Dangerous Men

It's been fourteen hours on a fuckin' jet, four days at a temple with a blind bastard, two crazy ass bitches, and four boys that rub me wrong...I am not in a good mood. Scratch that, I am in a fuckin' terrible mood and am ready to kill someone. And my mate is avoiding us both, Logan and I, and I'm so horny I'm ready to fuck Logan into the floor boards. Lets cut it there...

I growl making the short demon look at me. He won't touch me, won't even hint at an action. Maybe he can sense my mood. The orange haired idiot with that freakish pompadour...we was going to die if he didn't close his human lips. Maybe I can get that kid Yusuke to super glue his mouth shut. Fuck it! I'll just have him knock his teeth out permanently. Yeah, that sounds about right. Actually, that is the most promising aspect I can think of. It'd be funny as fucking hell.

I want violence...lots of violence where I cut someone crotch to neck, feeling the blood warm my hands. It actually makes me feel better, more in control. This waiting shit is burning my patience, something that is non-existant to begin with.

"Riddick, can I come in?" Logan, he's already going bat-shit loco. At least I'm not the only one here. We're mated to a submissive who won't let us scratch our itch and we need release. As in, right fucking now! Sonnovabitch! I grunted and he stalked in, a bundle of nerves that made him all but vibrate in place. I understood that, I was dealing with it.

Kurama came in after a quick knock, steaming cups on a tray preventing him from his normal formal bow. "Logan-sama, Riddick-sama, here are some drinks to help with your...aggression. I will not block the emotion, but allow it to dissipate slowly. Harry had them comissioned for you this evening and sends his regrets that he is still in conference with Koenma-kun and Genkai-sensei. He says that this should be one of the last days." Kurama rolled his green eyes and beckoned Hiei away with him. "We have to leave for the Makai to deal with rogue demon clans for the next fortnight. Have a good evening." Kurama stepped away quickly down the hall, the little dark demon flashing away after him. Fuck...I'm hot.

I sip the blistering tea and hope to whatever deities that exist that I can control myself. I snort and nearly laugh. Like hell it will, but fucking shit, I want RELEASE!

Logan shifted to shut the door and moved farther into the room, dropping softly against a support beam. He sipped his tea quietly which almost surprised me the first time he actually used proper table manners. Then again, that could be because Genkai threatened to cut off his manhood with a dull rusty spoon...I laughed just before she came after me. That Bitch is fuckin' EVIL, but she's on our side. Go fuckin' figure.

The silence is stiffling when you're drowning in mating pheremones...the odd thing about it was that it wasn't just a dominant scent, but...but it was there. Which was weird. Fuckin' voodoo-hoodoo shit! "What the FUCK?!" I'm not going to be able to just sit on this kind of shit, I gotta do something and I have to now.

Logan looked at me with that sideways look that asked me what was wrong. I didn't know, I was pissed off, and I was getting really...fucking...frustrated. "It's that voodoo-hoodoo shit."

Logan just raised his brow. I bit at him, snapping my teeth together hard. The ceramic cup in my hand shattered with the force of my grip and the warm liquid seeped down my arm, tickling across my elbow to drip on the floor. Everything felt magnified, telescopic. My skin was tight, stifling, choking me. A cool hand pressed against my shoulder, snapping me back from my own burning flesh. The scent of wild, choatic, and hot. Logan...

Blue eyes looked at me worriedly. "You okay, man? Ya need me ta get that ol' wench?" I couldn't breathe, tried to suck in air and only swallowed Logan's scent. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! He leaned into me, cool hands trying to lift me, the feverish feeling spreading out from my chest. His face came close to mine, the taste of his breath a mixture of his own and Harry's. That was the trigger I needed, the scent of a submissive, my submissive to tip me over the edge. I grabbed his face, stopping his words with my tongue surging into his mouth, sucking him in, drowning in his taste, in Harry's.

