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Rating:
Adult +
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11
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Reviews:
184
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I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Chapter 8
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) yes its finished and I’m so happy ^_^ I think this is the longest chapter so far. Hope you enjoy and I like to say thank you for all the lovely Reviews I’m happy everyone is enjoying this story as much as I love writing it.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
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Chapter 8
Harry fell in and out of consciousness as Johns ran into the ship, taking him to where Riddick was being held, as it was the biggest space in the ship. Imam had grabbed some blankets, laying them on the ground so Johns could lay Harry down. Imam was taking Harry shirt and vest off as Johns was yelling at the others, standing around uselessly, to get something to stop the bleeding.
“M… my… b… bag,” Harry whispered in pain as he tried to reach for Jack, who was
still holding onto it.
“Shh, my son, you must rest,” Imam said to him in worry.
“In…in m…my bag, bl… black vile in my bag…. Need it… please.” Pain was beginning to cloud his mind, getting the better of him. He could feel Riddick’s eyes on him as he whimpered in pain as they cleaned his shoulder and stomach with the only thing they had available – Paris’s alcohol, which would help to cleanse the wounds.
“Jack, give me the bag,” Imam ordered softly, holding his hand out to the bag in the kid’s hands. Shakily, Jack gave it to Imam, still looking in shock at all the blood coming from
Harry.
Imam riffled through it until he heard a clink of glass in a smaller black cloth case. He took it out and looked at Harry. "In here?" Harry nodded his head as he was into much pain to speak.
Taking the vile out, Imam opened it and placed it over Harry’s mouth. As Harry let the blood run down his throat, he felt some strength come back to him. But he was hungry for more; the bloodlust pulled at him, telling him that a veritable buffet sat right in front of him. He ignored it; he couldn’t afford to show the others what he was just yet.
With the strength he had recovered from the little bit of condensed blood, he reached into his bag and took out a case like the black one, only a navy blue in colour. He opened it and took out a second vile, the liquid inside a murky green, labeled in black block letters. He downed it without a second thought, grimacing. Even after a thousand years, potions still tasted as horrible as ever.
Pain left him as the potions worked to heal and take the pain away. Imam and Johns banded his shoulder and stomach. Slowly, he let his eyes close and fell into a healing sleep. Before the realm of dreams could take him, he heard a growl not far from him.
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Time change
Riddick sat still as he heard them make their way to the hole. He didn’t like the look Fry had as she left. ~That bitch better not get my vixen to go down the hole. Or there be hell to pay,~ Riddick thought as he sat in the dark.
Concentrating, he could hear them.... Smell them.... He could smell his vixen’s anger and fear... He growled as he heard his Harry agree to go down, if only to shut them up. ~I'll shut them up all right,~ he thought darkly, already imagining their gruesome deaths.
Riddick could hear Harry’s heart speed up the further he went down. He could feel his vixen’s fear spike suddenly, and he began to pull at his restraints, testing them, hoping to break the chains. All he accomplished was a cacophony of clanging metal, even as he began to pull at them harder when he heard his vixen scream in pain. He could hear him call for help to be let out, but the restraints stayed as strong as ever. A strange sense of helplessness filled his chest, something he had never felt before. The smell of blood reached him, and a roar was building inside his chest at the scent of his vixen’s blood and cried out for him.
“Get it off me! Get it the fuck off me!” Riddick's head turned as he heard Harry’s yell, the fear in his voice made his blood boil. Riddick growled, pissed when the restraints refused to give even an inch.
The sound of feet pounded towards him, and the smell of his Vixen’s blood grew stronger as they came closer to him. Riddick watched Johns carry Harry into the room with a panicked look on his face as Imam pulled blankets onto the ground for Harry to lie upon. His eyes darkened at the amount of blood revealed when Imam cut the shirt off of him.
“M… my… b… bag,” Riddick heard the pained whimper from Harry as he watched him reach for the kid, Jack. His heart filled with pain as he watched from afar. Riddick watched as the others stood around, useless, as Imam and Johns tried to stop the bleeding.
“Shh, my son, you must rest,” Imam said to his vixen in worry.
“In…in m…my bag, bl… black vile in my bag…. Need it… please,” Riddick’s eyes didn’t leave Harry as he could barely speak. Anther whimper came again as the others cleaned the wounds on Harry’s shoulder and stomach with Paris’s alcohol and Riddick sat, tensed and motionless. All he could do was watch on as his mate was in pain.
