Remembrance

Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick
Pairing: Irgun/Vaako, Riddick/Vaako
Rating: R
Feedback: I'd love to hear from ya! :)
Disclaimers: The Chronicles of Riddick is the playtoy of David Twohy and Universal Studios, not mine. :(
Summary: A circle of the past, present, and future.
Notes: Just a little something that came to mind after watching the movie for the hundredth time. :D Hope you enjoy!


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Irgun was recognized the day he took on a compound of men, and won,
during a purging. Not unscathed, apparent by the scar on his face,
but on his feet. And he was loyal. I discovered this when the first
of another commander tried to kill me and take my place. Irgun had
taken his head off with one swipe of his ceremonial battle axe. Since
then he's stood as my first.

At one of many times when my wife drove me from her with ramblings
about the Lord Marshal, I wandered the halls to think. Commandeering
an empty viewing room, I sat in the dark, watching the stars through
the chunks of ice falling from the Conqueror Icon.

When I heard the door open, I turned to tell her I wanted to be
alone. My mouth closed when I saw Irgun standing at attention just
inside the door. I inquired if there was something that needed my
attention, and received a negative. That was the last we spoke. With
one look we were up against a wall, the rest of the night filled with
grunts and groans.

After I pulled away from him and fixed my clothing, he looked as he
did when he walked in. One appraising look at me with a nod before an
impassive mask closed his features. He turned and walked out, and I
looked back to the stars.

And if I turned off the lights before I fucked my wife, she was none
the wiser of the bite and scratch marks on my body.

Nothing changed that day. That night wasn't spoken of and, I thought,
would never be repeated. At times I thought it was my imagination,
for he was still my loyal first, and I the Commander. Then I would
look and see healing marks, until they in time faded as well.

But then the pressure grew and pounded in the back of my head, from
conflicts outside and in. I found myself in the same room as before
and when Irgun came, we wasted no time. I turned to him before he
left, a question burning in my eyes. He gazed back at me with
disturbing, yet oddly freeing, emotions. They quickly flashed across
his face; desire, admiration, want, and respect a few I thought I
glimpsed in his eyes.

"Someone must take care of the Commander."

After that it always seemed he knew when to come to me. And I knew I
had a follower 'til Underverse come.

~

I looked to Irgun and caught the battlelust in his eyes as he grunted
in assent. He bumped my shoulder as he passed me, the heat in his
eyes promising a bruising night. I answered with a nod, and moved to
allow them room.

If I had known the outcome, I wouldn't have consigned him to death
with five words. Words thrown out in confidence that no one could
fell the greatest warrior in our army. The image of the unknown man
pulling the knife from Irgun's back, felling him with three blows,
seared itself in my mind. I lost the man that I could trust at my
back, that would die for me.

I forced myself turn away from the lifeless body at the bottom of the
stairs. I now had to escort the man that murdered my first. And the
only thing I could do was remember Irgun's faithful deeds, his
strength and loyalty to the end, as my words echoed back to me.

"A piece you will have."

~

Seeing his tension escalate, knowing he was going to blow, I
intervened. Now, in the dark with the stars overhead, I knew what
motivated Irgun in his loyalty. I'm now in the same position,
offering release from the stress.

Groans filled my ear as flesh slapped against flesh, echoing in the
small room. I bit my lip with a grunt as I reach my peak and felt a
shudder against my back, his hips slowing to a stop.

As he pulled away and I fixed my clothes, I wondered if I would be
remembered. If he would think of this in the end.

I looked up and caught his gaze, the glow not hiding the question in
his eyes. A smile quirked my lips, my thoughts on Riddick's future
and my own.

"Someone must take care of the Lord Marshal."