I noticed that I was hovering over him, my shirt gone, my pants being fought open. His own shirt was pushed up, ripped away by my hands in desperate actions. Fucking voodoo-hoodoo...It was messing with my mind, I knew it, but I couldn't do shit about it. I needed in such raw animalistic tones I couldn't think straight in the front of my mind, but those instincts I usually listen to were screaming so loudly it rung in my ears.

Logan was there, his body cool compared mine, his hands a balm. He lay there, somehow naked under me. What had happened to his clothes? This was not good. I was missing time. That was never a good sign. Actually, that was the worst sign.

I felt his skin beneath my hands and I moved to look, to see what I was touching. His stomach rippled under my fingers that traced the defined muscles to just above his straining cock. That was almost too damn sexy, seeing an Alpha under me, defering to my will...Arching into the hand that gripped him and pumped slowly. That was my hand and I hadn't even noticed except for the fact that his skin, even his straining cock was so much cooler than my hands. Too hot, I was running too hot.

"Riddick...Quit playing and fuck me already," was growled in my ear, forcing more of his body close to mine.

"Prep?" I forced the word out through clenched teeth, my eyes staring into vivid blue. He shook his head.

"Fuck me. I heal..." he groaned when my grip shifted to swipe my thumb over the tip, wipping precome down his length. I growled when he gripped me in turn. FUCK. I shoved his hand away, the cool grip bringing me too close. I had to be inside him, had to be deep inside his quick warmth.

His hands were held by one of my own above his head, his neck back barring his throat and shoulder to my teeth. I bit down when I surged forward, his body relaxed around my intrusion. It almost surprised me but that thought was wiped away before it could form, my thrust stilling momentarily to let him adjust at least a little bit. When he moved into me, taking me in all the way, my balls touching his ass, I thrust fast, moving so hard our flesh slapped against each other. Logan growled and squirmed beneath me, our thrusts wild. It was coming, the full blast of heat surging from my balls, traveling up my spine, spilling from my lips on a growling howl. Logan came with me, his mouth taking a chunk out of my shoulder, teeth peircing and bringing blood. I retaliated in kind, drawing in the copper taste to swallow. I was silently panicking when my instincts shut down, my mind going blank. I closed my eyes and then nothing.

::Running in circles causing crack scenes to appear in people's minds...::

Harry slumped through the hall, his eyes aching, his back cracking when he stretched out. Koenma had better go away soon. He was tired and sick of the little bastard...a term he seldom used, but when he did, he meant it. Logan or Riddick...hell, both of them had better be ready to jumped and then fucked into the matress. Well, futon. Matresses were a western thing. And futons were so much more practical, anyway. Merlin he was tired and he needed to be laid. As in, tonight or tomorrow...or after a few hours of sleep.

He was walking by one of the closed paper doors when the smell of sex assaulted his nose, causing his cock to stand to attention and strain against the jean material of his pants. He hissed out in mild irritation.

"Harry?"

Logan's voice? Why was it so low, strained? Was he hurt? He shouldn't be able to be...but if Genkai had gone after him, his ass was grass.

Harry stepped silently to the door and slipped it open a sliver to peek in. His breath caught and he shoved open the door to see him, or more like them clearly. Logan lay under Riddick, both naked, both with slightly bleeding necks, Logan quite surprising with his healing factor. Harry palmed his face, groaning in defeat. "I give up, I do. I just don't care anymore. If Fate is going to be such a bitch, she could at least let me see the good stuff." Harry walked into the room, closed the door and slid the bar across to lock the room. Even with it being paper walls and thin wood, Genkai had it warded far better...just like the rest of the house. Only someone on the S-class side of the scale of demon power would be able to bring down the walls.

Harry stripped out of the long-sleeved black tee, his hands ruffling his hair in slight aggitation. He groaned as he looked at Logan staring at him. "What?"