“Jack, give me the bag,” the holy man ordered softly. ~I’ll spare him and his sons if he helps my mate…. Mate. Is… he my mate?~ Riddick thought as he watched Imam rifle through the bag until Riddick heard a clink of glass and saw Imam take out a smaller black cloth case. "In here?" asked the holy man. Harry nodded his head. Riddick could tell he was in too much pain to talk anymore.
The holy man pulled a black vile out of the case before opening it, and when he did Riddick could smell new blood from inside of it. Imam placed it over his vixen’s mouth and heat rushed through Riddick’s veins as he watched Harry drink the blood.
He could smell the hunger from him, even as he pulled out a navy blue case and pulled out a murky green vile. Watching Harry drink that one as well, he could tell the pain was leaving him and with it, Riddick’s pain left as well. He watched Harry slowly close his eyes in peace as his vixen fell into sleep.
~There’s going to be hell to pay for this.~ Riddick growled as he thought of the things he would do to them for hurting his Vixen. At the growl everyone jumped, forgetting Riddick was even in the room. They turned to him as he leaned into the light "What the fuck happened?" Riddick rumbled.
"Fry wouldn’t go down the hole," Jack said, giving the woman a dark look. "So Harry went down instead. Whatever’s down there got him, and got him good.” Fry swallowed, eyes flitting around as the others gave her accusing looks.
“What, too scared Carolyn?” Riddick said, his silver eyes staring hard into hers.
“Can’t face your fears?”
Fry didn’t respond. Seeing that she wouldn’t receive help from any of the others, she clenched her jaw, held her head up, and stormed out of the hold. After a long moment, the others followed her into the sun to give Harry some peace to rest; all but Johns. Johns sat down leaning against a bulkhead, his big gage slung over his knees, and stared at Harry.
He looked up and met Riddick’s gaze. They sat, staring at each other, in
silence.
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Harry groaned silently before turning onto his side. He saw Johns and
Riddick talking about something. Trying to focus on them, Harry caught what
they were saying.
“So here’s the deal. You work without chains, without bit and without shivs. You do what I say when I say it,” Johns said.
“For what? The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you,” Riddick answered.
“The truth is… I’m tired of chasing you.”
“Are you saying you’d cut me loose?” Riddick said in shock.
“I’m thinking you could have died in the crash,” Johns replied
“My recommendation: Do me. Don’t take the chance that I’ll get shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass,” Riddick rumbled.
“No.”
“Ghost me, motherfucker. That is what I would do to you,” Riddick said with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, Johns pulled out his gun and fired. Riddick turned his head away, thinking Johns was going to kill him. But he had shot the chain holding Riddick in place instead.
“I want you to remember this moment. The way it could have gone, and didn’t,” John said, staring at Riddick as he sat there.
“Here.” Johns handed Riddick back his goggles. Suddenly, instead of going for the goggles Riddick went for the gun and pointed it at Johns.
“Take it easy,” Johns said, raising his hands
“Fuck you!”
“Do we have a deal?” Johns asked. They stared at each other for a moment before Riddick answered, “I want you to remember this moment.” He dropped the gun on the floor before he started to walk away.
Harry tried to sit up, but the pain made him lie down again, closing his eyes as well as whimper. Both men heard it, and the sound made Riddick stop in his tracks. The next thing he knew someone was kneeling by him. Opening his eyes slowly, Harry looked into blue eyes of Johns.
“What happened?” Harry choked out.
"Don't you remember?" Johns asked, checking the bindings around his shoulder. Harry hissed as they pulled at the wound and blinked as the memory came rushing back to him.
"That bitch!" Harry snarled, sitting up abruptly, causing him to wince in pain. "I'm going to rip her throat out!" Trying to stand with some trouble, Harry accepted the hand Johns held out as he stood, one hand pressed against the wrappings across his abdomen. "I should throw her down one of those bloody spires and let her face those fucking overgrown lizards herself."
“Did you see Zeke down there?” Johns asked.
"Oh, yeah, I saw Zeke alright. If you still want his right foot, you better send Fry to get it, because there's no way in hell I'm going back down there," Harry said sarcastically. Harry looked around him to see Riddick standing there, free, which was a happy thought.
“How long was I out?” Harry asked as he reached for his bag, looking for more potions to help him heal faster and to see if he had any more blood. (God I’m so hungry. Hm… wonder if Riddick will feed me,) Harry parried in his mind as he ran his eyes over Riddick’s hot body. Johns, not liking the look Harry was giving Riddick, blocked his view before he answered him.
“About half an hour or so,” Johns answered. Riddick let out a growl but before Riddick could rip Johns’ head off for touching or being near Harry, they heard Fry calling.
