The Darkness Calls

Title: The bond

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing

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Like a kid waiting for the candy story to open Xander stood/bounced in the waiting area of the docking bay and watched the little shuttle pull in and land. As it landed it really hit home for Xander . . . things were really going to be ok. The hard part was over. His group was off the planet and they were now heading for Helion. In less then three weeks they would reach Helion and Xander would meet his family, see his dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and other relatives. Xander’s heart beat hard in his chest at the thought of his family. His family, good important people who loved him and wanted him around, wanted him for him. It blew his mind when he thought about his family, strong emotions would roll over him and almost overwhelm him. Kind of like a tide of fresh water over a dry painfully thirsty mouth, rejuvenating and pure and so very good. It felt good to feel such sweet emotions, such love. It was hard to believe.

‘God, it’s hard to believe that this place is real.’ Xander looked around him at the chrome walls of his ship, at the stars shining bright in the black, at the small shuttle in the docking bay. At times when Xander had a moment to think about his new world he would wonder about Sunnydale. ‘This place could all be a dream. I could be laying in a stiff bed in Sunnydale General Hospital right now in a coma. Dead to the world and all alone with debt piling up as I slumber and get weaker.’ The thought chilled him, but everything would be ok as long as that slow ass’d ramp finished lowering to the ground so he could see Riddick. Tapping his foot Xander mentally urged the ramp to open and touch ground and for the passengers to get out so he could see them! When it did Xander bolted for the ramp and nearly slammed right into Riddick. Strong arms like steel bands wrapped around him and made him feel so warm inside. “Hey, pussycat.”

“Glad you’re alive.” Xander said almost calmly and tried not to show outwardly how much he needed this hug. They locked eyes, slitted brown and shining silver, and their connection throbbed strongly. Out of anything in this new big world that bond felt real and grounded Xander in the here, the now. Sunnydale and his past was nothing compared to this, to all the good possibilities spread out before him here in this man’s arms.

Riddick grunted in answer too much of a tough guy to say he was just as happy to see Xander alive, but Xander didn’t need the words; words were nothing to the sweet sips of emotions he was getting from the big man. Inside this dangerous man’s cold wasteland of emotion lay a growing seed of want, of need, of love, already the roots were deep in his soul changing him from being empty to becoming a little closer to whole. Riddick loved Xander and that made his heart feel like bursting.

Though Xander had to wonder . . . Did Riddick know what he was feeling?
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Leading the others to the infirmary was a quiet affair, everyone followed behind Xander like they were going to a funeral. When they entered the bright room Xander lead Imam to the cryo pods mounted to the far wall, to where his boys now slept. Imam’s hands first grazed over Hassan’s then Ali’s pods. “I had to put Hassan in.” Xander shook his head as he looked over the battered boy. “You have a tough kid, Imam. He should be dead. Most would have died with just half the abuse he lived through. I won’t lie his coma is deep and I can hardly sense him. In the pod he shoulder survive till we can get help. I think my aunt might be powerful enough to help him.”

Imam shook his head as his eyes misted over. “It is difficult to see them like this, I had promised to protect them. I have failed.”

Xander patted Imam’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault Imam. And anyway Ali is fine, nothing life threatening. I just put him in cryo to protect his eye; he was starting to get an infection. It will take two weeks to get to Helion, that’s too long for me to use my light to keep his wound fresh. In cryo all his vitals are slowed, that will make it a lot easier on him.”

Imam made a little agreeing noise then looked at Xander with questions in his eyes. “I wasn’t aware that milithre could use their gift to heal to keep wound FROM healing?”

Xander gave everyone in the room a dark little smile. “Now you all know one of the few milithre secrets.”

Jack grinned. “Wicked.”

Xander waved his hand toward the beds, Greg, Davi, and baby Oren slept peacefully dead to the outside world. “There are extra beds here or cabins near the cargo and cockpit areas. You all look tired.” Xander smirked at the tired lot in front of him as he pulled a curtain away from a closed off bed. “I also found something you guys left behind.”

“FRY!”

“God be praised!”

“Hn.”

Xander expected Jack and Imam to run over to Fry’s bed happy to see the hurt woman alive-ish . . . what he didn’t expect nor like was Riddick striding over to stand with Imam and Jack with a particular expression on his face. Xander watched Riddick reach out with one big hand and gently brush dirty blond hair off the woman’s face. “How’d you find her?” Riddick asked roughly his voice full of strong emotion.

For a moment Xander kept silent so he wouldn’t snapped out an insensitive ‘Why do you care?’ out loud. Xander cleared his throat and swallowed down his dark jealousy. “The big female monster we saw had her. I think the lizards were giving the big female meat, kind of like what a human would do when giving chocolates to another. I did a scan for people before I got us off the planet since this Firefly has a lot of cool merc tech. Didn’t want to leave anyone behind if I could help it.”

Riddick nodded as he stalked out of the infirmary. “Good.”

Xander waited a minute before he followed. He had barely entered the hall before he was slammed hard against the wall his mouth captured by Riddick’s. Xander groaned as his tongue tangled with the big man’s, heat started pooling in his belly. Wrapping his thighs tight around Riddick’s waist he started dry humping him there in the open only to have the man pull away. “Wha?” Xander asked as he blinked through his lust daze.

Riddick pulled Xander along behind him. “I need a fucking shower. We’re dirty.”

“We’ll still get dirty if we have sex after showering.” Xander said with just a dash of frustration entering his lust haze as they passed plenty of dark corners good enough for a quickie.

Riddick gave Xander a toothy grin full of hunger. “Then we’ll have to do both at the same time. Have a fucking shower.” In those silver eyes the promise of hours of torturous pleasure, of screams of bliss, and little to no sleep.

