Darkness Leads the Way

Chapter 8

Welcome the Beast

By Chaosdreamer

A Chronicles of Riddick fanfic
Pairing: Slash Riddick/Vaako
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Pitch Black or Chronicles of Riddick. They belong to David Twohy and Universal Studios. *Pity*
ALSO NOTE: Vaako's first name 'Cylus' comes from silver-sun's awesome Riddick/Vaako fic. The fic impressed me so much that the name stayed in my mind so long without me even noticing.
So then, the first name 'Cylus' is in dedication and owned by silver-sun.
Warning: Language, harshness. There will be violence and gore, so be warned.
Author's note: *blushing extremely* I will finally be using, what I've been told, is a more appropriate terminology instead of 'shaft' for the male anatomy.
So then, it shall be…the 'c' word.
I'm sorry! I'm new at using that word!

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Vaako's reaction was instantaneous.

The minute the lights went off, Vaako's blood went as cold as ice.

The heavy silence of darkness was surrounding him, filling his lungs like a physical weight.

But he knew that the silence only lasted for so long, and he sometimes hoped that the weight would be too much on his chest and lungs, that he would pass out from the strain.

There was no such kind of mercy.

The first sound of whooping and chattering made him jump, Vaako slapping his hands over his ears, trying to deafen out the horrible sounds, "Stop it!" He hissed. "Stop it."

Regardless of his words the sounds began to heighten in pitch and frequency, howls and hisses intermingling. He could practically hear the sounds of claws raking and running along the floor, scaling the walls and ceilings.

They were everywhere.

There was no escape.

No escape.

"No no no no no no no no no…" He repeated that helpless mantra, body beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"…v..aako…"

A burst of adrenaline caused Vaako to move quickly, the Commander spinning away from the noise that surrounded him, backing himself into a far corner of the room. His hands slipped away from covering his ears to fold around himself, the man hunched over, hair blanketing his face and front. He had thought, believed, that he had escaped that version of hell. But he was back, blind and unable to see the enemies around him.

But they were there.

'Don't let them see me, don't let them see me.' He chanted silently, pushing himself so far and so hard back into the corner that his shoulder blades and shoulders flinched from the force and strain. If he could he wished he could disappear into the wall, wanting only to fade away, unseen, so that he could escape from this darkness.

"Vaako.."

The snarls and whooping was almost deafening, the slap and sweeping of wings sharp and nearly vibrating through him. Rattling growls and hisses seemed to draw closer and closer, and no matter how hard Vaako tried he couldn't move any further back.

"VAAKO!"

The sudden loud sound tore through him, for the moment shattering the sounds of numerous beasts slowly closing in. Vaako blindly turned in the direction that the sound had come from, unable to discern the outline of Riddick at the far side of the room.

"There's nothing here, Vaako. 'S just you and me. Nothing else." Riddick's voice echoed around him, keeping the beasts in his mind at bay.

But they hovered, always watching and waiting.

Vaako swallowed, trying to persist his throat to work, "I can hear them all around me." He groaned softly in dismay.

"You've got to trust me. There's nothing else in here. Don't let them consume you." Riddick maintained ruthlessly.

"Shut up! Just shut up! You don't know what it's like! You don't know how it feels..to be so afraid…when you know that you shouldn't give a damn…because you're one of the fucking Necromonger elite!" Vaako shuddered, "We're not supposed to feel anything. If we bleed, we bleed. If we die, we die. That's just the way it is!"

"You're right. I don't know what it's like." Riddick growled from the dark. "I was a murderer, a prisoner. We were fortunate for every breath and minute we had. When the ship crashed on that planet, I felt nothing at finding out that those creatures existed, that as the light began to fade, we were screwed royally.

"I wasn't any different from those beasts on that planet." Riddick continued coldly, "I've killed with my bare hands, using whatever I had to, even my own teeth if necessary. Those beasts, hell, they were just competition in my eyes. Fellow predators. We understood the rules: Only one predator has to right to live.

"Possible escape from the planet? I seized that opportunity. Why not? Better than having to deal with the survivors of the crash. Slowed me down, were mere cannon fodder. Couldn't even see three feet in front of them. Got out of breath just from a short jog. In my eyes they were expendable. Just part of the herd. I could use them for my own advantage or leave them to be slaughtered like so much meat.

"The most fucked-up part? Fry. That damn woman made me human. Made me feel things that should have been dead. I could handle anything on that planet before her. I was an animal! That was my world, my element. I've survived in prisons that made that place feel like just another day in good ol' Butcher Bay or any one of those garbage dumps in the universe.

"But Fry? She'd died for any of the survivors that managed to scrape themselves up off of the ground and push forward. Wouldn't die for me, though. Gave her that much. In the end, though, when she came for me when I was bleeding and down, cut open by those fuckers that snuck up on me, she said the same thing: 'I said I'd die for them-not you!'.