"JOHNS! WE NEED YOUR HELP OUT HERE!" Fry’s whiny voice shouted.
They turned to the noise, for that is what it was. (God, with a voice like that I’m so happy to love men,) Harry thought as he sat down again, feeling too weak to stand any longer.
“You going to be alright Harry?” Johns asked, seeing him sit down and wince in pain.
“I’ll be fine, Johns. You better go see what the bitch wants before someone slits her throat just to shut her up,” Harry said cheekily. Reluctantly, Johns moved out of the room as she called again.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Harry and Riddick started to laugh, even when it hurt Harry to do so. Harry fell in love with Riddick’s laugh. It was more a rumble deep inside his chest, that dark voice sent shivers down Harry’s back. After the laughter faded, both of them looked at each other. Glowing green eyes clashed with glowing sliver as Riddick walked over to Harry
"You lied to Johns. What's wrong?" Riddick knelt at his side. Harry stared at a bulkhead for a moment, before turning his gaze on him.
"You can't say you haven't noticed I'm not all that human." Riddick chuckled.
"Not hard to figure out." Harry grinned.
"Guess not. I'm half-blooded, two different species. Both... live for a very long time," he murmured wryly. Understatement of the millennium. “I lost too much blood in that cavern,” he continued. “If I were just one of those two species, I’d be fine. I’d be outside right now, glaring daggers into that insane psycho bitch for forcing me to go down there. The other part of me, though… it’s hungering for the blood I lost. Because of that half of me, I can’t create new blood. In order to survive, I need to take it from others.”
“Half vampire.” Harry looked at him in surprise. Riddick shrugged. “Vampires may have died out about eight hundred years ago, but their legends still exist.” Harry looked past him, eyes unfocused in memory.
“I must have slept longer than I thought,” he said softly.
“When were you born?” Harry blinked and turned his gaze back onto him.
“I was born circa A.D. 1980. Reborn circa A.D. 2001. Went to into hibernation circa A.D. 2184. Woke up six months ago.” Riddick whistled lowly through his teeth.
“Yeah, I’d say you slept for a long time.” Harry looked curious.
“What year is it? I never bothered to check.” Riddick thought for a moment.
“The calendars changed around A.D. 2350. It’s A.T. 707, now. After Terraforming,” he explained at Harry’s confused look.
“Eight hundred and thirty seven years,” Harry said in shock. “I slept for more than eight centuries.” He laughed, almost bitterly. “If I’m right about the months, I’ll be one thousand and seventy seven years old soon.”
“Then let me be the first to wish you happy birthday.” Harry gave him a smile that made Riddick want to take him right there, nosy crash survivors or no. But then it was gone as the smaller man brought a hand to his face, grimacing.
“It wasn’t enough,” Harry whispered. He leaned over to grab at his black bag, and nearly fell over as his head swam and vision blurred. Strong hands pulled him against an equally strong chest, and Harry sighed, leaning into the backwards embrace. He blinked at the wrist that suddenly appeared in front of his face.
“Here. You need blood, right? Take some of mine.” Harry looked over his shoulder in molten silver eyes.
“No. I’m hungry enough right now that… if I drink from you, and you aren’t… aren’t my…. Well, you’d die.”
“If I’m not your what?” Riddick rumbled into his neck, his nose running along the sift skin behind his ear. Harry shivered.
“If you aren’t my mate,” he whispered.
“And if I’m your mate?” Riddick whispered
"Then I will be with you for eternity; you will live as long as I do. I will feed only from you, mate with only you” Harry panted the last bit; he started to purr as Riddick sucked on his neck.
"I'm not planning on giving you up to anyone. Mate or no, you're mine. Now drink." Riddick said with a growl, pushing his wrist in front of Harry’s mouth.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore, the blood called to him. His fangs grew and his lips turned a dark shade of blood red as his Vampire side came all the way out. Suddenly, he grabbed Riddick's arm and pulled his wrist towards his mouth holding on tightly, slowly running his lips and tongue over Riddick’s pulse point. He couldn't take it anymore and bit down deep into the skin, sucking as blood filled his mouth.
He went boneless with pleasure as he drunk the dark liquid, it was better than Firewhisky. It sent hot fire into his veins and to his cock. And it seemed to do the same for Riddick if what he was feeling behind him and the deep growling coming from his chest was any indication.
Harry gently eased his buttocks to nestle into the curve of Riddick’s groin. Harry still couldn’t believe how delectable Riddick tasted. He found the taste better than even the finest of wines in the world, or now universe. A taste he could easily become addicted to.