*****Sex NC-17*****
Xander didn’t know whether to purr or whimper, he wanted to sleep because he felt like the cat the dog dragged in. Sleep felt like a sirens call that he yearned to answer but the lust and need that blew off Riddick in waves was a bullhorn against his ear. His brain wanted sleep and common sense was saying ‘You could always have sex later when you’re not dead on your feet!’ but his cock was saying ‘Stop whining and take it like a man! I need some loving!’ To purr or to whimper? Riddick pulled off his goggles and gave Xander a desire filled look that could burn as his fingers tightened around Xander’s wrist. Maybe a mixture of the two. A purrimper?

Purring won out in the end as he was pulled into the spacious shower clothes and all. ‘Good thing I’m not like house cats that can’t stand water.’ Xander pictured himself doing a Catwoman cat bath with the licking his arm and brushing it over his head and shuddered. Yuck.

They tugged at each others filthy clothes as red mud sloughed off down the drain. Riddick ripped the cat’s shirt down the middle and carelessly dropped the pieces of fabric onto the tile floor. Xander purred like a kitten getting its belly scratched as big hands slid over wet slick skin gliding over his back and down his spine. Those hands sent tingles through Xander’s flesh and settled into his bones making him feel so light he could almost fly. Taking a step back Riddick pulled his shirt off in one easy one armed motion by grabbing it by the hem and pulling it over his head. He flicked the mud covered cloth at the wall and they both wrinkled their noses when it stayed on the wall. Riddick pulled Xander to him and kissed him hard then got under the hot spray of the shower. He stood under the cascade of steam and clear water like a war god looking down from the heavens and gave Xander a sexy smirk. “Finish undressing me, pussycat.”

Xander was too high on Riddick’s lust to hiss about being ordered around not when the man was telling him to go after what he already wanted. Naked Riddick. Growling Xander attacked Riddick’s stubborn pants cursing the tight wet fabric that kept him from his prize. Riddick just laughed as Xander used his wicked little claws and teeth to shred his pants not seeming to be at all worried about said claws being close to his private bits. When the plain black pants were dead and just a lump on the floor Xander looked over his very naked very wet lover and purred.

Riddick was never one to stand around and let his sexual partners take tally of the goods since most of his hook ups were for release and nothing more, no need to let someone think they can keep what they are going to fuck with . . . but the pleasant tingles going through him as the cat’s pretty eyes checked every inch of him out was something he could get used to. “Take those pants off.” Riddick growled as he plucked at the fabric ties of the pants still covering the cat’s long legs. “Fucking unfair I’m naked and hanging in the wind and your hiding the goods.” He said as he grabbed his cock at the base and started to rhythmically squeeze.

Xander’s mouth watered as the tip of the bald man’s swollen cock dribbled pre-cum, he had to swallow before he started to drool. He immediately started wrestling with his pants like an over egger teenager ready to do it for the first time. He cursed and stumbled as the pants stuck to his thighs making a sucking sound as he forced them down around his mid-thighs.

Riddick groaned at the sight of the milithre wiggling around, flat stomach rippling, his cock bouncing excitedly like a hyper puppy, muscled thighs straining and trapped together hobbled by his pants. Riddick pulled harder on his own cock as he imagined sucking the pussycat off, tying him down and sucking him off till it hurts, till he screams. Riddick shook his head, ‘Been a long time since I sucked cock. First time wanting to.’ He shook away thoughts of a younger weaker teenage Riddick and his first time in a slam. That stupid kid was gone and in his place an animal, a strong and feared man that no one messed with. No one fucked with him unless he wanted it. He looked the milithre up and down, ‘I want it so bad my mouth is watering.’

Finally Xander wiggled out of the pants and kicked them off his feet. Wrapping his arms around the bulkier man Xander pressed their bodies together and nipped at his strong chin and down the ropey neck muscles till he found a sensitive spot. Riddick growled as Xander latched onto the place between shoulder and neck just above the man’s collarbone. Hooking a leg over Riddick’s sharp hip Xander forced them together and attacked the man’s chest with lips and teeth leaving pretty marks as his lips traveled. “Need you . . .”

Riddick tipped his head back and groaned at the stinging pleasures the cat’s mouth is giving him. He smirked at the hunger in Xander’s voice and looked at him through the steam and water with hooded eyes. “How bad?”

Xander thrust up against the silver eyed man’s hard body and groaned as his erection brushed the bare skin of a rock hard thigh and the side of his hot silky cock. “Real bad, I’m burning up. *growl* I need it.” Xander curled his tail around the silver eyed man and settled the heavy tip to rest next to Riddick’s hot and heavy cock.

Riddick raised a brow at the possessive hold and the fact that there was a dangerous weapon resting against his favorite tool. He could feel the skin slit were the spike would come out resting against the sensitive tip of his penis. “Gonna give me a piercing?”

“No, do you want one?” Xander asked as he barred his fangs then licked over Riddick’s hard little nipple then nipped at it with a sharp eye tooth. A tiny bead of blood formed and Xander lapped it up as he soothed the little hurt.

Riddick grinned as a little bit more blood rose up from the small scratch, it felt real good. “Only if I get to do the same. Maybe a tattoo? Right here.” Riddick spanked Xander’s right ass cheek and left a nice hand print. Xander yelped then snorted as he took that nipple he was playing with into his mouth and sucked hard soothing the swollen peek. ‘He’s damn lucky I don’t bite him!’ Xander thought as he nipped and suckled on the other man’s hard nipple. Riddick groaned and thumped his head back against the metal of the shower stall. “Damn you have a cock sucker’s mouth, all hot and plush. Can’t wait to try it out.”

“Really? Hmm.” Xander nipped along Riddick’s hard chest and grinned when the man’s muscles jumped as he sucked and licked along the rippling abdominal muscles. Going to his knees Xander brushed his cheek against the golden skinned man’s heavy cock as he nipped at the sensitive inner thighs making the muscles jump like they were being shocked. The hot silky skin of his cock felt like it was banding his cheek. Xander felt like a kitty with catnip, he could rub himself against Riddick all night, so high on the man’s passion and the feel of his skin. Xander kissed long Riddick’s cock brushing his lips along the tip and down the base again and again but never taking more then the very tip into his mouth. The slight rasp of his tongue making Riddick shiver with each kitten lick. On his knees with the hot salty goodness of a hard cock on his tongue Xander could enjoy and entertain himself for hours if only Riddick would let him.

