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Not Alone Anymore
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
24,255
Reviews:
184
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. i do not make any money from this story.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) I know I said a week but I finished it last night. Hope you enjoy and again a big thank you and I hope you get better soon Phee-chan. And by the votes img getting Riddick won by a long shot hehe.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
Chapter 5
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They walked for some time. Harry stayed alongside Ali; he didn’t know what it was about the kid, but he drew Harry to him. (Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a soft spot for little ones,) Harry though to himself. He smiled down at the boy as they listen to Imam’s chanting.
“Quiet!” Johns shouted. Then he stood still, head cocked as if listening.
Harry tried to use his senses to feel outwards, but for some reason they were not responding to him. Every time he try to sense something, it was like the gates of hell were waiting to open on this dead planet. He couldn’t make head or tails about it.
Shaking his head to clear it, Harry watch Johns run up the hill where Riddick scent was. Shouting behind him drew his attention. Imam’s boys were throwing stones at the hill. Harry cocked brow in question to Imam.
“Seven stones to keep the devil at bay,” the holy man explained.
(I bet Riddick’s a right old devil… in the bedroom.) A shock went through Harry at the thought. (God, what is wrong with me? It’s like I’m in heat or something…. Could it be that Riddick is my… no, that is impossible, it can’t be.) Shaking his head, Harry tried to clear the muddle thought. Feeling a tug on his shirt, Harry looked down in to the worried eyes of Ali.
“Are you all right my friend?” Imam said, as he looked at Harry, just as worried.
“I’m fine. It just the heat, I’ll be ok,” he said with a smile, putting his hand on Ali shoulder.
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Johns had found some trees, and where there’s trees, there’s water. Following the man over the hill, Harry smelled the air and he knew there wasn’t any water here. He said nothing. Walking to the top, they all stopped and stared at the so-called “trees”. It was a graveyard; a big one.
“It’s a communal graveyard, perhaps. Like the elephants of Earth,” Imam said. Harry heard one of the boys say something but he couldn’t understand him until Imam translated, “He asked what could have killed so many great things.”
“Let’s hope we never find out,” Harry said looking over the bone-yard.
“Is this whole planet dead?” Fry asked.
(Well it would look like it, you idiot,) Harry thought as he rolled his eyes before walking to into the graveyard, followed by the others.
As they walked around, Harry ran his hand over the bone. Something was very wrong here. The bone had cuts and teeth marks, too small for a human eye but Harry could see them clearly. (What could have taken down so many beasts?) Harry didn’t want to find out.
Riddick’s scent was all over the place, it sent blood pumping through his veins and below his belt. Harry moved into shadows of a large bone rib cage. He moved to stand just behind Fry as she rested against the bone. A smirk fell across Harry’s now dark blood-red lips as his fangs grew. He was so hungry, and killing this bitch would be so enjoyable. But before he could do anything, strong arms pulled him back and a hand went over his mouth.
He wasn’t scared, just shocked. He didn’t smell or hear Riddick coming up behind him. A muscularly chest hard against his back sent chills down his spine at being so close to a true hunter. As they listened to Fry and now Johns, Riddick slowly ran his tongue over Harry’s neck, taking in his scent. ~Mmm… fuck that scent is driving me mad,~ the hunter thought.
Still listening to the other two in the light, Riddick started to suck on Harry’s neck. Harry had to hold a moan in his throat at the feeling running all over his body. (Oh god… what is he doing to me?) He arched back into Riddick, rubbing his ass into the covered crotch behind him (If he keeps this up I’m going to start moaning and then we will be found out.) As though Riddick read his thoughts, the hunter turned him around and crushed his lips to Harry’s.
Not hearing Fry or Johns leave, and not caring either, Harry moaned into Riddick’s mouth. Tongues battled together for domination. Riddick won and started to map out Harry’s mouth. (It feels as though he’s trying to eat me from the mouth down, and I don’t mind at all being his meal…) Harry thought but all went blank as Riddick cut his tongue on one of the Harry’s fangs, accidentally or on purpose Harry didn’t know, and then he slipped it into Harry’s mouth and let the blood flow down his throat.