Harry noticed how warmth filled his form and shock filled him as he could feel the bond between him and Riddick fall into place. (Riddick is my mate, I… I found my true mate.) Happiness and pleasure filled Harry; he started to purr around Riddick’s wrist before he rubbed his buttocks harder into Riddick’s cock, feeling its hardness. Riddick started rocking with Harry’s movements; Harry rubbed back against him as he drank his fill. He savoured the flavour of the blood, before reluctantly removing his fangs, feeling fuller than he had in ages. He started licking the bite on Riddick’s wrist to make sure it was healed.
Riddick was panting and growling at the rush of Harry feeding off of him. “Riddick, oh Riddick you’re my mate my Dom,” Harry said, breathless. Harry turned his head, nuzzling Riddick’s shoulder, purring.
“Good,” Riddick growled in Harry’s ear. “To you, and you only my Vixen, I'm
your Hunter.”
Love and peace filled Harry; he couldn’t believe he, Harry Potter, had found his mate after waiting so long. After Severus died, he thought he was alone, alone forever, but now with Riddick, his other half by his side. Harry wasn’t alone anymore.
Harry slowly turned in Riddick’s arms to face him. Staring into those silver eyes, Harry was captured; he felt like he was drowning in Riddick’s gaze. (How can a man have such a passionate eyes?) Riddick had the same thoughts as he stared into the most stunning emerald jewels he had ever seen.
“Take me, Riddick; claim what is now yours to claim,” Harry whispered huskily.
With a groan mixed with a growl, Riddick moved to rest his body over Harry’s settling in-between his thighs, mindful of the wounds on Harry’s stomach and shoulder. While doing so, Riddick gently pushed Harry to lie down against the makeshift bed. Feeling the warm body above his, Harry’s cock tightened uncomfortably against his trousers.
Riddick gently placed his hand on ether side of Harry’s face. Looking into those passion and love filled eyes of his Vixen, ~MINE. MY MATE~ was all Riddick thought as he gently caressed his Vixen’s soft face with his right hand. Turning his head into the rough palm, Harry nuzzled it before planting hot open-mouthed kisses as well as sliding his wet tongue over it, tracing his life and love line.
“Please Riddick, please,” Harry pleaded to be taken, claimed by his Hunter even if they really didn’t have the time at the moment with all the others outside. (Fuck them!) Harry thought as he nibbled and sucked on Riddick’s palm.
“Mine, my Vixen, all mine,” Riddick growled before crushing Harry’s mouth with his own. It was filled with passion, lust and surprisingly love, an emotion that Riddick thought he had forgotten and lost a long time ago.
Harry felt a silky warm tongue running across his bottom lip asking for entrance into his hot mouth, into his very soul. Opening his mouth, Harry gave that lusty tongue the entrance it wanted, both tongues explored the other’s mouth. Too involved in the kiss Harry didn’t notice Riddick’s right hand moving south until it trailed down his chest and pinched a nipple. Harry arched his body and moaned deeply at the feeling of fire burning through him.
Riddick broke the kiss, leaving Harry dazed and breathless.
“Wow,” Harry whispered breathlessly, panting for air.
He heard Riddick’s sexy dark chuckle. Harry couldn’t believe it as he felt his cheeks warm. He hadn’t blushed since he caught Severus in the shower that one time, Harry couldn’t look at Severus without blushing for a week. Riddick pulled down Harry’s trousers and let his cock spring free, Taking it into his hand Riddick slowly ran his thump over the now purple head, lubricating his hand with pre-cum, Harry gave a silent cry as he arch his body to the feel of Riddick’s rough hand pumped him. Harry was so close he would come and minuet.
But sadly fate wasn’t on Harry side this day
As Riddick heard the pitter-patter of children’s feet heading their way. It was Jack and Ali, they must have noticed when Johns came out of the cargo ship that Harry was now alone and wished to see him.
Coming back to his senses, Harry could to hear the small steps coming. Cursing at their misfortune, Harry quietly cast a cleaning spell on both him and Riddick with the wave of his hand. (Fate hates me. Really couldn’t she wait ten more minuets? Ten fucking MINUETS,) Harry thought angrily as he moved to pull his trousers back up over his still ragging cock, before laying back onto the makeshift bed. The kids came into sight just as Riddick moved into the shadows.
~Just you wait my vixen, I’m not done with you yet,~ Riddick thought as Harry talked to the kids about going to the settlement.
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(ME) I think this is the longest chapter yet lol and my beta is still an angel (big kisses) to her. And I’m starting to feel sorry for Harry, fate really is being a bitch to him lol but I will let Riddick have him soon really if I don’t I may end up with a shiv at my neck (gulp)
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Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) yes its finished and I’m so happy ^_^ I think this is the longest chapter so far. Hope you enjoy and I like to say thank you for all the lovely Reviews I’m happy everyone is enjoying this story as much as I love writing it.