*Growl*

But someone didn’t like to be teased. Xander gasped as his slick body was pulled up off his knees and slammed into the side of the shower wall. “Not that I’m complaining but is sex with you always gonna be about slamming me up against hard surfaces?” Xander wrapped his thighs tight around Riddick’s trim waist and thrust their cocks against each other and sighed at the zings of pleasure it caused. Xander raked his fingers over Riddick’s broad back, one clawed hand grazing over a hard shoulder blade while the other clutched possessively at the man’s neck.

Riddick shivered at the feel of sharp nails running over his exposed skin. Each such move with his claws, tail, teeth, and the look in his eyes told Riddick how different a lover Xander was. This wasn’t someone he could push around and drop afterwards, the cat is an equal. Xander could make him bleed, make him hurt, be just as fierce in the sack as him. Those claws could shred his back but chose not to and that was damn sexy to him. “Maybe.” Riddick attacked Xander’s neck and started sucking determined to leave a vivid mark of ownership like the ones the cat left just above his collarbone.

Xander groaned and tilted his head back. “Oh! Guh, yeah, just fuck me! Now.” *Snarl*

“I will.” Riddick growled as they started thrusting against each other as hot water sloshed over their dirty skin washing away the death planets taint and soothing aching muscles. “Gonna bury myself deep in you, pussycat. Fuck you hard and after we recover your going to return the favor and tumble me.” *Growl*

“Yessssss!” Xander sighed as a blunt finger slid inside him forcing him open. One finger became two, then three, sliding gently in and out of his tight hole. “So good.” Xander moaned as he grounded his ass against those invading fingers.

Riddick held the cat’s body up against his and groaned at the feel of slick skin and strength writhing on his fingers. “What you do to me . . .” He growled softly as he shoved his fingers into that quivering hole.

“Fuck! I’m ready! In me now!” Xander attacked Riddick’s lips and jaw with sucking kisses as he tightened his arms and legs around the man.

Riddick didn’t have to be told twice he pulled his fingers out and used both hands to grab handfuls of perky ass as he lined up his cock with Xander’s needy hole. Xander reached behind him and helped line Riddick’s cock up with his hole and groaned when the thick head breached his entrance. It burned. Xander pressed his forehead against Riddick’s as the man’s cock slid in deep not stopping till he was balls deep. Xander whimpered at the too full feeling and thanked the power that assigned cock size to every being for making his mate so well endowed. ‘The cock fairy is my fucking hero!’ Thought Xander as he settled down into Riddick’s arms as he adjusted.

They stilled and almost held their breath as they coupled fully, this time was different. This wasn’t just a quick fuck in the wild . . . hell they weren’t even fucking . . . Riddick swallowed hard and tightened his arms around his lover . . . right now and right here they are making love and that fucking scared the hell out of him. ‘What in the hell am I doing?’ Riddick half wondered if he should call the whole thing off and top himself off but all thoughts fled as the hot sheath around his cock tightened. “Fuck!” He hissed as he thrust hard pounding into his lover with the same fierce determination and force he would give a life or death fight. He’s not one to slouch on his duties whether it’s to kill someone, beat them into submission, or fuck the hell out of them.

Xander mewled when Riddick started to move, each thrust full of power, possessiveness, and lust, but under all that was the emotion that was making him wail like a virgin. Love. Pure and dark possessive love. Xander could feel the connection between them get stronger and could faintly hear Riddick’s mind voice as he fucked him. ‘Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!’ echoed through his mind with each thrust. The powerful ocean that is Riddick’s emotions became a storm full of waves, wind, and rain, submerging Xander in its dizzying power. A powerful connection formed and a thick rope replaced the fledgling threads Xander and Riddick formed on the planet, a powerful bond formed with each thrust, each kiss, each shared breath. ‘I wonder what sex would be like without my crown’s protection . . . Would I even survive such a coupling?’ Xander whimpered at the thought and wondered if one day he would dare to try it. “Oh, yeah! Harder! Harder!” Clamping his thighs down around his lover’s waist Xander lifted up as Riddick pulled out and slammed down as he thrust in. Toe curling pleasure rushed up his spine and made him cry out as that thick cock head brushed his sweet spot. Pleasure so good it hurt.

Riddick grit his teeth together to keep from howling like his lover. He was never one for grunting and screaming but here he was barely keeping the noise down. It was not only the physical stimulation that had him panting but the pretty shiny emotions crowding his own and the faint ghost sensations of hands on his hips, a cock in his ass, lips on his neck, and a cold shower wall at his back. His skin felt over sensitive and his prick felt so fucking needy. Hot silk tightened almost painfully around his cock and the pussycat’s eyes widened his swollen mouth opened in a silent scream as he came. Hot ribbons of cum splashed over his belly and Riddick mentally gave a ‘To hell with it!’ and howled like a satisfied beast during mating season. His snarl/scream echoing so loud he’s sure the whole ship heard. He thrusts into Xander’s quivering body one last time before he lets go and cums. Weak kneed Riddick slides down the wall and sits on the shower floor with his over sensitive cock still inside his lover’s shivering body. They sit there for a moment with their arms wrapped around each other and just pant.

“We’re still dirty.” Xander says teasingly as he flicks some grit off Riddick’s arm.

Riddick chuckles.

After they get cleaned up they crawl into bed, sleep calling to them and demanding their attention like a spoiled child. They fall asleep in each others arms naked and wet and satisfied.