"Practically the last thing she said before she was ripped away from me. Stood between the other beast and me. Her death gave me life."

"I lost the first person out of the few that thought I was worth livin'. I shouldn't have given a damn, nor cared about the other survivors waiting in the ship. Should've just finished them off; made my life a whole lot simpler. But I did give a damn, and look at me, I'm still alive and here." Riddick finished, not moving from his spot on the other side of the room.

"So now you gotta make the choice. You going to stand up, even if you're bleeding and raw? Or are you going to let them drag you down, make the whole act of surviving that hell hole pointless?"

"It's not that simple." Vaako replied.

"Nothin' is." The other man countered.

Brief silence, Vaako beginning to panic that perhaps the Lord Marshall had actually decided to leave him.

"Maybe what you need is someone to watch your back." Riddick finally broke the silence.

"I don't need anyone!" Vaako growled.

Another short length of silence, "All right."

Vaako started when he heard the light tread of footsteps, moving away from him and in the direction of another room connected to the one he was in. "Wait-What are you doing?" Vaako demanded.

Riddick paused, halfway opening the door, caught between sliding his body through the space provided. Silver eyes flashed in the dark, meeting Vaako's. "If you don't need anyone, then you can get yourself out of this room. Besides, the light switch is just at the end of the room."

Leaving it at that Riddick closed the door behind him with a final, decisive click.

Vaako groaned softly in dismay. "I don't know what side of the room I'm at." He whispered out loud to no one.

However far or close the light switch was, or whatever direction it was in, it might as well have been several miles out of his reach.

Trying to pull himself together Vaako began to inch towards his right, moving as slowly and carefully as possible lest he run into some unseen furniture or trip over the various rugs scattered across the floor. His right hand wavered in the air as he reached outward, feeling blindly in whatever direction as far as he could.

'I don't need anyone,' He persisted stubbornly in his head, 'The only person I can rely upon is myself!'

He was failing to convince himself.

A sudden hiss to his right caused Vaako to snatch his hand back as if burned, away from the sudden blast of sound, his sudden courage evaporating immediately as the sounds of the beasts began to return in full-force.

"There's nothing there." He moaned softly to himself, tongue nearly sticking to the roof of his mouth from lack of saliva, mouth drying up from the seed of fear that was growing and festering inside of him.

As if answering him a long hoot and chirping call echoed all around him, causing Vaako to cringe back and away. He bumped his hip into what he assumed was the nightstand, startling away as it thumped loudly against the wall and something on its surface rattling, the noise mingling into the clacking and thumping of the beasts scaling and circling all around him.

"There's nothing-" Cut off by a particularly viscous hiss and snarl to his left Vaako stumbled away, collapsing and falling against the side of the bed. He immediately placed his back to it, left hand reaching up and over his shoulder to clutch at the thick blankets along the top of the mattress.

Vaako pulled his legs closer in front of him, wrapping his other arm around his knees, forcing his left hand to let go of the comforters, resting it on top of his head as he buried his face against the hard sturdiness of his knees. Vaako's left hand tangled further through his hair, as the sounds seemed to move closer and closer, as if large bodies were leading the noise towards him. He squeezed his eyes shut, locking himself in the darkness he knew rather then willingly let his eyes open and witness the darkness in the room.

'I don't need anyone…' He persisted silently.

'I don't…'

The shrieks and calls of the beasts were becoming unbearable, Vaako certain that his ears should be bleeding from the intensity and pain of it.

'Not real, not real, not real, not real, not real.' The internal mantra sounded like a helpless sob of pain, his body shaking and cold, trying to curl his limbs closer in order to preserve as much heat as possible.

Right back to where he had last been. Curled up in that damn coffin otherwise known as an underground emergency bunker. Fooling himself into believing that the silence above him was a sign that the creatures had finally relented in their search, only to have his hopes crushed and ground to dust by the sounds of numerous bodies shifting and skittering across the ceiling.

At least he hadn't felt the desire for food or water. Hunger had stopped being an issue, his stomach growing numb from lack of food, ceasing its growls for food several days earlier.

'NO! I'm not back there! I'm here, on this ship, in this room! They're all gone, none of them are here!' He shouted back at the cloud of doubts stirring within his mind.

'If that's the case, then why are you still so afraid?' He asked himself.

'I don't…' He stumbled in mid-thought, unable to come up with an answer.

More sounds continued, increasing and changing in pitch, growing more frantic and vicious.

'need…'

"Riddick!" Vaako pleaded, clutching tighter with his one arm around his knees, other hand burying itself further through the dark strands of hair.

Vaako didn't hear the door open, nor the quick sound of long legs covering the distance to him, but he practically collapsed into the arms that suddenly enveloped him. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the comfort he found in the simple hold, the screeching steadily dying out all around him. Leaving him sane and for once at peace, without having to need a single light on.