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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
“Talking”
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Chapter 8
Harry fell in and out of consciousness as Johns ran into the ship, taking him to where Riddick was being held, as it was the biggest space in the ship. Imam had grabbed some blankets, laying them on the ground so Johns could lay Harry down. Imam was taking Harry shirt and vest off as Johns was yelling at the others, standing around uselessly, to get something to stop the bleeding.
“M… my… b… bag,” Harry whispered in pain as he tried to reach for Jack, who was
still holding onto it.
“Shh, my son, you must rest,” Imam said to him in worry.
“In…in m…my bag, bl… black vile in my bag…. Need it… please.” Pain was beginning to cloud his mind, getting the better of him. He could feel Riddick’s eyes on him as he whimpered in pain as they cleaned his shoulder and stomach with the only thing they had available – Paris’s alcohol, which would help to cleanse the wounds.
“Jack, give me the bag,” Imam ordered softly, holding his hand out to the bag in the kid’s hands. Shakily, Jack gave it to Imam, still looking in shock at all the blood coming from
Harry.
Imam riffled through it until he heard a clink of glass in a smaller black cloth case. He took it out and looked at Harry. "In here?" Harry nodded his head as he was into much pain to speak.
Taking the vile out, Imam opened it and placed it over Harry’s mouth. As Harry let the blood run down his throat, he felt some strength come back to him. But he was hungry for more; the bloodlust pulled at him, telling him that a veritable buffet sat right in front of him. He ignored it; he couldn’t afford to show the others what he was just yet.
With the strength he had recovered from the little bit of condensed blood, he reached into his bag and took out a case like the black one, only a navy blue in colour. He opened it and took out a second vile, the liquid inside a murky green, labeled in black block letters. He downed it without a second thought, grimacing. Even after a thousand years, potions still tasted as horrible as ever.
Pain left him as the potions worked to heal and take the pain away. Imam and Johns banded his shoulder and stomach. Slowly, he let his eyes close and fell into a healing sleep. Before the realm of dreams could take him, he heard a growl not far from him.
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Time change
Riddick sat still as he heard them make their way to the hole. He didn’t like the look Fry had as she left. ~That bitch better not get my vixen to go down the hole. Or there be hell to pay,~ Riddick thought as he sat in the dark.
Concentrating, he could hear them.... Smell them.... He could smell his vixen’s anger and fear... He growled as he heard his Harry agree to go down, if only to shut them up. ~I'll shut them up all right,~ he thought darkly, already imagining their gruesome deaths.
Riddick could hear Harry’s heart speed up the further he went down. He could feel his vixen’s fear spike suddenly, and he began to pull at his restraints, testing them, hoping to break the chains. All he accomplished was a cacophony of clanging metal, even as he began to pull at them harder when he heard his vixen scream in pain. He could hear him call for help to be let out, but the restraints stayed as strong as ever. A strange sense of helplessness filled his chest, something he had never felt before. The smell of blood reached him, and a roar was building inside his chest at the scent of his vixen’s blood and cried out for him.
“Get it off me! Get it the fuck off me!” Riddick's head turned as he heard Harry’s yell, the fear in his voice made his blood boil. Riddick growled, pissed when the restraints refused to give even an inch.
The sound of feet pounded towards him, and the smell of his Vixen’s blood grew stronger as they came closer to him. Riddick watched Johns carry Harry into the room with a panicked look on his face as Imam pulled blankets onto the ground for Harry to lie upon. His eyes darkened at the amount of blood revealed when Imam cut the shirt off of him.
“M… my… b… bag,” Riddick heard the pained whimper from Harry as he watched him reach for the kid, Jack. His heart filled with pain as he watched from afar. Riddick watched as the others stood around, useless, as Imam and Johns tried to stop the bleeding.
“Shh, my son, you must rest,” Imam said to his vixen in worry.
“In…in m…my bag, bl… black vile in my bag…. Need it… please,” Riddick’s eyes didn’t leave Harry as he could barely speak. Anther whimper came again as the others cleaned the wounds on Harry’s shoulder and stomach with Paris’s alcohol and Riddick sat, tensed and motionless. All he could do was watch on as his mate was in pain.
“Jack, give me the bag,” the holy man ordered softly. ~I’ll spare him and his sons if he helps my mate…. Mate. Is… he my mate?~ Riddick thought as he watched Imam rifle through the bag until Riddick heard a clink of glass and saw Imam take out a smaller black cloth case. "In here?" asked the holy man. Harry nodded his head. Riddick could tell he was in too much pain to talk anymore.
