We Are Riot

13

As he walked home, Drake wondered how they would get out of this mess. They were obviously wanted by the law now and it wasn't safe for them. Where would they go? They had already moved apartments twice.
Maybe they could just hide out in another state? Drake didn't know. He was too busy thinking about what Riot had done what he did.
Why had he come and rescued him when they had literally just argued a few hours ago? That was the question that nagged him the whole way back to his apartment.
He went up the stairs and opened the door to his apartment. The lights were on and a note was attached to the nearest window. He went over to investigate.
No need to pack. I only want us somewhere safe before we do what we do best.
What?
Suddenly Drake was whipped out the window...the freaking window...and was brought around the side of the apartment, gripped by a huge tentacle. Before he could make a sound, Riot was upon him, pressing him up against the wall roughly.
The tentacle tightened possessively as more and more expanded from Riot's mass and pressed around Drake, curling around his arms, torso and legs, holding him up against the wall in a firm, obsessive grasp.
"Riot...what are you...?"
"Carlton...." Riot growled, gazing down at the man with those large white eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul. "You're mine...when we argue....when we break up....you're still going to be mine at the end of the day, Carlton..." The symbiote lowered its head down so it's muzzle touched his nose. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Riot....there's something I need to tell you..." Drake muttered, unable to look at the large alien looming close over him.
"By all means, tell me," Riot replied.
"I....I think I'm starting to have feelings for you...as in genuine feelings, not the fake kind," Drake said, feeling heat pool up in his face.
"I...I realized that I...I loved you. When we separated, even if it was for a short time, I realized that we both needed each other. We can't survive without the other, Riot. We have to be together whether we like it or not. And I can't do anything to stop it. I guess I've finally accepted you? I-I mean, w-we're together for life, right?" Drake stuttered.
He blushed. Since when had he ever stuttered before? This was quite new to him, although Riot could sense a little nervousness slash excitement bubbling up in Drake's emotions.
"Do my ears deceive me or did you just stutter?" Riot growled softly.
"You don't have any ears," Carlton mumbled, turning more red.
"I can still hear so what does that matter?" Riot paused. "Carlton..." he ever so gently tilted the man's chin up with one large finger, "you said you think you're starting to have feelings for me." It wasn't a question but Drake nodded anyways.
"I...I think I'm...I'm love with you," he whispered, heart pounding.
"Still on the thinking, hmm? Well, I know a way to help you know. And it doesn't involve you leaving this alleyway any time soon."
The realization slammed Drake in the face and his breath hitched and his whole body trembled in excitement.
"Riot..." he began, but Riot shut him up with a kiss with just a little too much tongue. It was soft and gentle and Carlton tried his best to return it.
He felt the tentacles lifting his shirt up off of him and didn't resist when they started tugging his pants down. His heart was sure to pound out of his chest.
Riot growled deep and eyed his precious human, making the man shiver as he extracted the tongue to drag it across the man's chest up to his face, making the man moan softly.
"Yes, Carlton," he hummed slyly, "tell me what you want me to do. Use your words and say it. I will do whatever you ask if not more if you are behaving."
Drake trembled and wished he could speak but his mouth didn't seem to want to cooperate at the moment. Riot shook his head and chuckled.
"What's the matter, Carlton? Tongue tied up already?" he whispered as he gently nibbled the man's ear lobe. Carlton whined which made Riot even more eager. "Poor little Carlton. Just don't know how to speak when it's most necessary, do you? But don't worry...I'll take care of that for you."
Drake felt something huge wrap around his dick and start pumping. Was it a hand? Was Riot's hand on his dick? Oh, my god.... Something else prodded at his wet hole, gently teasing him to open him up. It was large and thick, making Drake gasp in surprise when it gently pressed the tip of itself into his waiting entrance, opening him up slowly.
Riot hummed contentedly when Carlton allowed Riot to push him up higher against the wall so that his chest was level with Riot's mouth. Licking across that smooth skin, Riot growled laughingly as Drake whimpered and giggled as the tongue swept over ticklish areas.
Holding his prisoner down tighter, he continued his work, patiently and diligently. Riot held one of Drake's legs and hitched it up around his perfectly proportioned waist so that it could give him more freedom to slot in between his legs to stuff the man full with his dick.
There was no time to rush, wasn't there?
"Carlton..."