*****End sex scene*****

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Xander groans at the pounding on the door and the sound of a baby wailing disturb his pleasant sleep. Why can’t they all just leave him alo- Xander’s eyes snap open. A baby wailing?! He bolts for the door naked just as Riddick is getting up to answer it. On the other side is a very tired looking Imam and a red faced tear track covered Oren. When the small boy spots Xander his little head bobs and his chubby fingers make a reaching motion. He whimpers and snuffles loudly as big fat tears form in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Xander snatches him up immediately and cuddles him to his chest.

“I-I . . . you see . . . H-he.” Imam stumbles over his words and blushes as he looks at the ceiling.

“What do you thinks wrong kitty? Squirt’s hungry. Ya might want ta cover the goods. You’re killing Imam with embarrassment.” Riddick lumbers over like a content panther to Xander’s side and wraps him in the sheet already around his body, he covered Xander’s good bits. He don’t care about nudity but from the size of the holy man’s eyes and the color of his face he did.

Xander blushes a fiery red. “O-oh! Sorry Imam.”

“Quite alright my friend. I’ll just go back to the children and leave you two be. Join us in the kitchen when you are d-done.” He hurried away fast.

“Do you think I scarred Imam for life?” Xander asked as he shut the door.

Riddick shrugged. “Didn’t smell like it. *Glare* But no more free show and tells. *Growl*”

Xander rolled his eyes. “Sure, yeah, whatever. Now time to feed the glutton.” Xander winced as said glutton latched onto his nipple. ‘Wonder if I could get him to drink formula?’

*
Since Xander is the ‘doctor’ and the ‘captain’ he can’t spend all day in his room even though sinful thoughts and a hard body are tempting him to. ‘Riddick.’ Xander sighed and a small pout graced his lips, thanks to little Oren they didn’t get to do a quick and dirty round two, they weren’t really into having sex with a wide awake and needy infant lying on the bed with them anyway. Xander sighed, he might not get a piece of Riddick’s muscular backside till way after Oren and everyone is settled. Meaning Xander would be stuck with a hard on till dinner. *Groan*

Xander looked down at little Oren cuddled against his chest. “If me not getting any doesn’t tell you how much I love you I don’t know what will.”

Oren blinked at Xander and cooed. Xander entered the galley to the smell of chicken soup wafting through the recycled air. Sure it was canned space soup and not fresh but that space stuff lasted longer then roaches and would have still been eatable way after Xander was dust. Xander sniffed the salty warm scent and purred. “I smell home cooking!”

Jack and Davi grinned from the large corner table as they munched away on carrot chucks, celery slices, sweet onions, and pale chicken bits. They seemed to be in canned food heaven. “W-we c-cooked.” Davi mumbled proudly.

Jack rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you popping something in the zapper is NOT cooking!”

Davi ducked his head and hid his face behind his dark wiry hair, ‘That’s how my mom cooked’ echoed in Xander’s mind. Davi never had a home cooked meal in his life; Xander could feel the kid’s embarrassment and confusion. To Davi there was no food better then the compact bland space food. ‘When we get to Helion I’m taking that kid out to get pizza and something sweet.’ Xander frowned, Jack was picking up Fry’s annoying personality the more she hung out with her. The ‘I’m the toughest alpha female around here’ could only be amusing for so long. He knew she had just as tough of a life as Davi but unlike Davi he sensed some happiness in her fractured presence. If Xander took his crown off and used his limited telepath ability he could see what made up Jack’s past and see why she ran away, but he wouldn’t. Anytime he got that kind of peek into a person it was always by accident like with Fry and her memories of milithre mother Erin. From healing Davi Xander got a taste of the kid’s loveless past and his bloody burnt cookie emotions, having people be nice to him was new and wonderful. One big difference Xander could tell about Jack and Davi was that Jack’s bitter burnt chocolate/cheap whiskey flavored emotions were layered over a core of pink cotton candy happiness that Davi just didn’t have. Once upon a time Jack had a happy life. Xander smiled brightly at Davi and ruffled his wiry curls. “It looks good Davi, thank you.”

The kid beamed at Xander his dark eyes bright and his lips curved softly into a smile. Xander stifled a content purr as shy angel food cake happiness fluttered through his mind all sweet and fluffy and light.

Jack rolled her eyes and sighed. “Boys and their simple pleasures.” Xander looked over at Jack when a mixture of emotions Xander could only describe as homesickness floated around her.

“You sound like you’re quoting someone, Jack?”

Jack blinked at Xander and shrugged. “My mom used to say it all the time.”

Imam frowned. “Is she going to meet you on Helion, Jack? Is someone waiting for you on one of the planets the passenger vessel was supposed to stop at? ”

“Nah. She’s dead. Got put in a mass grave back on Altair 4. I don’t need ta meet anyone since I’m twelve. I can get a job when I reach Helion system since I’m of age there.” Jack nodded to herself then changed the subject as if it didn’t matter that she was traveling all alone. But from all the emotional backlash washing over Xander like waves against the rocks it mattered a lot to Jack. She frowned as she looked around into the darker parts of the galley. “Where’s Riddick? He should eat!”

Xander mentally frowned at the concern/possessiveness he felt in Jack’s emotions. ‘She is getting real attached to Riddick.’ “He’s taking a nap. He’ll come out and eat in a bit.”

“Oh. Maybe I should check on him! Which room did he pick?” Jack started getting up as she pushed her half eaten soup away, not only did she want to be by Riddick she wanted to be away from all of them.