Riddick helped Vaako untangle the hand from his hair and unwrap the one arm from his knees, allowing for him to pull the dark-haired man closer. Vaako buried his face against an armored collar, surprising both of them by throwing his arms over Riddick's shoulder, wrapping them tight around Riddick's strong neck.

"'S all right." Riddick soothed, one gloved hand smoothing out the long strands of hair falling down Vaako's back, the long strokes helping the ease the faint but still present shivers that wracked the Commander's body.

Whatever words Vaako used to respond were muffled against Riddick's collar.

Riddick chuckled. "Expect that you probably just insulted me. I think I deserved that."

Riddick shifted, still maintaining his grip on the other man, "We've got to work together to stand you up, Vaako." The other man finally rose up with the Lord Marshall, making a small pained sound from the cramping in his legs and shoulders from having crouched so long.

Vaako tugged on the Lord Marshall, pulling them both backwards, the back of his knees hitting the bed. Sensing the Commander's intentions Riddick twisted them around so they sat side by side, Vaako on the side facing the foot of the large bed.

Staring down at the other man, Riddick was in near awe of the colors granted from his sight. Various shades of purple, ivory, and even small splashes of blue washed over Vaako's body, arms looser around Riddick but still stretched over his shoulders. His hair alone shone a deep velvet purple, black eyes the same deep color framed by silver highlighted eyelashes and eyebrows.

With one hand Riddick brushed his thumb underneath each eye, watching as Vaako's eyes fell shut at the careful touch. When Riddick's thumb passed over his bottom lip, he noticed a splash of light purple appear when he applied soft pressure.

"Beautiful." The Lord Marshall marveled at the splash of blue across Vaako's cheeks when he apparently blushed.

"Don't tease me." Vaako muttered.

"All right." Riddick gave Vaako plenty of time and warning to pull away as his head descended. Vaako surprised him by leaning forward into the kiss.

Vaako sighed against Riddick's mouth, uncertain if his eyes were open or closed, uncaring now of the darkness around them. He tilted his head back to allow for Riddick to tilt his own head at a different angle, pressing them closer. The Commander shivered at the cool press of armor against his shirt, the coolness leeching through the material of his shirt; cool enough against his skin that he felt his nipples tighten.

With a wet sound of flesh pulling away from flesh Vaako drew in a breath of air, "Don't do that!" Vaako commanded, leaning his chest away from Riddick's. "It's cold."

For a moment Riddick was unsure as to what Vaako meant, but quickly discerned from Vaako's flush and how he was leaning away. He slid his hands up, splaying them across Vaako's chest, fingertips brushing across the ivory shirt and across the pair of pebbled flesh.

At the sound of Vaako's soft ill-contained whine, Riddick grinned in the dark, "You're real sensitive." He noted.

Vaako blushed even further, clamping his mouth shut.

"What?" Riddick asked, tilting his head, unseen by Vaako, in curiosity, "No one ever played with them?"

Riddick could practically see Vaako's hackles rise, "Men don't respond that way!"

"Why not? Women do." Riddick cut Vaako off before he could start, "The only difference between men and women is their proportions and what they're carrying in their pants." Emphasizing his statement one of Riddick's hands slid down to massage his palm over Vaako's covered groin.

It was hard to keep his craving in check when Vaako's head fell back at that simple touch, legs unconsciously spreading, rocking his hips against Riddick's hand.

Riddick grit his teeth, feeling his own cock rising up and responding eagerly, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Don't feel obligated, Vaako."

"I don't." Vaako hesitated over his words, "I mean, I'm glad you stayed. And I do trust you a little more. I was just-" He bit his lip, unable to continue.

Riddick let it go, not wanting to push Vaako. "You don’t have to feel you have to do anything." He reminded once again.

Vaako lifted his head, looking in the general direction of Riddick's gaze, "I know. Maybe this is a way for ensuring my trust in you…andinsomethingbetweenus." He said the last part in one fast sentence.

"Aah." Riddick made a committing sound.

"You can still tell me when to stop." He offered one last time.

Vaako hesitated, peering up blindly at Riddick.

Instead of answering verbally, Vaako reached up, hands finding Riddick's head. He tugged the man down, sealing their mouths together. Taking a more aggressive approach that he had never done before, even with his past wife, Vaako flicked his tongue along Riddick's lips, delighting in the small sound that escaped the larger man. When Riddick's mouth opened up slightly Vaako bravely stretched his tongue out, tracing the edges of his upper teeth, shivering at the feel of the blunt canines.

But while Vaako was a novice in the more aggressive and tongue-contact form of kissing, Riddick exceeded him by practically three folds. Vaako found himself tugged closer by insistent arms, Riddick's own tongue wrapping around his like a serpent. Riddick slid his tongue along Vaako's, the ridged scrapping touch drawing a moan out of the dark-haired Commander.

