautiful tan and looked as smooth and as soft as...
"You ready?" she asked him.
"Of course," Drake replied, startling. "You look great. It's a nice dress."
"Well, thanks. You look great, too." Haley said with another one of her smiles. Drake followed her to where their booth was, feeling the pent up emotions of his symbiote inside of him.
"So, how was work today?" she asked the man. "I know we work at the same place and all," she laughed, "but I was just wondering how it went."
"Pretty well," Drake replied with a nod. "I don't think that anything new has changed in my schedules."
"Yesterday I heard that Tyler was being let off."
"What? Why?"
"I think it was something that had to do with all the things that were happening in his life, I don't know. The guy needed a break anyway."
"Hmm."
They ordered their food, talking the whole time and laughing about different topics they discussed. Even so, there were awkward moments of silence in which Drake wishes could be filled up. At least for him when awkward silences came along, Riot would just fill them up for him.
Drake tried to reach out to Riot through their bond, but the symbiote was still sulking. Maybe he shouldn't have—
"Carlton?"
Carlton looked up to see Haley looking at him from across the table.
"Hmm?"
"You alright? You seem....lost in thought."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just....tired you know?"
"Understandable."
Haley went on again about something but Drake wasn't listening. His mind was on Riot. He knew he had told the alien to be quiet, but seriously, internal dialogue? Where was that? Riot wasn't even commenting on things which he normally did. It worried Drake a little. Was Riot actually letting him have time alone?
Jeez, he felt so cruel. How miserable this must be for Riot. I mean, the alien didn't exactly like Haley and he had forced him to be quiet this whole time. It was only fair to reward him later, right?
"Carlton?"
Carlton came back into the world and saw that Haley was trying to get his attention again.
"Oh. Sorry," he replied lamely. "Go on."
"Are you sure you're okay? If you've been working too hard, I could always ask our boss to lower your paperwork."
"Uh..." Carlton's blood rushed as Haley leaned forwards and placed a hand on his. From inside, he suspected to at least felt something from Riot. But there was nothing. Not even the slightest ounce of unchecked rage. Carlton pulled his hand away and sighed.
"Yeah, no, don't do that," he said. "I mean, it's life and you have got to get over the hurdles."
"Hmm." Haley looked at him thoughtfully. "I can help you sleep better tonight if you wish."
Carlton squinted at her a little. Was she seriously asking him to—?
NO!
Startled, Carlton jumped and in turn made Haley jump.
"No!" Drake said, out of habit whenever Riot spoke to him to aid him with conversing with others.
"What?" Haley looked confused.
You listen to me, Carlton. You go to her house ever and I'll see to it that you watch her die a slow, painful, excruciating death! Do you understand?
Drake swallowed and looked back at Haley. He knew that Riot wouldn't hesitate to do what he had just said and it scared him.
"Uh...I meant no," he said, quieter this time. Haley looked at him with confusion.
"But I thought we were going to..."
NO!
"No."
"Carlton, what's going on?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing, I'm just tired," Drake said.
"Well, it seems like you didn't even want to be here anyway," Haley said, her gaze turning cold. "I thought you were a normal man, Carlton. I guess I was wrong about you."
"What? You're mad because I'm saying no to having sex with you?"
"You know what? Forget it. It doesn't matter. Goodbye, Carlton." Haley began standing up from the booth and packing up her things.
A low, dark chuckle echoed faintly in Drake's mind as the woman left.
Well, wasn't that amusing? Riot sneered. Bad Carlton. You scared her away now...
"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly feel like going to her apartment afterwards anyway," Drake muttered with a small smile. It was suddenly squashed when he felt the slide of tentacles slipping underneath his pants and into his boxers. He grabbed onto the table ledge, trying not to draw attention as he gasped out a little.
"R-riot, what are you...?" he whispered shakily as a tentacle oh so gently pressed up against his member, making him tingle.
You never said anything about touching you, Carlton....
"What?"
The mental flashback came upon him as soon as Riot was done with his.
Don't touch her, don't talk to her, and don't cause a scene, alright?
Besides, it took all my willpower to not kill her when she looked at you. When she touched you...she touched you.