Xander thumped his tail very lightly on the girl’s bony shoulder just enough to startle her into stillness. “Don’t bother him right now Jack. He’s exhausted; I sense he’s peacefully sleeping.” Xander was bullshitting a bit about knowing how Riddick’s nap was going, he was not close enough and there wasn’t a need to sense a little thing like that, but he KNEW Riddick didn’t want Jack to bug him. After making such a strong connection in the shower the silver eyed man’s emotions were a little wild and needed to be distracted with more wild sex or left alone (Not that he told Xander that). Xander could kind of understand he was still high off of the bliss Riddick created in him; it was a frightening and beautiful experience bonding like that. Xander felt a faint stab of guilt and worry. He could feel the bond between them, a bond between mates. A bond only created when both accept the ‘need’ for the other. ‘I should have held off having sex till after I talked to him. I should have at least showed him my vid so he could read about my kind. Now we have a full and complete bond.’ Xander was worried as hell about talking to Riddick about their bond, about Xander’s status as a prince, and about their future. ‘I can already sense Riddick putting up his walls, protecting the soft belly of his inner beast from harm.’ Xander bit at his lip and held in a growl of frustration. Not only does he have to fight the two females for Riddick’s affection and attention he has to struggle with the silver eyes man too!

Xander looked into Jack’s disappointed eyes and barely held in a challenging snarl, he was NOT going to have a stare down with a little girl! Riddick is his bonded and he shouldn’t feel threatened by a blond skank and a young pubescent runaway! Xander grit his teeth though as a feeling of unease crawled up his spine, it echoed of loneliness, heartache, and anger. ‘Maybe I have a dash of seer’s gift rearing its ugly head?’ Xander looked unhappily at Jack and knew the spitfire was gonna be a burr latched onto Riddick for life, he could just tell by the glint in her eyes. ‘If she was just five years older *shudder* we would be having an all out smack down. It would have been Jack, Fry, and me fighting over Riddick instead of just Fry and me.’ Xander thanked whatever gods watch over this verse for the gap in age; Jack looked like she would fight dirty. Already she was using flattery to get Riddick’s attention, dressing like him, acting like him, following him when she could. She could get closer to Riddick in way Xander couldn’t, since she’s a harmless cute kid Riddick could relax around her somewhat. Right now Jack thought of Riddick as her older brother/Father figure which was ok, but the strong and fast obsession she developed was worrisome. Xander didn’t need his empathy to know Riddick cared for the girl; Riddick felt responsible for her like Xander did for Oren and all the kids. From what Xander could sense from the blasts of powerful emotions Jack is throwing around the room she is looking for replacements for what was taken from her, a mom and dad. Fry and Riddick seemed to fit what she wanted. A strong dreamlike image of Riddick with his arms around Fry and Jack popped into Xander’s head, them standing together happy as can be in the classic family portrait pose. Xander did not like that at all and pushed Jack’s fantasy family picture out of his head.

Jack stared into Xander’s eyes for a moment like she was judging his truthfulness about Riddick. After a second she looked away with a huff of air then crossed her arms and started to pout. “Fine.” She snapped her broken goggles over her eyes and sat back for a nice long sullen sulk, she didn’t speak to Xander from the rest of the night.

**
Xander made his rounds with little Oren in a clean sling made out of a bed sheet. His first stop the bridge of his ship. His ship! ‘I still can’t believe this is my ship.’ Xander entered the dark room with its wide paneled windows, four glowing control boards, and two pilot controls for the captain and co-pilot. “Hello ship. How is our course? Any problems?”

~Negative Captain Alea’xand’r. At our current velocity we will reach Helion Prime in 2.5 months if we take the shipping route at our current speed. ~

“And if we go a different way? Is there a faster way to Helion?”

~Yes. I have many routs to get to Helion Prime in my data banks. One route involves passing a dangerous pulsar star; we would have to increase the shielding on the hull as we pass. That route would cut the travel time down to 29.5 days but will drain the ship’s shielding to almost nothing, Captain Alea’xand’r. Rout two involves passing through the Giber-Noffi asteroid field. I have taken that rout many times with my last captain and know it well. With that rout we should reach Helion Prime in 37 days. ~

“Take the second route ship. We need to get to Helion before my family sends a fleet of ships to find me and my uncle since the computer for the last ship wasn’t sending in updates.”

~In 6 days my sensors will be in range of a satellite base on Giber moon. I could use that to bound I signal to Helion Prime if you like Captain Alea’xand’r. ~

“That would be real helpful. Do it.” Xander checked some of the monitors and looked at the flat 2D picture charted rout the computer put in. It was a straight rout through the mostly dead system they were in, they would go past three large planets then into the asteroid field. As he left the AI to its work Xander half wondered why passenger and trade ships took such wide roundabout flight paths . . . Why spend mouths in cryo when they could be there in a few weeks!? Why didn’t the Hunter-Gratzner take a direct rout? Xander made a mental note to ask Greg.

Second stop the infirmary. Xander stepped softly into the room and used all his catty stealth to check over the sleeping occupants in the beds. Imam had decided to sleep in the infirmary with his charges, he did not want to stray far from Ali and Hassan incase something goes wrong. Xander heard second hand from Jack what happened to Imam’s oldest ward Suleiman. Xander felt a stab of guilt at the thought of the quiet and kind Arabic boy he had befriended on the hell planet. ‘If only I had been more forceful with everyone when it started getting dark. I should have had them in my ship long before the beasts started flying!’

Xander stood next to Imam’s bed and smiled slightly. Davi was cuddled up and held securely in Imam’s arms. Contentment and security poured off the child and covered his sadness like a soothing balm on a burn. Seems Davi latched onto Imam much like Jack did to Riddick and Oren to Xander. Xander stretched his senses over them to feel for any injuries they might have and didn’t tell him about. He was pleased to find nothing worse then sore muscles and bruised and a few scrapes. Nothing that would need a healers touch.

Going over to Greg’s bed Xander smoothed down his bed head then scanned him for any new problems. Xander frowned. He didn’t like the exhaustion the man still suffered or the slight weakness of his heart. Xander placed his hand over the man’s heart and was about to push his gift onto him when Greg shifted and grabbed Xander’s hand. “Don’t even dare. You’re tried too. I’m fine and will be right as rain in a few days.”

“You’re heart is not healing as well as I wished.” Xander growled softly.