“HARRY!” Johns called.
They slipped out of the passionate haze that fell over them at Johns call. Both were breathing hard. Growling, Riddick slowly let Harry go, if a bit reluctantly. “See you around, Vixen,” Riddick growled before disappearing into the shadows. Dazed, Harry tried to get his thoughts together.
“HARRY!”
Jumping, Harry quietly fix himself up before he started to run through the bone-yard. “WHAT?” Harry shouted as he came towards the others.
“What the hell happened to you?” Johns demanded.
“Harry, are you alright my son?” Imam asked in concern.
“I’m fine. I was just looking as the skeletons, trying to find out how they died,” Harry explained looking at Imam with a smile. “My mind must have wandered and I didn’t hear your call.”
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Walking through a canyon, bone spines overhead, Harry followed behind Imam. Every so often he could feel Johns’ gaze upon him, but Harry ignored him for the images that ran across his mind of Riddick and that bloody kiss. (All that is holy…. How could I just kiss him like that, it’s not like me, Harry the bloody virgin, to kiss a non-mate….) Harry nearly stopped in shock at that. (It can’t be, no…. Harry, stop thinking about it.) Shaking his head, Harry looked up at as the boys pulled out something that looked like a kid’s toy.
Walking further along, they came to a settlement. (Looks more like a ghost town,) Harry thought as he entered one of the small buildings. There were pictures of a happy family, dusty cups still on the table. Picking one of the frames up, Harry looked into the face of a man with glasses and a happy smile as he hugs a little boy to him. Sadness filled him as he looked around at the home in which he stood. (These people didn’t leave,) Harry thought sadly, gently putting the frame back on the counter.
“Hello Mecca!” Fry cried joyfully from outside.
Going outside, Harry followed the others to where Fry stood. It was a ship. They had a ship to get off this rock.
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(ME) I have to ask this. Who do you want going down the hole?
Harry
Fry
(ME) please Review and look at my challenges on my profile.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) I know I said a week but I finished it last night. Hope you enjoy and again a big thank you and I hope you get better soon Phee-chan. And by the votes img getting Riddick won by a long shot hehe.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
Chapter 5
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They walked for some time. Harry stayed alongside Ali; he didn’t know what it was about the kid, but he drew Harry to him. (Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a soft spot for little ones,) Harry though to himself. He smiled down at the boy as they listen to Imam’s chanting.
“Quiet!” Johns shouted. Then he stood still, head cocked as if listening.
Harry tried to use his senses to feel outwards, but for some reason they were not responding to him. Every time he try to sense something, it was like the gates of hell were waiting to open on this dead planet. He couldn’t make head or tails about it.
Shaking his head to clear it, Harry watch Johns run up the hill where Riddick scent was. Shouting behind him drew his attention. Imam’s boys were throwing stones at the hill. Harry cocked brow in question to Imam.
“Seven stones to keep the devil at bay,” the holy man explained.
(I bet Riddick’s a right old devil… in the bedroom.) A shock went through Harry at the thought. (God, what is wrong with me? It’s like I’m in heat or something…. Could it be that Riddick is my… no, that is impossible, it can’t be.) Shaking his head, Harry tried to clear the muddle thought. Feeling a tug on his shirt, Harry looked down in to the worried eyes of Ali.
“Are you all right my friend?” Imam said, as he looked at Harry, just as worried.
“I’m fine. It just the heat, I’ll be ok,” he said with a smile, putting his hand on Ali shoulder.
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Johns had found some trees, and where there’s trees, there’s water. Following the man over the hill, Harry smelled the air and he knew there wasn’t any water here. He said nothing. Walking to the top, they all stopped and stared at the so-called “trees”. It was a graveyard; a big one.
“It’s a communal graveyard, perhaps. Like the elephants of Earth,” Imam said. Harry heard one of the boys say something but he couldn’t understand him until Imam translated, “He asked what could have killed so many great things.”