"Well, other than the fact that I'm pinned under your other Alpha, who is now a partial Alpha to me as I am to him, you look hot and whatever was affecting us is starting to come back. And your voodoo is coming to bite us on the ass." Logan calmly tried to move the other man off him but couldn't succeed for some reason. "As he is topping this time 'round, I can't physically move against him."

Harry very calmly walked to a supporting beam and started beating his forehead against it, frustrated growls and mangled words, most that sounded like "fuck me" and "this shit" over and over again, pushing past his lips. Logan cleared his throat. "Kid, Harry, can you help me?"

Harry pulled himself away from his self-imposed aggrivated assaulted and over to Riddick's prone form. Logan looked up at him with hot eyes. Okay...this was getting interesting for him. Rolling his eyes, he pulled Riddick from Logan, rolling the man on his back for a better look. Merlin, he was beautiful. Then Harry took a closer look.

"Fucking shit!" He looked at Logan too, his eyes widening. No, no, nononononononono!

"This shit is not happening. No, no, no." Harry was grabbed from the back, Logan finally up and groping him, making him weak and forgetful. He was so damn needy right then. Pheremones were filling his lungs making him even worse than before when he had been almost five days with no sex, not including the week before...it was slowly killing him and his control. Oh, Merlin!

"L-Logaaaaan, I need to...Oh, Merlin, I need t-to thiiiink!" He moaned when his pants were pushed down with his boxers. What was going on?

It was sudden that Riddick was getting up, joining them. His eyes were not focused...hell, they weren't even open right then. It was a thought of vehement protest. He hated magic, loathed it's existence just right then. This was not his mates' doing, this was not normal, nor was anything they were going through natural. He had to figure out what was happening, force it to stop before it killed his mates, or destroy something, the cause, and make this relaionship stable long enough to establish it.

Of course, his mind went blank when Riddick was before him, Logan dropping to his knees behind the brunet and spread his ass wide for his tongue. Harry choked off a scream, Riddick unwittingly helping Harry by kissing him. Fingers entered his ass and he jumped. Oh, Merlin...Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Riddick was shoved down by Harry trying to keep his mind. Of course, this was taken very differently when magic was directing things like a conductor fine tuning an orchestra. Riddick was sprawled on the floor, his legs spread wide, cock bobbing in time to his rapid breaths. This was not his Riddick, not his mate! He couldn't stop from lowering to the ground, his hands on Riddick's knees.

"Logan..." he breathed out trying to talk. Logan looked up from his ministrations. "Logan, is this a consentual act for you?"

He appeared to be thinking it over, his hands quivering on Harry's back. "Not quite. I was dominated by my rival Alpha, made the bottom...I don't do bottom, he doesn't, but we're fucking like rabbits cause of your magic. We can't fight it, damn it," he growled, making his face full of furious lust. Harry looked back at him and smiled weakly.

"Okay, we'll get this out of the way. It's probably my fault anyway," he felt tears threaten. Why did this have to happen to the ones he cared for? "Let me love you two, then." He leaned far enough back to lightly kiss Logan. "Let's not shag like bunnies on viagra," this got a snort from both and Harry was relieved Riddick was coming back, "let us have hot and wild love making. So, are you with us, Riddick?"

"Fuck...sure, whatever." Harry grinned at the man below him, his sexy body splayed like an offering...which in a way he was. Harry leaned forward, laying his body over Riddick, arms supporting him.

"So, you don't mind me fucking you into the floor?" Riddick laughed, his chest shaking. Logan snorted.

"He better be nice cause my ass is still healing and I refuse to bottom again tonight," Logan growled in a playful way. The pressure to mate was slowing down, the heat going from inferno to a warm fire. At least they were all sane now. Maybe the magic just needed to calm down...Nah. Nothing was that simple.

Harry sighed, licking Riddick along his neck, talking inbetween his nipping bites. "Magic is okay, tame magic is fun, and wild magic is a total bitch. Mmmm, you taste good. But, setient magic...mmm, it is the worst kind. Nummy," he sucked on Riddick's neck, his fingers now working to loosen the man. Logan behind him returned to his previous actions. He swirled his tongue around, fucking the smaller man with his mouth. Harry moaned into Riddick's chest, resting his forehead against the warm skin to steady himself.