Greg snorted as he looked at Xander through half open blue eyes. “I had a fucking metal rob through it, its healing fine damn it! I’m fine. You’re barely back on your own feet you don’t need to heal all my booboos today.”

“Fine, it’s just your heart! How important can a heart be anyway? It just keep blood flowing in the body, how can that be important to living anyway?!” Xander mutter sarcastically.

Greg laughed. “Glad you see it my way. Now get!” Then the man gave Xander a serious look over and raised a brow. “You your glowing like a girl on her wedding day or like some pregnant chick. You still look tired as hell but you’re glowing! *Glare* You know you’re dad and brother are going to skin me alive, right? I was supposed to protect their little innocent baby boy.”

Xander shifted from foot to foot like a naughty child. “Not you’re fault, it just happened. We just got pulled together.”

“You and a killer?”

“Me and one of my mates.”

Greg moaned and thumped his head against his pillow. “One of your mates? You better not meet the next one before you see your family. They’re not going to like sharing you with ‘him’ much less more so soon! A baby and a mate. You just got out of a coma that lasted years, healed and mentally sound thanks to telepathic knowledge download and great healers. Already you have a family to show your dad, brother, and grandfather. Damn.”

Xander shrugged and bit at his lip. “I work fast?”

Greg let out a slightly hysterical laugh that grazed over Xander like sharp icicles and made him shiver like a guy taking a naked dip in Alaska snow. “Fuck yeah you do! You’re dad and brother, hell the whole family, are going to have a hissy fit when they see you, like a dozen cats in a tub of water!” Greg shook his head hard and sighed. “So how did Mr. Badass-I-can-see-in-the-dark take the news? Can I call him Prince Shiny eyes? Bet the jerk doesn’t like it that he’s a royal consort now.”

Xander flinched as Greg’s sharp worry/amusement washed over him like a slap in the face. “I didn’t tell him yet so no calling him prince anything, please.”

Greg looked at Xander with wide eyes. “Shit. Really, kid?” Greg frowned when Xander shifted around again. “Did you mean to bond so soon? Is it a full on connected-till-death-I-sense-you-no-matter-where-you-go bond or is it still new and at the fuck-buddies-boyfriend-I’m-horny-for-you stage?”

“Um . . . The first one sounds about right.”

“Damn. Did you at least meditate and strengthen your shields before leaving his side? Mates level out your power but they also boost power. Bonding breaks up a lot of natural shields that have to be rebuilt. At least that’s what your aunt told me. We stayed holed up in her rooms all day till she stopped hearing everyone’s thoughts. After you fix your shields you might even be able to block soft emotions enough to take off the crown.” He held his arms out for Oren since the infant was now asleep. “I’ll take him for a bit.”

Gently Xander pulled the sheet over his head and handed the softly snoring baby over. “I was wondering why all the emotions were so sharp and deep, they felt like nails to the head. I’ll meditate after I check on Fry.” Xander muttered.

Greg frowned. “You better.” He settled down into his cot with Oren in his arms and closed his eyes.

Moving onto his least favorite person on the ship Xander check Fry’s healing wounds. Skin a pale shade of ash grey, dark badger like circles under her eyes, big and small healing cuts, and thick white bandages did not make a pretty picture. Besides the two boys in cryo the snarky blond was the most fucked up one in his care. Fry has many lacerations that will need more then one healing. Xander just hopes that most of her healing will be done before she wakes up. Placing both hands on the blonds sides Xander let his gift sink deep into the jagged flesh and felt it start to nit tighter. The effect of his healing had a visible influence on Fry as some of the tension caused by pain left her sleeping form. Swaying just a bit on his feet Xander smirked at the unconscious blond hellcat. “You owe me, blonde.” Xander knew for a fact that the young woman would hate the fact that milithre healing gift was used on her. Backwater rich folk think of the healing as a taint unless they ask for its aid or their doctor makes use of a milithre slave. To have one touch them with the light without permission would infuriate most of those rich bumpkins into shitting a brick. Xander knew Fry wasn’t THAT ass backward with her hate of milithre; she just hated two with a passion Xander for looking like her milithre mum and Erin for leaving her behind. After checking on the pods the two boys were in Xander left for his room and went to go find Riddick.

The door slid open and Xander blinked at the pitch black darkness. He stepped in and felt around for the lights near the bed only to get tackled onto said bed. Xander moaned at the feel of naked wet skin and a hard body on top of his. “Riddick.”

“Was enjoying a soak now I think its time to enjoy a nice long tumble.” Riddick growled down at his prey. Riddick didn’t know what the hell was going on with him but when he woke up and Xander wasn’t here it pissed him off.

Xander looked up into fiery glowing silver orbs and shuddered. He could always tell Riddick after sex and he could always meditate later . . . Xander started pulling at his clothes as Riddick’s lust and ocean of emotions surrounded him, protected him from outside emotions like a tent would from wind and rain, keeping him safe in a cocoon of need. Xander ripped off the plain shirt he found in the ship, there were a dozen others, and cast it off into the dark. And was about to lock his lips with that of his lover’s when insistent knocking sounded. “Alea’xand`r!”

Imam was at the door and sounded very excited. Xander thumped his head down on the pillow and Riddick growled loudly. “Ignore him.” Riddick said as he nipped at Xander’s slender throat.

“Oh, I wish I could.” Xander panted as Riddick set his body heavily on top of Xander’s and started to thrust.

Knock! Knock! “My friend Fry is waking up! My friend, come quick! Hurry!”

‘Wow, my good mood is gone. I guess I have to check on her.’ Xander shifted in the bed to push Riddick’s bulk off him but there was no need since the silver eyed man was up like a shot and getting dressed. They both followed after Imam and into the infirmary. “Is she up and talking?”

“Fry was just starting to stir when I went to get you. So I know not. Jack, Little Davi, and Owens are with her.”