When Riddick finally allowed Vaako to pull his appendage free the Commander drew in a deep drought of air, a short undignified squeak of surprise escaping him as Riddick's mouth sealed over his again, the force tilting his head back. The Lord Marshall's tongue plunged deep, the tip tracing along the roof of his mouth, making Vaako tremble from the tickling sensation. With long sweeping licks and twists Riddick seemed to map out over corner of Vaako's mouth, spending as much time as possible to find what areas made Vaako shiver from his head down to his knees.

Pulling away from Vaako, Riddick's tongue slid out, hanging between them for a moment, tracing one last quick flick along Vaako's damp bottom lip. The Lord Marshall grinned at Vaako's stunned expression, the man obviously and most likely having never been kissed in such a manner in his life.

That thought made Riddick ridiculously pleased with himself.

But Vaako always seemed to manage to surprise him. Riddick made his own undignified sound of surprise when he was suddenly shoved back. His back met the numerous thick pillows and headboard, finding his lap full with an eager Commander whom apparently was discovering a newly awakened joy in simple foreplay.

'Surprisingly aggressive little bastard too.' Riddick thought, chuckling silently to himself, eagerly accepting the hard kiss Vaako delivered, allowing for his own head to be tilted back by sure hands. Being on the bottom was a position Riddick had never willingly allowed himself to be put in; the few times that had occurred he had made sure to hunt those individuals down and greet them with a shiv shoved deep into their lower spine.

But Vaako, now, this man made bottom seem VERY sweet indeed.

Sitting up so that they were almost level, Vaako barely an inch above him, Riddick cheated by leaning forward, pressing his cool armor against Vaako's front, purposely drawing out the long moan and the sharp buck of hips against his.

Not listening to hear Vaako complain about his 'manliness' Riddick quickly with a sure hand nearly ripped the front of Vaako's shirt open, the sleek opening of the shirt spread wide, revealing pale skin that shone in the dark. A short stretch of dark hair started at the lowest edge of Vaako's and spread south.

Vaako pulled away from Riddick's mouth, making a sharp sound of dismay at the ruined state of his shirt.

Unwillingly to give Vaako a spare moment to draw breath for argument Riddick leaned close, laving one pale nipple, tracing the tip of his tongue along before sealing his lips over the hardened flesh.

Vaako bucked forward, hands clutching at Riddick's shoulders, soft moans escaping him when groin met groin, Riddick's free hand propped against his lower back, rocking him forward.

Riddick separated his mouth from Vaako's flesh, chuckling at the writhing man in his lap, "Very sensitive." He purred. He snapped his hips upward, nearly tossing Vaako off of him, hand at the Commander's lower back the only thing preventing him from falling off. "I know how to make you moan. Wonder what I have to do to make you scream."

Vaako bared his teeth at the Lord Marshall in a mock snarl, "Wouldn't you like to know." He commented dryly, seeming to dare Riddick.

Riddick merely grinned back.

Vaako cleared his throat suddenly, "Could you, perhaps, remove your armor?" He asked.

Riddick pasted a shocked expression on his face, "Already, Vaako? We haven't even gone on a date."

"You know what I mean." Vaako growled, not having to see Riddick's mock expression to know that the man was teasing him.

The Lord Marshall feigned a sigh of regret, "Well, that takes out half of the fun of watching you squirm."

"I am so full of anguish." Vaako supplied sarcastically.

"You should be." Riddick reprimanded, "Now I'll have to think of other things to do to make you writhe and jump."

"I think-" Vaako began.

"Nope." Riddick interrupted, pulling Vaako even closer, causing the man to spread his legs out further from on top of him to accommodate Riddick's legs and hips, "Time's up. No more talking." He leaned close to whisper into Vaako's ear, "If you want my armor off, you'll have to remove it yourself."

"I'm beginning to think you have some kink issues." Vaako noted wryly, however he reached around Riddick, hands sliding and feeling for the several latches on the back of the armor.

"What man doesn't? Take you for example. When I do this-" Jerking Vaako close he smashed his lips to the Commander's, literally stealing away his breath and train of thought. His tongue slid inside with ease, skimming along Vaako's own appendage like a musician's skilled fingers across a fine-tuned instrument.

When he pulled away, leaving Vaako's mouth once more damp and swollen, he allowed Vaako to regain his breath and wit, feeling the Commander muster up his will and forge forward, renewing his efforts to remove Riddick's solid armor piece. "I can make you lose your last train of thought." Riddick pointed out.

Vaako refused to rise to the bait, resiliently continuing his efforts to seek out the bottom-most latch of the armor.

Unwilling to back away from the temptation of such a man in his lap, passionate yet resistant, Riddick continued his relentless assault. Leaning his head down, the action allowed for Vaako to have easier access to the lower latch. Just as his hand made contact, Riddick ran his tongue along the center of his chest, slowly and steadily drawing it upwards as Vaako shivered, hands somehow managing to snap the bottom latch free. Vaako tilted his head up and backwards as Riddick continued upwards, tongue dipping into the hollow of his throat, snaking up over his adams apple, finally ending by flicking the tip at the bottom of Vaako's chin.