"It was on the hand," Drake mumbled pathetically. Riot growled and the tentacles moved faster.
She touched you. My possession. My Carlton. No one else's. You don't understand how much of you is mine. When I say everything, Carlton, I mean everything....
He bit back a moan as Riot began to circle his entrance, the tip of the tendril probing the tight muscle, making him clench.
Stop clenching, Carlton. Someone might notice, Riot purred.
"Wait....wait...." Drake whispered. "We...we have to go home first."
Embarrassed? No one will see. As long as you're quiet, no one will know.
Riot's tentacle curled around his rapidly hardening member and squeezed. Drake covered his mouth with one hand and tried to look natural.
"Not. Here...." he whispered brokenly into his palm. "We're in public. We don't have sex in public, Riot."
It's only public if people see, Riot replied and began pumping the man's dick.
"That's not...oh...." Drake shuddered and bit back a moan as the tentacle near his entrance breached him. He clenched his hands around the table until his knuckles turned white.
"Can't...umm...can't we just...hah...take this to the bathroom?"
No.
"R-riot....."
Riot chuckled wickedly as the man desperately tried to keep himself from causing a scene. He was shaking and whimpering.
Wasn't I right about Haley? Wasn't I? You didn't need her, Carlton. You never needed her. All you needed was a quiet nudge and oh, look, she's gone. She didn't truly like you. Only wanted to use you.
"F-fuck you..." Drake whined.
Oh, no, I'm the contrary, I'm fucking you, Riot growled softly and humorously. And I'm not planning to stop any time soon....
"Riot, please...." Drake pleaded as he closed his eyes, trying to think of anything else but cuming.
Poor boy. It's hard to keep yourself quiet, isn't it?
Riot slipped another tentacle into the man's ass and watched as Drake pathetically tried to keep down a yelp as he slammed up against his prostate, coiling around the sensitive nerves and stroked them, boosting more chemicals to be produced. Drake tried to keep himself quiet but it was getting very very hard. Heat pooled down into his stomach. He knew the feeling and silently cried.
Riot knew what he was doing and he did it very well.
Tendrils explored the shivering body underneath the clothes and traveled down his spine, down towards his tailbone and then curling around his thighs, gently tugging them so that his legs allowed more of a passageway for more tentacles to lovingly torture their host.
Drake could almost feel as if Riot was behind him. It was a weird sensation, if anything. He thought that the creature was in its full form, pinning his hands to the booth table, bending him over it, and fucking him with his monstrous dick. And that was instantly retrieved by Riot, who was immensely pleased at what his host had fantasized. Drake shuddered when he felt the hot, wet tongue tantalizingly pass over the small of his back, letting the drool slide between his spread ass cheeks. The tongue licked up his vertebrae, making the man shudder in delight.
Oh, you'd like that, would you, Carlton? To have me be outside of you? To fuck you in my true form? My hands on your hips, my tongue in your mouth....yesss, you want it.
Drake whimpered and desperately tried to stop shaking, his groin screaming to be let loose.
We can do that if you wish....just have to find another suitable host....
"N...not now..." Drake pleaded in a small, whimpering voice.
Oh, of course not, silly. We would never show ourselves in public. That's only for our apartment or when we are alone. And, speaking of home....Drake flinched a little when he felt the symbiote whisper, let's go, shall we?
Suddenly, his dick was released and before he could stop himself, he cumed. Riot eagerly guzzled it down, making sure to not let a single drop touch his clothes. Drake sat slumped in his seat, Riot sucking him dry.
Good boy, Carlton. Did just what you were suppose to. Didn't make a scene and now we can go home.
Drake only let out a shaky sigh and glanced around to make sure no one had seen. Of course, no one had. They were all too busy with their own lives.
That's right, Riot agreed. We have our own world, Carlton. Such a better world then they. Come on, get up. Let's go home and finish this.
Wait, we're not done? Drake's thoughts were panicked as the symbiote helped him walk out the door.
Silly, little Carlton. Did you actually think that was all we were going to do tonight? Riot chuckled darkly. Oh, that was just the beginning.