“Oh?” ‘Great that is just what I need to make this trip extra fun! His ship can’t be emotional hell in space without Fry awake.’

Imam and Jack looked at Fry like she was Jesus reborn and babbled with happiness as the injured woman sat up in bed. “H-how did I get here?” She looked around in a daze.

Imam patted Xander on the shoulder. “Alea’xand’r saved you, Carolyn.”

Fry looked at Xander her eyes swirling with dark and confused emotions. “He saved me?!”

“Yes.” Imam said proudly. “He did. He got us into this ship and now we are heading for Helion Prime. We will be there in a mouth or so.”

“H-h-he did?! W-we will?” Fry yelped.

Jack hugged Fry. “I’m so glad you’re up! Imam, me, and Riddick visited you everyday! Hey, you hungry? I’ll go get you some food!”

Imam raised a brow. “Young Jack we’ve only been on the ship for a day and a night.”

“So? I visited last night and today. So did you! So did Riddick.” The girl said with a grin. “I’m gonna get Fry some food!”

“Thanks . . . Jack.” Jack ran from the room before Fry could finish thanking her.

Greg sat up in his own bed and gave Fry a hard look. “I’m glad you’re alright, Fry. How are you feeling?”

Fry shrugged slightly. “Tired, sore, confused, and grateful to be among the living.”

They all nodded.

“You’re lucky the big bitch lizard wasn’t hungry.” Riddick’s gravelly voice echoed in the room as he stepped out of the shadowy corner. Fry smiled at the man then gave him a confused questioning look. “I big female lizard we saw on the planet was getting food from the males. They dropped you at her feet like a box of sweets. That’s where the kitty found you.”

Fry gave Xander a sideways look. “Thanks for the save.”

Xander shrugged. “I need to check your wounds and do I bit more healing.”

“A bit more?! You healed me!”

Xander raised a brow at the sharpness of the woman’s voice and the flash of disgust that zipped across her pretty blue eyes. Her thankfulness was real even though she hates her rescuer, it tasted like slightly burnt liquid sugar and her ingrained disgust tasted like compost/bile. Her emotions slid over Xander like a shower of filth, Xander tightened his weak mental shields and gritted his teeth as he curved his lips into something that could be mistaken as a smile by fools. “Yeah. There was no point in saving you if you were just going to leak all that red stuff all over the floor. Your belly was ripped open on both sides.”

Fry grimaced. “Well ok. Just be quick about it.”

Xander raised a brow his own eyes flashing with annoyance. “Why yes sir madam, right away! Not like I don’t have better things to do then to keep your lily white ass alive and happy!” Xander said sarcastically as he placed a hand roughly on her bandaged stomach making her gasp and shift with unease.

Riddick smirked as he walked toward them and stood by Fry’s bed. An almost lost look crossed his face as he brushed his hand through Fry’s short blond hair and cupped her cheek. “Not for me.” He smiled. “You didn’t die for me.”

Fry blinked and grasped his hand. “Riddick . . . I’m glad you made it. I couldn’t just leave without-OUCH! What the hell?” Fry jerked and let go of Riddick’s hand.

“Oops! Sorry. Sometimes healing hurts.” Xander said brightly as he pulled his hands away from her belly so he could look at her healing head wound and the scratched along her arms.

“Heal up, Fry. You’re no good to us weak or dead.” With that said Riddick left the room. Riddick snorted with amusement as Xander and Fry glared at each other as he walked out of the door. ‘Pussycat’s jealous of Fry. Interesting.’

Riddick had to wonder when he became the prize bull.
**
Entering the room he shared with the pussycat Riddick stared at the lovely sight before him. Long broad back of smooth slightly tanned skin, black as night tail curled off to the side, and a white sheet only covering half of a nicely rounded ass. Riddick stood next to the bed and watched him sleep. ‘He has a whole fucking set of luggage under his eyes.’ Riddick brushed his fingers over Xander’s back and down to his silky tail and held the deadly appendage in a loose grip. He scratched his nails over the base and raised a brow when the kitty arched his back and moaned but didn’t wake up. “Looks like were not going to have fun tonight.” He brushed down the soft black fur then stood up and was about to leave the milithre to his beauty sleep when one of the many causes of his sex deprivation whimpered. Riddick stood over the baby and frowned. “Shut up. None of that crying stuff.” Oren blinked at Riddick and yawned widely, he yawned so hard it made him cry with frustration. It was . . . cute in a sickeningly sweet kind of way. “See. You’re tired, close your eyes and sleep.”

“Na!” The baby whimpered and wiggled his fingers to be picked up. Riddick could clearly hear the infant’s stomach growling and frowned.

“You got fed before the kitty went to bed, piglet.” Which wasn’t too fucking long ago, Riddick had been hoping to get a little action but the doctoring and other shit took a lot out of his feline. Big round watery eyes locked with his and a whimper sounded again as the baby wiggled his little fingers. Riddick sighed.

**
Imam raised a brow as Riddick walked into the eating area holding little baby Oren. “Good day. Is everything well my friend?”

Riddick shrugged as he started digging in the shelves. “The cat is sleeping and the brat woke up. Watching him.”

Imam blinked. “That is very kind of you to care for the little one while Xander rests.”

Riddick gave Imam a ‘What the hell are you talking about’ look as he pulled out a can of flash sealed mashed fruit. Riddick put the can of applesauce on the counter and found a clean tea spoon before he hopped up onto the counter and sat down. He popped the seal and mixed the mushy fruit. He scooped a bit out on a spoon and held it against the plump pink lips of the fast growing child. “Have a taste of that.” Oren stuck his little tongue out and jolted a surprised look on his small round cheeked face. Oren cooed as he swallowed the sweet applesauce.

“Should he really be eating solids so soon? He is a week old at most.” Imam asked.