"You're an evil man." Vaako growled, cautiously moving forward, anticipating the most low-handed act.

He wasn't disappointed. As soon as he was pressed against Riddick, the hand at his lower back urged him even closer, pressing him against the armor that so tormented him. Vaako grit his teeth, refusing to show how much the coolness affected him. He stubbornly sought out the second latch, just above the previously opened one.

When he felt the hand slide past the waistband of his pants Vaako's eyes shuttered partially closed, pointless, really, since he was already nearly blind in the dark. He gulped, trying to regain his voice, somewhat tempted to smack Riddick on his head for being so damn persistent in his efforts to distract the Commander. "You seem very-" He bucked as Riddick's hand soon discovered that he wore no form of undergarments underneath his clothing, hand wrapping around the base of his cock, "v-very determined to stall me." He finished breathlessly.

Riddick hummed thoughtfully, stroking his hand back and forth in one long smooth sweep, relishing the long moan that escaped Vaako. "You don't seem to mind." He pointed out.

Vaako proceeded to ignore that last comment, stubbornly pushing forward, hand finally finding the second latch. He had a difficult time keeping his grip as Riddick continued to torment him, wringing as many gasps and moans from the Commander, apparently striving to see how many strokes or what applied pressure would take for Vaako to rock and buck his hips to meet Riddick's hand.

Finally snapping the second latch free, Vaako nearly shouted, "S-stop!" His other hand reached down to wrap tightly around Riddick's wrist. He nearly bit his tongue when the tightening of his hand on that strong wrist merely caused it to tighten in return, making him shift uncomfortably to ease the swollen state of his arousal. "If you keep that up, this will be finished before it even started."

Riddick's grin went unseen, but Vaako could fairly well imagine the Lord Marshall looking like the cat that ate the canary.

In the end, though, Riddick did remove his hand from within Vaako's pants, but an adept snap of his hand brought an answering snap, zipper falling open and nearly completely away from the front of Vaako's pants. "You're going to destroy all of my clothes." Vaako observed bitterly.

"You have others." Riddick answered.

"So says the man that does not have to walk the halls to reach his chambers." Vaako snorted. Finding the final latch he began to work quickly, finding this one, above the last two, to be extremely stubborn, refusing to open underneath the exertions of one hand. Reluctantly Vaako pushed forward, nearly cursing as the cold armor was once again laid against his front. Thankfully his other hand found its partner, both working diligently to free the last latch.

Riddick could almost picture Vaako, cursing him to every threshold and back, keeping to the shadows in order to pass unseen by fellow Necromongers. It would certainly take the Commander considerable time to reach his rooms, let alone traveling with his shirt splayed completely open to reveal alabaster skin, one hand keeping his pants closed and level to his waist.

"Definitely an interesting picture." Riddick thought out loud, raising his other hand from Vaako's hip to curl in through the long dark tail of hair, tilting the Commander's head to the side so that he could bite down, softly on the patch of skin where neck met collar.

The Commander's reaction was shocking and gratifying, the man stiffening and crying out sharply, voice ringing throughout the vast room. Vaako's hands unconsciously pulled Riddick closer, the Commander pulling the Lord Marshall closer.

'Think I found his sweet spot.' Riddick realized.

He exploited his knowledge to full-extent. The mere act of clamping teeth on flesh had nearly caused Vaako to leap out of his own skin. When Riddick applied more pressure, canines pressing to skin without breaking, Vaako moaned loudly, burying his face into Riddick's shoulder, panting softly, trying to will himself to finish removing Riddick's armor before it drove him insane.

The time it took him to get his hands in motion, Riddick was merciless. With the other hand still at Vaako's lower back, he rocked Vaako forward persistently, causing the man to slide and press bare skin against the cold armor, Vaako's skin pebbling and shuddering from the friction and coolness. The hand in his hair anchored his head partially to the side, without causing pain or a crick in his neck.

The Lord Marshall dragged his tongue across the patch of skin, damp from his breath, like a large feline, tasting the light sweat and everything that was Vaako.

Vaako pressed his lips to Riddick's throat, grunting as one particular rocking motion pressed him from collar to navel against Riddick's front, Vaako vainly attempting to shift away, but realizing he would have to release his grip on the last latch in order to do so.

With a few more internal curses Vaako finally managed to snap the latch free, nearly voicing his victory.

He gasped as he was tumbled backwards, head and back meeting the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate the Lord Marshall's width. He heard the distant clang of the armor having been tossed some distance away, followed by the dull thuds of what he assumed to be Riddick's gauntlets and gloves.

He shivered, unused to not having Riddick pressed against him, feeling isolated once again in the dark. "Please-" Vaako interrupted his plea when he felt the firm weight of the Lord Marshall on top of him, the man leaning forward to press a surprisingly light and restrained kiss on his lips.

