Everything but the kitchen sink

I would say sorry the story disappeared, but it wasn't my fault. The story just disappeared from the archive. I don't know why it did that. But now it's back. If it disappears again, I do post first on my insanejournal. (blue-wulfy.insanejournal.com) Ebtks is friend locked though.

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Wolf (pt. 2)
continued directly from part 1
a/n: I'm not for sure if I like this one. But it does give more info.
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"Best get ya cleaned up and dressed before the other bitch gets here." sighed Rafe, "She won't hesitate in jumping yer bones. Such a horny li'l slut, she is."

Riddick looked at the man. Just who was she? A horny li'l slut? The other bitch? Was the old man implying that he was a bitch?

"Just get up and clean up, kid." came Xander's rumble over the boy's head. He dropped a shirt and pants onto the boy. "I don't think you're ready for Isis' kind of attention when you're nude."

Xander walked around the boy and the fire heading towards the smirking Rafe. There was a leer on his face. Xander knew it, and Rafe saw it. Seeing the older looking man sprawl on the floor looking more comfortable than a man should be on a stone floor, Wolf had to keep himself from pouncing on his prey. But he didn't stop himself from crouching beside Rafe.

"There is a washing area around that corner." Xander absentmindly waved a hand towards the general direction. His complete attention was on the grinning face of the salt-n-pepper haired male. He wondered if it was time for some male bonding between the two of them.

Pulling the clothes off his head, Riddick threw a glare at the two men. Seeing that they weren't paying him any attention, he stood and headed towards the vague direction Xander/Wolf gave him.

Neither of the men even glanced at the boy as he left the "common room" of the block. Their eyes stayed locked on each other.

"So, Wolf," Rafe slyly started as he tilted his head to the side, showing off his vulnerable throat. "Why did ya pick up the runt? Why did ya save 'im? You usually stay out of prisoner higherarchy."

"Hmm..." Mahogany eyes darkened as he inched closer to his packmate. "Because something about him called to the White Knight... and Argo."

"Yer mean the fuzzball actually woke his furry ass up." Shocked, Rafe stared at Xander. Xander's bestial self had bee sleeping for almost two years. The wolf had seemed content with the small pack of two.

"Yep." grinned Xander. He had missed the sarcastic furball with his smartass remarks. "The furball woke up. Then the little shit went back to sleep without saying a word! The bastard only barked at me."

Pouting, Xander was practically in Rafe's lap now. "Comfort me, Rafe. It bothers me. I miss my other half."

Humming, Rafe leaned upwards, wrapping his arms around the werewolf. Nuzzling the other's cheek, he inhaled Wolf's wild and musky scent. "I'll comfort ya, my dear Wolf."

Before they could do anything, they were interrupted by the twenty year old bundle of joy, Isis. She had showed up on the tail-end of their flirting, and threw herself at the two large men.

"Ooo! You can't start without me!" the brown skinned woman purred as she ran her hand down Rafe's chest. "You know three are more fun than two."

Xander and Rafe groaned in disappointment. Xander stood and left the den. With a digruntled growl, Rafe shoved the small woman off his lap. He was nice enough that he didn't push her into the fire.

"Yer a shameless hussy, Isis." grumbled Rafe, "I had Wolf where I wanted him. And yah had ta show yer fuckin' mug and ruin it."

Riddick finally came out of the wash area, drawing Isis' attention. He didn't really need that kind of attention at the moment. But Riddick was young and easily flattered by beautiful women. So, when Isis' honey brown eyes traced over his body as she licked her lips, Riddick stood tall showing off his body. Isis stood up and walked over to the boy, her hips swayed like the cat out on the town.

He was fresh meat to her. A new toy until she grew tired of him and the newness wore off. Neither Wolf nor Rafe were fucking her. They never did. The two men preferred each other over her young, hot body. Seeing the boy's steel gray eyes flash in lust, made Isis put an extra sway to her hips. Oh, yes. The boy was what she needed to build her ego back up. Reaching him, she circled him like the she-cat she was. Her hand tracing what little muscle he had.

"Hmmm... Aren't you a treat." purred Isis as she came around front of the teen and pressed her body into his. "I am Isis. What would be your name, handsome?"

"Riddick..." he gasped as her hand found his half erect cock hidden away behind the cotton of his pants.

Snorting in mild disgust, Rafe was tired of watching the bitch at work. He, at the same time, felt sorry and happy that the boy caught her eyes. Sorry that the boy was going to be Isis' newest fucktoy. Happy because Isis while working on her new conquest wasn't going to trying to get into his and Xander's pants. Standing up, Rafe rolled his eyes and left. He did have to wonder how long the newness was going to last.

Isis did have a short attention span.