The holy man pulled a black vile out of the case before opening it, and when he did Riddick could smell new blood from inside of it. Imam placed it over his vixen’s mouth and heat rushed through Riddick’s veins as he watched Harry drink the blood.
He could smell the hunger from him, even as he pulled out a navy blue case and pulled out a murky green vile. Watching Harry drink that one as well, he could tell the pain was leaving him and with it, Riddick’s pain left as well. He watched Harry slowly close his eyes in peace as his vixen fell into sleep.
~There’s going to be hell to pay for this.~ Riddick growled as he thought of the things he would do to them for hurting his Vixen. At the growl everyone jumped, forgetting Riddick was even in the room. They turned to him as he leaned into the light "What the fuck happened?" Riddick rumbled.
"Fry wouldn’t go down the hole," Jack said, giving the woman a dark look. "So Harry went down instead. Whatever’s down there got him, and got him good.” Fry swallowed, eyes flitting around as the others gave her accusing looks.
“What, too scared Carolyn?” Riddick said, his silver eyes staring hard into hers.
“Can’t face your fears?”
Fry didn’t respond. Seeing that she wouldn’t receive help from any of the others, she clenched her jaw, held her head up, and stormed out of the hold. After a long moment, the others followed her into the sun to give Harry some peace to rest; all but Johns. Johns sat down leaning against a bulkhead, his big gage slung over his knees, and stared at Harry.
He looked up and met Riddick’s gaze. They sat, staring at each other, in
silence.
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Harry groaned silently before turning onto his side. He saw Johns and
Riddick talking about something. Trying to focus on them, Harry caught what
they were saying.
“So here’s the deal. You work without chains, without bit and without shivs. You do what I say when I say it,” Johns said.
“For what? The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you,” Riddick answered.
“The truth is… I’m tired of chasing you.”
“Are you saying you’d cut me loose?” Riddick said in shock.
“I’m thinking you could have died in the crash,” Johns replied
“My recommendation: Do me. Don’t take the chance that I’ll get shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass,” Riddick rumbled.
“No.”
“Ghost me, motherfucker. That is what I would do to you,” Riddick said with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, Johns pulled out his gun and fired. Riddick turned his head away, thinking Johns was going to kill him. But he had shot the chain holding Riddick in place instead.
“I want you to remember this moment. The way it could have gone, and didn’t,” John said, staring at Riddick as he sat there.
“Here.” Johns handed Riddick back his goggles. Suddenly, instead of going for the goggles Riddick went for the gun and pointed it at Johns.
“Take it easy,” Johns said, raising his hands
“Fuck you!”
“Do we have a deal?” Johns asked. They stared at each other for a moment before Riddick answered, “I want you to remember this moment.” He dropped the gun on the floor before he started to walk away.
Harry tried to sit up, but the pain made him lie down again, closing his eyes as well as whimper. Both men heard it, and the sound made Riddick stop in his tracks. The next thing he knew someone was kneeling by him. Opening his eyes slowly, Harry looked into blue eyes of Johns.
“What happened?” Harry choked out.
"Don't you remember?" Johns asked, checking the bindings around his shoulder. Harry hissed as they pulled at the wound and blinked as the memory came rushing back to him.
"That bitch!" Harry snarled, sitting up abruptly, causing him to wince in pain. "I'm going to rip her throat out!" Trying to stand with some trouble, Harry accepted the hand Johns held out as he stood, one hand pressed against the wrappings across his abdomen. "I should throw her down one of those bloody spires and let her face those fucking overgrown lizards herself."
“Did you see Zeke down there?” Johns asked.
"Oh, yeah, I saw Zeke alright. If you still want his right foot, you better send Fry to get it, because there's no way in hell I'm going back down there," Harry said sarcastically. Harry looked around him to see Riddick standing there, free, which was a happy thought.
“How long was I out?” Harry asked as he reached for his bag, looking for more potions to help him heal faster and to see if he had any more blood. (God I’m so hungry. Hm… wonder if Riddick will feed me,) Harry parried in his mind as he ran his eyes over Riddick’s hot body. Johns, not liking the look Harry was giving Riddick, blocked his view before he answered him.
“About half an hour or so,” Johns answered. Riddick let out a growl but before Riddick could rip Johns’ head off for touching or being near Harry, they heard Fry calling.
"JOHNS! WE NEED YOUR HELP OUT HERE!" Fry’s whiny voice shouted.