Heat pressing to heat made Vaako thrust upward, delighting in the press of flesh to flesh, feeling the outline of Riddick's pecs and muscles against his. They were almost of the same build, but Riddick's shoulders were definitely more defined and larger, arms alone surpassing his.

"No fear, Vaako. Nothing else but us. Trust me." Riddick commanded.

Vaako pushed himself up by his elbows in confusion when Riddick slid down his body. The Commander was unsure of what the Lord Marshall planned to do, previous sexual interactions with his wife having never come around to either of them venturing to the other's groin.

Vaako fell back again, knees resting over Riddick's shoulders, not certain if he liked being laid out in such a manner, blind and unable to discern what the Lord Marshall was doing.

When wet heat suddenly surrounded him, Vaako nearly screamed, hips unconsciously attempting to thrust into that heat, but found his hips trapped by strong hands, thighs spread to allow for little movement.

"Ridd-" Vaako shuddered as the heat slid from base to tip, the Commander twisting his hands tight into the rumbled sheets beneath them. "Aaahh!!" Cry unrestrained when tongue traced the vein underneath his cock from base to tip.

It was almost too much to bear, rapture and pain at the same time. Bright flashes of lights filled his vision as he clamped his eyes shut against the indescribable wet heat and pressure. When the Lord Marshall began to bob his head, Vaako was thankful that he was already laid out otherwise he would have surely collapsed to the ground.

Releasing one hand from the comforters Vaako clamped the hand over his mouth, blocking out the various sounds of pleasure/pain, breath rattling through his hand, nostrils flaring as he tried to gain enough air.

Startled when he felt the weight on his hips disappear momentarily, strong hands catching both of his, pulling them down, entwined with the Lord Marshall's, to rest on top of his hips, the applied weight keeping his hips from twisting and thrusting as he so desperately wished to do.

"nnNNNnnN…" Vaako moaned helplessly, even the act of biting his bottom lip failing to restrain all sounds that escaped him.

The pressure and heat between his legs was building, too fast, too much. "Ridd-Riddick!! Wait, it's-" He begged, plea unacknowledged, the tempo merely increasing, the man applying suction that nearly caused Vaako's eyes to roll to the back of his head.

The Commander's eyes snapped open, upwards toward the ceiling, feeling the pinnacle approaching quickly, thighs shaking and hips rocking, seemingly separate from his own body. Vaako's hands tightened, fingers threaded with the Lord Marshall's, the man's grip keeping him anchored as he fell over the summit.

Vaako screamed as if he were dying, silently thanking whatever beings in existence that the walls were reinforced so that no sound would escape, the Commander mortified at the possibilities of anyone outside hearing him. Riddick had no mercy, never releasing Vaako's hips, continuing to bob and take in all senses of the Commander's pleasure.

When Vaako was finally spent, collapsing back, muscles limp and useless, Riddick released him with one last broad lick of his tongue along the head of Vaako's cock, earning a soft pained moan from the seemingly barely conscious Commander, lowering Vaako's legs from his shoulders.

Riddick pulled back, rearing onto his knees, situated between Vaako's spread legs, leaning over the man as if he were some deity accepted a human sacrifice.

"…Was that your first time anyone's ever gone down on you?" Riddick asked after making sure Vaako had managed to catch his breath.

The increased flush across Vaako's face answered for the man.

A feral growl rumbled within his chest, internal beast pleased to be the first to claim to man in such a way. He expressed his joy and pleasure by slamming his mouth against Vaako's, allowing the man to share a taste of the pleasure Riddick had wrung from him.

The taste of his fluids was bitter, Vaako meeting Riddick's tongue with his own, finding the bitter taste no unpleasant when greeted with the near tongue-fuck that the Lord Marshall so excelled in. He sighed softly when his mouth was released, unwrapping his hands from Riddick's in order to push his hair back from his face.

Riddick had personally delighted in such a spectacle. Vaako's hair spread around him, several strands escaping to fall across his face. Face flushed, mouth open in sounds of pleasure infused with pain. Vaako's eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head made him glorify his ability to make the man lose such coherence and focus.

Vaako felt the brush of Riddick's groin against his thigh, the Lord Marshall's lack of release evidence by the hardness of his cock within the confines of his pants.

"What about you?" Vaako asked, raising a hand to skim it carefully over the hard bulge between Riddick's legs.

Riddick swallowed, containing himself from thrusting forward into that careful touch.

"Your choice." Riddick managed to squeeze out through grit teeth.

Vaako managed a small laugh. "...I don't think I'll have too much energy. I'll let you lead."

Riddick helped Vaako move so that he was now resting at the head of the bed, laid out on his side, head collapsing on one of the larger pillows. Riddick pressed up against him from behind forced to open the top buttons of his pants to relieve the pressure in his cock.

