CARLTON | RIOT ( lifefounded )
( HIS FACE ! LOOK AT HIS FACE WHAT A FOOLISH LITTLE SWEATY BOY- )
Riot’s laughter was absolutely delightful and Carlton bites his lip to both keep from laughing himself and because when he flutters his lashes over Eddie’s shoulder to the roughly four camera’s on them - well, no one could deny anything, especially since Eddie so kindly pushes him back inside.
He really was terrible at many any rash choices without making this worse for himself. Backing Carlton against the wall as he finally caves to laugh, low, self satisfied. After all, the man had bought this on himself.
“Actually I made both of our lives a lot easier, you absolute prat.”
As long as Eddie behaved now, he’d have Carlton’s name as protection. Whether he likes it or not that would be a useful trade off in the future.
“You want to move in with me?!”
The words are half a shout of excited surprise for everyone to hear before the smile drops, eyes bleeding white again. All fun and games, sure, but Eddie was getting a little too self confident for his liking.
( He thinks he holds the power here. He is WRONG )
Riot shudders then and surged, knife curling out of Carltons fingers to press it to Eddie’s throat with a sneer. He was many things, they had done many things - but Eddie’s choices were his own, he wouldn’t be blamed for that.
“You lost your home because of you. You made the choice to pursue me without evidence, you broke in, you ruined the trust of everyone you loved. Those were your choices, not mine, I reacted according to what you did and how you moved. We’ve been lenient with you, but don’t forget it takes a rocket and an old fuck to barely keep you both alive against us.”
There’s a beat where it isn’t quite clear if it’s Carlton’s threat or Riot’s, both furious at the implication Eddie had been such an angel before them. There’s a press of the Symbiote to his throat before it all bleeds away, Carlton pressing his hands to a broader chest and shoving, adjusting his cuff as he slides from under his arm, walking his fingers over Eddie as he goes, taunting.
“Well, as charming as this has been, love. I’m still hungry so I’m going to order food and you are going to stop putting your hands on me unless you plan to do something enjoyable with them.”
( Or we’ll tear them off )
He’d leave, but with the assumption of the other residents he really should wait two hours or so before going. Besides, Eddie had so rudely ruined his chocolate - He’d have to order a large chocolate cake for Riot, and he could actually get something himself for once.
Not from an ordinary take away place obviously, he’d simply make a call to the cooking team to bring a specialised course.
( Good, all this talk of humanity is making me peckish and Eddie is starting to look like a helpful snack )
A quirk of lips there, oh if the internet heard that one.
“Do you have anywhere to sit in this place that isn’t filthy?”
Slipping off his blazer, Carlton drapes it over a chair and sinks down, fishing his phone from his pocket and clearly more than content to make himself at home.
the second the grey-glistening blade touches his skin, black begins to OOZE from it; a thick cover around Eddie’s neck, dripping down broad shoulders and Venom’s fangs casually protrude from it’s host jawline, without covering Eddie’s head entirely. the almost FERAL snarl that follows may have been Venom alone, but clearly both host and symbiote by now are pissed off beyond compare.
a tough pill to swallow perhaps, but neither Venom, nor Eddie are afraid anymore.
and Eddie smirks, teeth sharpened in a most uncomfortable way. “gotta be really convenient, that kind of selective dementia you got. ‘cause I don’t know if you remember CORRECTLY, but you were the one promisin’ people to cure them from cancer, but in reality paired them with an alien that ate their organs, slowly killin’ them from the inside out. you were murderin’ people. I was doin’ my job. so don’t even THINK about paintin’ me as the bad guy here.”
he feels Venom bristle under his skin; the symbiote remarkably placid still, as if it waited for Eddie’s next moves. talks of aliens don’t bother Venom, so long as nobody uses the word parasite. and it GROWLS in the back of Eddie’s throat, the tension palpable in the thin air between them yet they don’t lay a hand on Drake.
let him slip away, even allow that touch to Eddie’s chest that leaves a hot trail across his skin he wishes to WASH OFF, but can’t. instead, Venom slowly retreats back underneath Eddie’s skin, while his grey eyes follow Carlton around the place in an entirely wary manner. “not for you.” Eddie Brock may be a good host to symbiotes, but certainly not to other people.
he wills himself into motion, one step after the other; reaching for the fridge to get himself a much-needed, cool BEER to somehow handle everything that just happened
[ Eddie? Eddie, the door ]
a loud knock echoes through the apartment, followed by a simple ‘SFPD, please open the door.’
his gaze immediately JUMPS to Drake, so comfortable on his filthy little chair. oh, how goddamn tempting it is to just open the damn thing now and see how all of this would play out.
a quiet, but clear order, directed at Carlton and accompanied by a fingerpoint towards the door to the LEFT. “leave the blazer, loose the goddamn tie. shoes’n socks too. ‘n don’t come out unless someone calls for you.” and Eddie prays that FOR ONCE Carlton will listen, while he himself makes his way to the door stripping his own shirt from a muscular chest in the process, and mussing up the dirty blond hair a little. a hand around the doorknob, one. two. three.
“yeah?”
‘SF PD, we, errrr. Mr Brock, is it? excuse the intrusion, but we have been informed that a man by the name of Carlton Drake may currently be in your apartment?’
“why you askin’?”
‘Mr Drake has been seen at a crime scene down by the docks about an hour ago. we would merely like to take him in for QUESTIONING.’
seen at a crime scene. and here he had thought Riot works more thoroughly. no eye witnesses and all that.
“an hour ago, huh?”
‘yes. is he here?’
“well, yeah, I mean he is, but he got here maybe, two, three hours ago already?”
‘has he perhaps left the building in the last hour?’
“nah”, Carlton would be able to hear Eddie CHUCKLE out there. “nah, trust me, he hasn’t. I don’t think he’s gonna be able to leave anywhere before tomorrow mornin’. y’kow.” a wink at the officer, that obviously leaves the man flustered and stammering a little.
‘well you you attest then that Mr Drake has been with you for the past three hours?’
“yeah. he’s been here. neighbours have seen him too, if you wanna ask anyone else.”
‘that won’t be necessary. thank you for your time, Mr Brock. have a good evening.’
and the moment the door slams SHUT again, Eddie heaves a sigh he’s been holding for the past fifteen minutes. now, if his brain would be so kind to explain to him why in the fuck he had just helped Carlton Drake out.
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