“Let’s hope we never find out,” Harry said looking over the bone-yard.
“Is this whole planet dead?” Fry asked.
(Well it would look like it, you idiot,) Harry thought as he rolled his eyes before walking to into the graveyard, followed by the others.
As they walked around, Harry ran his hand over the bone. Something was very wrong here. The bone had cuts and teeth marks, too small for a human eye but Harry could see them clearly. (What could have taken down so many beasts?) Harry didn’t want to find out.
Riddick’s scent was all over the place, it sent blood pumping through his veins and below his belt. Harry moved into shadows of a large bone rib cage. He moved to stand just behind Fry as she rested against the bone. A smirk fell across Harry’s now dark blood-red lips as his fangs grew. He was so hungry, and killing this bitch would be so enjoyable. But before he could do anything, strong arms pulled him back and a hand went over his mouth.
He wasn’t scared, just shocked. He didn’t smell or hear Riddick coming up behind him. A muscularly chest hard against his back sent chills down his spine at being so close to a true hunter. As they listened to Fry and now Johns, Riddick slowly ran his tongue over Harry’s neck, taking in his scent. ~Mmm… fuck that scent is driving me mad,~ the hunter thought.
Still listening to the other two in the light, Riddick started to suck on Harry’s neck. Harry had to hold a moan in his throat at the feeling running all over his body. (Oh god… what is he doing to me?) He arched back into Riddick, rubbing his ass into the covered crotch behind him (If he keeps this up I’m going to start moaning and then we will be found out.) As though Riddick read his thoughts, the hunter turned him around and crushed his lips to Harry’s.
Not hearing Fry or Johns leave, and not caring either, Harry moaned into Riddick’s mouth. Tongues battled together for domination. Riddick won and started to map out Harry’s mouth. (It feels as though he’s trying to eat me from the mouth down, and I don’t mind at all being his meal…) Harry thought but all went blank as Riddick cut his tongue on one of the Harry’s fangs, accidentally or on purpose Harry didn’t know, and then he slipped it into Harry’s mouth and let the blood flow down his throat.
“HARRY!” Johns called.
They slipped out of the passionate haze that fell over them at Johns call. Both were breathing hard. Growling, Riddick slowly let Harry go, if a bit reluctantly. “See you around, Vixen,” Riddick growled before disappearing into the shadows. Dazed, Harry tried to get his thoughts together.
“HARRY!”
Jumping, Harry quietly fix himself up before he started to run through the bone-yard. “WHAT?” Harry shouted as he came towards the others.
“What the hell happened to you?” Johns demanded.
“Harry, are you alright my son?” Imam asked in concern.
“I’m fine. I was just looking as the skeletons, trying to find out how they died,” Harry explained looking at Imam with a smile. “My mind must have wandered and I didn’t hear your call.”
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Walking through a canyon, bone spines overhead, Harry followed behind Imam. Every so often he could feel Johns’ gaze upon him, but Harry ignored him for the images that ran across his mind of Riddick and that bloody kiss. (All that is holy…. How could I just kiss him like that, it’s not like me, Harry the bloody virgin, to kiss a non-mate….) Harry nearly stopped in shock at that. (It can’t be, no…. Harry, stop thinking about it.) Shaking his head, Harry looked up at as the boys pulled out something that looked like a kid’s toy.
Walking further along, they came to a settlement. (Looks more like a ghost town,) Harry thought as he entered one of the small buildings. There were pictures of a happy family, dusty cups still on the table. Picking one of the frames up, Harry looked into the face of a man with glasses and a happy smile as he hugs a little boy to him. Sadness filled him as he looked around at the home in which he stood. (These people didn’t leave,) Harry thought sadly, gently putting the frame back on the counter.
“Hello Mecca!” Fry cried joyfully from outside.
Going outside, Harry followed the others to where Fry stood. It was a ship. They had a ship to get off this rock.
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(ME) I have to ask this. Who do you want going down the hole?
Harry
Fry
(ME) please Review and look at my challenges on my profile.