"You sure?" Riddick asked.

Vaako chuckled softly, "You'll just have to be the one doing all the work again."

"'m not complaining." Riddick purred, one arm wrapping around Vaako's waist, hand resting on the Commander's hip. His other hand snaked around to trace his fingertips up and down the center of the man's chest, biting back his own groan as Vaako thrust backwards, pushing his ass back to meet Riddick's groin.

Nestled against Vaako's back, cock pressing insistently between the clothed center of the man's buttocks, Riddick was in practical heaven. The hand on Vaako's hip steadily pushed him back, but the Commander needed little encouragement, the man rubbing and pushing backwards as if it were effortless.

"…Don't you want penetration?" Vaako ground up the courage to ask, unsure as to what else to call two men having sex.

"Don't have anything to make it easier or less painful." Riddick supplied.

'Oh?' It took a moment to realize what Riddick was saying. 'Oh. No lubricant.'

"Why not?"

"…Didn't think you'd come back." Riddick finally answered.

That stunned Vaako. The Lord Marshall didn't appear the type to have any sort of fear, regret, or uncertainty. For Riddick to even hint at such a thing was…phenomenal.

"Perhaps some other time. When I feel more…comfortable." Vaako managed to respond.

Riddick made no sound of agreement or thanks, but Vaako felt Riddick press his lips to back of the Commander's nape as his only response.

Vaako gasped, resting his hand over the one Riddick was using to twist and pinch at both of his nipples, "You don't have a fetish with my flesh, do you?" He asked half-seriously.

"Love your skin." Riddick murmured, the friction between both of their bodies nearly making him howl, one leg thrown over Vaako's to keep them pressed together. "Love it when your skin gets all hot and bothered when I suck or lick it. Love the way I make you scream when I trace my teeth and lips at your throat." Emphasizing his point Riddick nipped at Vaako's throat, tonguing the quickly beating pulse, smirking at the loud groan that echoed through the room. "Love the way you rock, grind, and spread your thighs and legs, leaving me so much skin to explore and see what makes your knees go weak." Rubbed his leg along the outside of Vaako's thigh, feeling the man push against him in an answering stroke.

"Your stamina is unprecedented." Vaako noted sourly. He hissed when Riddick wrapped his hand around his cock, bringing it to life from its half-erect state. "I don't know if I can handle another round." The Commander warned.

"Won't know until we try." Riddick supplied thoughtfully.

Whatever words Vaako had to say were short-lived, Riddick turning his head to seal his mouth over the Commander's. The only sounds between them were the rough sound of clothing against skin, the wet slide of flesh against flesh, and the short bursts of breath when they drew air before sealing their mouths together again.

Vaako began to thrust unsteadily against Riddick's hand, a sign of his release closing in. The Commander nearly screamed again when Riddick clamped his hand at the base of his cock, preventing him from surpassing that pinnacle. Vaako cursed, threatened, and pleaded for the man to let him come, nearly passing out when Riddick finally showed mercy, bringing him off with several rough strokes that made stars fill Vaako's vision. An answering wetness met and spread from behind, the warmth of it leeching into his skin.

Vaako didn't have the strength to get up and find a change of clothes, let alone clean himself up. Riddick had little interest in either of them getting up or clean, the Lord Marshall having perverse pleasure in knowing he had marked and been marked by the Commander, both having shared sweat, semen, and other bodily fluids.

Riddick wasn't about to rush anything, not with the history of pain and distrust between them. He'd take all the time needed for Vaako not to have to be so afraid of him or the dark.

Pity Fate had little patience for time or needs.


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Almost twelve hours later and the party was finally at an end.

The party had been a unanimous success. The Necromongers had nearly drowned themselves in alcohol, filled their bellies with the best food offered by the kitchens. Unfortunately the guards and soldiers on duty were responsible for making sure that the more soused and incapacitated made it back to their rooms without getting lost or passing out in their own vomit.

Two individuals from the party, drunk but not having to need a personal escort, left the main group of other Necromongers and traveled down on of the side passageways. They did not wish to deal with the larger masses of people, especially with those unqualified to be deigned by their presence.

Lady Beryl, a tall lean woman with long ebony hair wound into a severe bun, wore impressive rubies and garnets to bring focus to her outfit. Ebony fabric covered her from shoulder to ankles, showing off her simple curves without embarrassing herself like the other woman who might as well been naked due to how much skin their clothing had shone.

Her partner, Lord Marcs, was a severe, dispassionate man, who had probably never smiled once in his life, even before becoming one with the Necromonger faith. His face was severe, ice blue eyes appearing unimpressed and ill amused by everything that came across him. He was dressed is a simple yet orderly gray outfit that emphasized his height and the straightness of his stature, even while under the influence of alcohol.

Two pairs of feet carefully navigated the small passageway, Lady Beryl waiting for her partner to discern which direction to take when they reached a section that split to the left and to the right. "The Lord Marshall left the party very early." She spoke coolly, voice like a frigid breeze of air.