They turned to the noise, for that is what it was. (God, with a voice like that I’m so happy to love men,) Harry thought as he sat down again, feeling too weak to stand any longer.
“You going to be alright Harry?” Johns asked, seeing him sit down and wince in pain.
“I’ll be fine, Johns. You better go see what the bitch wants before someone slits her throat just to shut her up,” Harry said cheekily. Reluctantly, Johns moved out of the room as she called again.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Harry and Riddick started to laugh, even when it hurt Harry to do so. Harry fell in love with Riddick’s laugh. It was more a rumble deep inside his chest, that dark voice sent shivers down Harry’s back. After the laughter faded, both of them looked at each other. Glowing green eyes clashed with glowing sliver as Riddick walked over to Harry
"You lied to Johns. What's wrong?" Riddick knelt at his side. Harry stared at a bulkhead for a moment, before turning his gaze on him.
"You can't say you haven't noticed I'm not all that human." Riddick chuckled.
"Not hard to figure out." Harry grinned.
"Guess not. I'm half-blooded, two different species. Both... live for a very long time," he murmured wryly. Understatement of the millennium. “I lost too much blood in that cavern,” he continued. “If I were just one of those two species, I’d be fine. I’d be outside right now, glaring daggers into that insane psycho bitch for forcing me to go down there. The other part of me, though… it’s hungering for the blood I lost. Because of that half of me, I can’t create new blood. In order to survive, I need to take it from others.”
“Half vampire.” Harry looked at him in surprise. Riddick shrugged. “Vampires may have died out about eight hundred years ago, but their legends still exist.” Harry looked past him, eyes unfocused in memory.
“I must have slept longer than I thought,” he said softly.
“When were you born?” Harry blinked and turned his gaze back onto him.
“I was born circa A.D. 1980. Reborn circa A.D. 2001. Went to into hibernation circa A.D. 2184. Woke up six months ago.” Riddick whistled lowly through his teeth.
“Yeah, I’d say you slept for a long time.” Harry looked curious.
“What year is it? I never bothered to check.” Riddick thought for a moment.
“The calendars changed around A.D. 2350. It’s A.T. 707, now. After Terraforming,” he explained at Harry’s confused look.
“Eight hundred and thirty seven years,” Harry said in shock. “I slept for more than eight centuries.” He laughed, almost bitterly. “If I’m right about the months, I’ll be one thousand and seventy seven years old soon.”
“Then let me be the first to wish you happy birthday.” Harry gave him a smile that made Riddick want to take him right there, nosy crash survivors or no. But then it was gone as the smaller man brought a hand to his face, grimacing.
“It wasn’t enough,” Harry whispered. He leaned over to grab at his black bag, and nearly fell over as his head swam and vision blurred. Strong hands pulled him against an equally strong chest, and Harry sighed, leaning into the backwards embrace. He blinked at the wrist that suddenly appeared in front of his face.
“Here. You need blood, right? Take some of mine.” Harry looked over his shoulder in molten silver eyes.
“No. I’m hungry enough right now that… if I drink from you, and you aren’t… aren’t my…. Well, you’d die.”
“If I’m not your what?” Riddick rumbled into his neck, his nose running along the sift skin behind his ear. Harry shivered.
“If you aren’t my mate,” he whispered.
“And if I’m your mate?” Riddick whispered
"Then I will be with you for eternity; you will live as long as I do. I will feed only from you, mate with only you” Harry panted the last bit; he started to purr as Riddick sucked on his neck.
"I'm not planning on giving you up to anyone. Mate or no, you're mine. Now drink." Riddick said with a growl, pushing his wrist in front of Harry’s mouth.
Harry couldn’t take it anymore, the blood called to him. His fangs grew and his lips turned a dark shade of blood red as his Vampire side came all the way out. Suddenly, he grabbed Riddick's arm and pulled his wrist towards his mouth holding on tightly, slowly running his lips and tongue over Riddick’s pulse point. He couldn't take it anymore and bit down deep into the skin, sucking as blood filled his mouth.
He went boneless with pleasure as he drunk the dark liquid, it was better than Firewhisky. It sent hot fire into his veins and to his cock. And it seemed to do the same for Riddick if what he was feeling behind him and the deep growling coming from his chest was any indication.
Harry gently eased his buttocks to nestle into the curve of Riddick’s groin. Harry still couldn’t believe how delectable Riddick tasted. He found the taste better than even the finest of wines in the world, or now universe. A taste he could easily become addicted to.