Carlton weakly opened his eyes and looked at the symbiote.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Riot rumbled deep and possessively. "You want to know what I'm going to use?"
Without waiting for an answer, he allowed Drake to catch a glimpse of the large, makeshift dick between his legs, the tip pressed inside of his eager, waiting entrance. Drake gasped and looked at Riot, eyes wide.
"C-can...can that thing even fit?" he whispered.
"Hmm, it's a foot long so you're insides would be ruined but not to worry, I'll fix you when we're done," Riot replied calmly.
"Oh...." Drake closed his eyes and rested his head back against the brick wall.
"Do you want it, Carlton?"
"Y...yes..."
A low hum of approval came from Riot and he kissed the man in between his pecs.
"Good boy," he whispered softly, making sure to drag his teeth softly against the exposed skin, making Drake shudder upon contact. Then, without warning, the dick plunged into him. Startled, Drake shouted and gripped onto those massive, broad shoulders to steady himself. Those hands placed at his side to grip his hips had dug their claws into him as the first thrust was made, spilling drops of blood between them.
"It's alright, Carlton, you can hold onto me," Riot assured the man as his tongue traveled all over the man's torso. "We'll take good care of you..."
"I...I know."
Another rumble of satisfaction and Riot continued to work. Tentacles spread out over Cartlon's body, lavishing him with their own special attention as the symbiote rutted into him like a wild animal. Even another head manifested from Riot's back and came around to nip and bite Carlton, giving him affectionate love marks and bruises.
Carlton couldn't think. This was so much at once. His heart pounded in his chest and he cried out again and again as Riot slammed his massive foot long dick inside of him.
"You're so submissive," Riot purred approvingly as he gently bit down on Drake's shoulder, teasing him. "That's a good thing to have with me, but I like seeing my prey struggling as well...."
Drake jumped when Riot bit down. Hard. His shoulder bled, and Riot eagerly licked up the red liquid, growling softly. He wriggled a little in his bonds when Riot continued to bite.
"Ah..." he whimpered, the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure swarming him, making him lightheaded.
"Hmm, that's an improvement," Riot growled, grinning widely. Biting down over the sensitive, easily breakable skin, the symbiote relished the sounds and the weak struggles of his cornered prey.
Drake could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and whined.
"Riot...l-let me—"
"Not yet, Carlton."
Drake sighed and gasped as Riot's tongue wrapped smugly around his neck. It slowly started to squeeze, choking him gently.
Carlton swore he didn't have a choking kink before then but he did now. He relaxed, allowing the symbiote to control him, cutting off his oxygen.
"Good boy," Riot purred.
The attention the alien lavished him with grew steadily, moving faster and faster. With each thrust, Riot drove deeper into the man, making him cry out loudly as his dick slammed up against the man's prostate.
"Riot! Please!" Drake begged.
Riot laughed as he let go of Drake's dick, placing the now free hand against the wall near to Carlton's head, watching the man's orgasm take place.
Once it was all over, Riot hummed and licked him clean with his tongue, enjoying how Drake's heart beat slowly went back down to its normal pace.
Slowly, slowly, Riot pulled his dick out inch by inch, liking the way Drake reacted to the feeling. The man went limp and let the symbiote carry his weight. Riot smiled and shifted so that Drake was settled comfortably in his arms.
"That....was exactly what I expected," Drake said breathlessly.
"Oh? Then maybe next time we'll do something you won't expect at all," Riot replied slyly as he looked down at the tired man. "How would you like that?"
"Well, we sort of need to get the hell out of here before the police show up," Carlton replied with a weak smile. "And I need my clothes back."
"Fine."
Riot set Drake down, steadying him as his legs were still weak and helped him get back into his clothes. When they were both ready, Riot detached from the officer he had used and hopped back into Drake, watching the old host fall down to the ground dead. Settling down comfortably inside of Drake, Riot sighed, content.
"Much better," he hummed. "As much as I love seeing you from another perspective, I always love returning to you."
Drake blushed.
"Yeah, me too," he replied softly. He took a step towards the exit and stumbled. Riot took over to help him, shielding him all the way around so that Drake was inside him.
"I'll get us to safety, Carlton. You just rest. You'll need the strength to book us a flight."
Drake didn't argue. He knew Riot would take care of them. Smiling, he slowly drifted off to sleep, letting Riot have full control.
Riot would always take care of them.