"He had other matters to attend to, I assume." Lord Marcs answered vaguely, voice clipped and uninterested in conversation.

"Lord Vaako was not in attendance either. How convenient for both of them-"

"Be silent, you gossiping fool!" Lord Marcs snarled, whirling on her, back to the left passageway he had been viewing.

"I am only speaking of what I observed." She pouted.

"Whatever your feelings are towards the Lord Marshall or the First Among Commanders, you will keep to yourself. Whatever is occurring between them or not, you will give them the respect they deserve." He warned.

Lady Beryl sighed in dismay, "I just think that the Lord Marshall would only be more suited by a lady companion." She waved her hand in dismissal, "But that is my feelings."

"I am sure that you-" Lord Marcs suddenly stiffened, sentence unfinished.

"Marcs?" Lady Beryl asked, staring at her partner in concern, unsure how to handle his silence.

Lord Marcs shuddered, mouth opening in stunned amazement. "Beryl!!" He moved for her, hand reaching out.

Surprising by his sudden action she stumbled backwards.

She realized with sudden horror that he wasn't look at her, but looking behind her.

A sudden coldness struck her from behind, like a fist hitting her. A sound slit through the air like a blade slicing through meat.

Lord Marcs gasped as a wave of crimson and gore splashed across him, painting him from his face down to his knees.

Cold and utter shock made him unable to comprehend what had happened, and he made soft sounds of dismay, ineffectively trying to wipe the fluids and meat off of him, only ending up in standing his hands even further.

Lord Marcs looked up, desperately searching for his partner.

When he found her he only wished that he could rip out his own eyes.

Lady Beryl stood as if frozen, her face painted in horror and disbelief and she looked down at the large taloned hand that had punched through her chest, covered in bits of gore, her organs and shattered spine visible, intestines hanging out of the shattered opening.

Lord Marcs was unable to move, watching in terror as a large hammer shaped head, a perverse demonic face somewhat the shape of the prehistoric hammerhead sharks. A mouthful of teeth grinned back at Lord Marcs with silver fangs, the mouth opening in a drowning hiss. A long tail thumped and beat behind the beast, the skin faintly sizzling as if the light was actually burning it.

With a wet abrupt suction the beast ripped its fist out of Lady Beryl, mouth opening wide to form a large cavernous maw…

…And slammed forward, snapping its jaws over Lady Beryl's head.

Brain tissue and other material spattered the walls, a macabre of crimsons, reds, and grays.

Letting out a short scream of panic and horror Lord Marcs bolted, running like a frightened rabbit, his primal instinct to survive the only thing saving him from the same fate as Lady Beryl, the woman not comprehending she was dead even with a fist buried through her body.

Lord Marcs had no idea which direction he was running, merely just trying to escape the vision of carnage and the demon that had painted the walls crimson.

He screamed and fought when hands suddenly closed around him, the man making sounds of frantic distress as he was wrestled to the ground.

The four soldiers, caught off-guard by the Necromonger suddenly darting out, covered in blood, struck and restrained the man, their efforts to calm him doing very little.

"It's Lord Marcs." One realized, managing to discern the face covered in blood. He grabbed the horrified man by the shoulders, shaking him bodily, forcing the man to meet his eyes. "Lord Marcs. My name is Kolte. We've known each other for years. Calm down, you are safe."

To their surprise Lord Marcs suddenly collapsed, breaking down and sobbing breathlessly, clutching at Kolte, apparently trying to hide in the safety he had stumbled across.

"What happened?? Where did all the blood come from?" Another soldier, Wolfe, demanded, ordering the other soldiers to evacuate and leading away the surrounding Necromongers stopped dead in stunned disbelief by the spectacle of a blood-covered Lord Marcs suddenly appearing.

"M-M-mon-monster…" Lord Marcs moaned, rocking himself, keening in fear. "T-T-tore her ap-apart. P-Painted t-th-the wall-wall-walls red!!"

Kolte attempted to help Lord Marcs to his feet, but the man was shaking so badly and in such a state of shock. Kolte effortlessly lifted the smaller man up, cradling the man against him, shouting for soldiers to search the passageways and for others to alert the medic bay.

Wolfe cursed, sprinting for the emergency console, slamming his fist through the glass, punching the large red button in the case.

The alarm sounded throughout the ship, soldiers stopping in their tracks, recognizing but having a hard time believing that it was not a drill.

Within the vast caverns and passageways, still gorging itself on the meat spread out in masses and pieces all around it, the creature raised its head. It tilted its head, chirping in curiosity, listening to the alarms, still chewing on the long strands of intestines caught between its large teeth.

Seeming to sense the alarm it had caused in the herd, the creature threw back its head, spraying innards, blood, and other fluids, roaring its triumph, tail vibrating in its excitement.

Let the hunt begin.