Harry noticed how warmth filled his form and shock filled him as he could feel the bond between him and Riddick fall into place. (Riddick is my mate, I… I found my true mate.) Happiness and pleasure filled Harry; he started to purr around Riddick’s wrist before he rubbed his buttocks harder into Riddick’s cock, feeling its hardness. Riddick started rocking with Harry’s movements; Harry rubbed back against him as he drank his fill. He savoured the flavour of the blood, before reluctantly removing his fangs, feeling fuller than he had in ages. He started licking the bite on Riddick’s wrist to make sure it was healed.
Riddick was panting and growling at the rush of Harry feeding off of him. “Riddick, oh Riddick you’re my mate my Dom,” Harry said, breathless. Harry turned his head, nuzzling Riddick’s shoulder, purring.
“Good,” Riddick growled in Harry’s ear. “To you, and you only my Vixen, I'm
your Hunter.”
Love and peace filled Harry; he couldn’t believe he, Harry Potter, had found his mate after waiting so long. After Severus died, he thought he was alone, alone forever, but now with Riddick, his other half by his side. Harry wasn’t alone anymore.
Harry slowly turned in Riddick’s arms to face him. Staring into those silver eyes, Harry was captured; he felt like he was drowning in Riddick’s gaze. (How can a man have such a passionate eyes?) Riddick had the same thoughts as he stared into the most stunning emerald jewels he had ever seen.
“Take me, Riddick; claim what is now yours to claim,” Harry whispered huskily.
With a groan mixed with a growl, Riddick moved to rest his body over Harry’s settling in-between his thighs, mindful of the wounds on Harry’s stomach and shoulder. While doing so, Riddick gently pushed Harry to lie down against the makeshift bed. Feeling the warm body above his, Harry’s cock tightened uncomfortably against his trousers.
Riddick gently placed his hand on ether side of Harry’s face. Looking into those passion and love filled eyes of his Vixen, ~MINE. MY MATE~ was all Riddick thought as he gently caressed his Vixen’s soft face with his right hand. Turning his head into the rough palm, Harry nuzzled it before planting hot open-mouthed kisses as well as sliding his wet tongue over it, tracing his life and love line.
“Please Riddick, please,” Harry pleaded to be taken, claimed by his Hunter even if they really didn’t have the time at the moment with all the others outside. (Fuck them!) Harry thought as he nibbled and sucked on Riddick’s palm.
“Mine, my Vixen, all mine,” Riddick growled before crushing Harry’s mouth with his own. It was filled with passion, lust and surprisingly love, an emotion that Riddick thought he had forgotten and lost a long time ago.
Harry felt a silky warm tongue running across his bottom lip asking for entrance into his hot mouth, into his very soul. Opening his mouth, Harry gave that lusty tongue the entrance it wanted, both tongues explored the other’s mouth. Too involved in the kiss Harry didn’t notice Riddick’s right hand moving south until it trailed down his chest and pinched a nipple. Harry arched his body and moaned deeply at the feeling of fire burning through him.
Riddick broke the kiss, leaving Harry dazed and breathless.
“Wow,” Harry whispered breathlessly, panting for air.
He heard Riddick’s sexy dark chuckle. Harry couldn’t believe it as he felt his cheeks warm. He hadn’t blushed since he caught Severus in the shower that one time, Harry couldn’t look at Severus without blushing for a week. Riddick pulled down Harry’s trousers and let his cock spring free, Taking it into his hand Riddick slowly ran his thump over the now purple head, lubricating his hand with pre-cum, Harry gave a silent cry as he arch his body to the feel of Riddick’s rough hand pumped him. Harry was so close he would come and minuet.
But sadly fate wasn’t on Harry side this day
As Riddick heard the pitter-patter of children’s feet heading their way. It was Jack and Ali, they must have noticed when Johns came out of the cargo ship that Harry was now alone and wished to see him.
Coming back to his senses, Harry could to hear the small steps coming. Cursing at their misfortune, Harry quietly cast a cleaning spell on both him and Riddick with the wave of his hand. (Fate hates me. Really couldn’t she wait ten more minuets? Ten fucking MINUETS,) Harry thought angrily as he moved to pull his trousers back up over his still ragging cock, before laying back onto the makeshift bed. The kids came into sight just as Riddick moved into the shadows.
~Just you wait my vixen, I’m not done with you yet,~ Riddick thought as Harry talked to the kids about going to the settlement.
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(ME) I think this is the longest chapter yet lol and my beta is still an angel (big kisses) to her. And I’m starting to feel sorry for Harry, fate really is being a bitch to him lol but I will let Riddick have him soon really if I don’t I may end up with a shiv at my neck (gulp)
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