We Are Riot

14

Six months later.....

Wake up, Carlton.
Drake rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up in his bed, and yawned.
"Oh, good morning, Riot," he said sleepily. He yawned again.
Slept well I presume? Riot asked smugly.
"Oh, shut up, you know why," Carlton mumbled as he got hung both legs over the side of his bed, still too lazy to actually get out of the warmth and comfort. "You literally got me drunk last night."
Hmm...it was fun.
"Yeah, well, I had a very important meeting to go to today and—" Drake's eyes widened. "Wait, what time is it?"
Looking at the clock, he saw that it read ten thirty. His meeting started in ten minutes.
"Oh, shit! Riot! Help me get ready!" he cried as he jumped out of bed. Riot laughed.
"Why in such a hurry, Carlton?" he asked, his voice very slick and devious as his head now manifested before the anxious man.
"I'm going to be late for my meeting! It's not funny! I have to be there in, like, ten minutes!" Carlton mumbled he quickly shinnied out of his pajama pants and shirt.
"I think you're forgetting what day it is, Carlton," Riot said quietly.
"What day is it?" Drake asked, not paying much attention as he grabbed a shirt and put it on.
"Oh, nothing, just our anniversary," Riot stated bluntly.
Drake actually paused and stopped what he was doing. Looking up at the symbiote he squinted.
"Our what?"
"Happy anniversary, Carlton!" Riot said and engulfed the man in a tentacled hug. Drake grunted and shrugged him off.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah it's out anniversary, okay, just help me inside something," he said as he continued. "We'll be able to celebrate after work, okay?"
"Rather celebrate now."
"We don't have time." Riot's eyes narrowed conspicuously and he grinned widely.
"We will make time," he rumbled deeply.
Just then the phone ringed. Half naked, Drake quickly walked over to it and picked it up. It was his secretary, Angie.
"Mr. Rhiz?" the woman asked.
"Yes, this is he," Carlton replied, nudging Riot's head away from his face with a hand. "Sorry I missed your calls, I was, uh...busy."
"Mr. Rhiz, you're meeting starts in ten minutes. I don't mean to sound crude but you're usually here at least an hour early," Angie said kindly. "Is anything the matter? Do I need to cancel your meeting?"
"Uh, n—" Drake was cut off when Riot growled softly and deliberately brushed his toothy maw up against the man's chest. Feeling those sharp teeth oh so lovingly press up against him and purposefully move upwards towards his neck made Drake whimper.
Startled, he clapped a hand over his mouth and  tried not to turn red as Riot did the same motion again, chuckling wickedly.
"Mr. Rhiz? Are you alright, sir?" Angie asked, clearly worried.
"Oh, well, I, uh, I—" he was forced into a coughing fit to avoid moaning as Riot curled around him and slowly pressed his tongue up and in between his ass cheeks, licking up towards the small of his back and traveling at a tantalizing pace up towards the back of his neck
. "I...I think I'm coming down with something," he lied. "I wasn't feeling the best yesterday and—"
He bit back another moan as Riot slid down in front of him and licked along his crotch and softly against his throbbing dick.
"I see. Well, I will make sure to clear your schedule today," Angie said. "I hope you get better soon, Mr. Rhiz."
Carlton tried to shrug of the persistent tentacles lavishing him with lazy, gentle kisses and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, thank you."
Drake was never so glad to hang up a phone in all his life. Once he did, he fairly collapsed onto the ground, Riot laughing at him.
"You're such a tease," he muttered but smiled.
"Oh, I know," Riot answered smugly. "And I'll tease the absolute hell out of you, Carlton. It's our anniversary and we can't have you working on such an important day, can we?"
"I guess not....?"
"Yes, so let's get started shall we?"
"Uh...started?" A vibrating tentacle wound around his hips and he shrieked in surprise. "Oh, oh, fuck, okay, uh, fine, but not too long, alright? We...we need to do other things too, right?"
"Oh, of course, Carlton," Riot agreed, eyeing him in a hungry, predatory way. "Of course."
"Watch the teeth, please, and less tongue this time, okay?"
Riot chuckled and smirked, his teeth gleaming as he opened his large maw to the press the sharp points down firmly on his host's now bare shoulder.
"No promises, Carlton."

And this is officially the end of We Are Riot! Thanks everyone for reading and I hope y'all enjoyed it! I know I enjoyed reading your comments and suggestions—it really encouraged me! If anything, J might make a second book about Drake and Riot but we'll see. Thanks for reading! Until we meet again, friends!  Stay safe and healthy and most importantly, stay positive! Thanks again! 🙌😊😊