"Lube?" he croaked out between suddenly dry lips. Logan slipped between his legs, mouth taking Harry in to the root. He suckled for a moment, Harry keening deeply and trying not to come too early. Logan let Harry's cock pop from his mouth and returned to his fun, slicking his palm with his own spit and left over semen from his earlier ejaculation. He pushed slowly into Harry, the smaller man pushing back into his thrust hard. It took several breathes before Harry pulled himself together long enough to push into Riddick, loving the growl his mate gave him. Oh...Merlin...Gods! He was going to come too early if he didn't get a grip.

Logan stopped waiting and started a slow rythym, his hips forcing Harry to move inside Riddick. Harry thrust back, then forward, trying to keep both sensations as close to him as he could. He groaned when Logan did a particularly strong thrust. He was going to die, that was all there was to it...but fuck, he would go with a smile.

Riddick moved under him, stilted at first before then with more enthusiasm than skill. He really was too much of an Alpha. Harry dropped that thought when Logan and Riddick both moved in sync, one thrusting into his prostrate, the other sheathing himself with a slap. That's when it started happening again.

Harry felt his body being pounded from both sides and let his mind go...at least, until the magic once again interfered and began to finish what it had started. He felt himself, his body moving with Logan and Riddick, Riddick's body being thrust into, a hand around his cock, the merging of their bodies, minds. He felt Riddick stiffen briefly beneath him in shock. He knew what Riddick felt: his body being thrust into, Harry's body being swallowed by his own and taken...and it was slowly spreading to Logan behind them.

Logan did feel it, the spreading of magic. Being thrust in to, like a solid memory of earlier today...he shivered at the remembrance of submissive behaviour. He quickened his pace, forcing Harry to move more quickly. Hand wrapped around him, cocks thrusting in him, thrusting in to two bodies, his hands gripping slim hips tightly enough to leave bruises, one hand one the ground, the other around another's cock, hands gripping a support beam in need to hold, Feeling the intense spraling throught his body the bodies arching close for the final thrust, he and Riddick surging up, biting, claiming, and then...blindingly brilliant emotions that over-whelmed until darkness took pity on them and ordered them to oblivion.

::It keeps me happy...And pisses other people off. Good. My job is done.::

Luna was worried about Harry. He had wandered off tired and sick with sexual frustration...not unlike Blaise. She waved that thought off and continued down the hall to his room. She knew he most probably wouln't be there, but it was nice to tell her sight "nya, nya, I was right and you were wrong" with childish glee. Stupid sentient magic...

She knocked with delicate sounding beats as she hummed the words to the song. No one answered and she knew her tapping was usually met with growls of annoyance. She shrugged and stopped by the containment ward of the "Room of Restraint" as she had dubbed it and released it on her way out of the Dojo. She tapped against the side and was met with menacing growls and one sleepy denail.

The door flying open let her see a naked Harry trying to hold back an equaly naked Logan and Riddick from ripping her apart. They were naked too, but that didn't matter. Blaise's dark almost black-brown was nicer. "Good morning, Harry-kun. Riddick-sama. Logan-sama. Genkai-sensei is waiting for you three but I'd wait till lunch and a shower with the Grumpyhims hiding in the dark shadows. And make sure you don't smell too much like Xestohnikcuf. Hiei-san's eye always twitches in a worrying manner."

She smiled at their confused looks. She always gave accurate warnings, but she liked to mix it up. One or two backwards, words pronounced oddly making them wonder, squishing a few key words together...it was just too much fun. And she got to see Blaise with a flush as he worked out her meaning. That was so totally worth the effort.

PS. Sorry this was so long in coming. My mind has been preoccupied by life and a two year old. Hopefully, all the nice, hot sex makes up for it.