“He’s not human; he has retractable teeth he was born with. Full bred eat like starved pigs and grow like beanstalks, they eat bits of what the momma eats days after birth. He’ll be mouthing his first girl for a tumble before your brats start dating.” Riddick scowled when the greedy little thing in his arms spit up on his shirt then demanded more food. “Cute kid.” Riddick flicked the yellow mush off his neck and fed the brat another bite.

The lights were dim which was nice; going everywhere in goggles could be a pain in the ass at times. Riddick stepped into the infirmary like he owned it and walked silently passed Owens and stood by Fry’s bed. He looked at her and felt relieved. ‘She’s alive. She’s alive and now I don’t own her anything. I saved her and she saved me. I got her out of the dark and she came back for me.’

Riddick held the silent infant to his chest as he looked at the woman who changed something in him. He didn’t know what the hell it was she changed but something changed. ‘She almost fucking died for me . . . been a while since someone stuck their neck out for mine.’

He watched her chest rise and fall. She should be dead. He saw the beast that took her and watched it fly away with her in its claws. She was just a ragdoll in its hands, limp and useless dead meat. Riddick shook his head. ‘I owe the pussycat now.’

“R-riddick?” Fry opened her eyes and looked at him as she blinked sleep away. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

“Is everything ok? Why do you have the baby?” Fry shifted in bed as if to get up and out of bed.

“Stay in the damn bed. Everything’s good. I’m watching the brat while the cat sleeps.” Riddick leaned against her bed and rocked the drowsy infant. “Cat’s been running himself ragged ta make everything all shiny and good for you all. I’m letting `im sleep.”

Fry sat up slowly and bit her lip at the flash of pain movement caused. “Riddick I wanted to talk to you about what happen on the planet before . . . before I was t-taken by the monster.”

Riddick tipped his head to the side and raised a brow. “What about it?”

Fry blushes a pretty pink. “Did you feel . . . Um I mean I felt something for you. Something strong. D-did you feel something?”

“Hn.” Riddick grunted and looked away from Fry’s hopeful eyes. ‘Fucking great. This is all I need. Emotional shit.’ “What do you want me to say Carolyn?” He growled, he may not want to talk about this but he wasn’t going to run from it either. He doubted Fry would push the subject if he asked her right out what she meant.

“I want . . . um . . .”Fry blushes a deep red.

“Want?” He smirked at the anger forming in her eyes all defiant and self-righteous like a small dog having a fit.

“Just answer me! Did you feel something? Do you want me too? Could you love me?” Fry shifted forward in her bed and closer to Riddick.

Riddick chuckled. “You have balls Fry, most wouldn’t ask straight up like that. You’re either nuts or a fool to ask a killer if he has soft fuzzy feelings for you. Maybe I should get the cat to check your head—“ Riddick turned his head toward Fry as he talked only to have Fry up in his personal space with her soft chapped lips against his. ‘WTF?!’ Fry moaned and pressed their lips harder together. Riddick held still for a moment as conflicting thoughts rushed through his head. Normally he would be quite pleased with a strong woman locking her mouth with his, such things always lead to dirty sex, smooth skin, and fucking her till she screamed. But the raw need wasn’t there. Normally he was up for anything. He was attracted to Fry, she was his type of woman . . . but the urge to nail her was almost non-existent. The pussycat flashed through his head as Fry’s tongue swiped over his lower lip. ‘Could a couple of kisses and a few fucks with a milithre really turn me off others just like that? Fuck no!’

Riddick pressed his mouth roughly against Fry’s making her yelp then moan. Their tongues touched as he took her mouth, their tongues dancing against each other. She tasted like blood and the buttered bread and fruit jam Jack got her for her meal. Taking control he mapped her mouth like he did his surroundings and dominated it like he did in a fight. Nothing. No fiery lust, no aching hard on, no urge to claim, no need . . . Sure he was a little hard, he was a healthy man who liked to fuck . . . Fry whimpered and brushed her small hands over his back, stomach, and down his leg, touching him possessively. The fingers of her right hand grazed teasingly up his thigh toward his cock and the other grasped at his ass. His cock hardly twitched. The Riddick before all the shit hit the fan could get hard and mount any attractive willing thing but Riddick of now didn’t really want to. He pulled out all the stops and fucked her mouth and she moaned just how he would want to hear it. Fry was the type of woman he would nail, would be nailing! The kiss was pleasant but lacking like ordering a stake dinner with no stake on the plate, fucking Fry wouldn’t be unpleasant but it wouldn’t have the fire he was used to. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ Riddick pulled away from Fry’s mouth and untangled her arms from around his shoulders which took some doing one handed.

“R-riddick? W-what? What you doing?” She looked at him all flush with lust burning in her eyes making them look stormy and shocking like flashing blue lightning.

“Not gonna happen.” Riddick said almost sadly as he stood up. He looked at Fry in slight confusion and wondered if it had something to do with her? ‘Do I not want her because she’s hurt? Is it her scent? Her looks?’ No. He knew why he didn’t want her he just couldn’t believe it. ‘I only want to fuck the pussycat.’ Riddick stepped away from Fry’s bed slightly shocked at the thought.

Fry’s eyes widened in shock then landed on Oren sleeping peacefully in the man’s arm and she let out a relieved sigh. “You could put him down on one of the spare beds. A-and we can pull the curtains around my bed. We can do this quick.”

Riddick felt a small flash of disgust at the needy whiny tone in Fry’s voice. “No. Kid could fall.”

Fry sighed and rolled her eyes. “Riddick, he’s a tiny newborn. He won’t fall.” Then she looked at him with big puppy eyes. “I just want to touch you. To suck you. I know I’m not fit enough to do a lot but I can at least touch you.”

“You think you know everything don’t you, girl?” Riddick shook his head and left.

Entering the cat’s room Riddick took a good long look at him, traced his eyes over long limbs, wide back, long dark braided hair, and eye catching black tail. He could feel himself getting hard form just watching the milithre sleep and breathe. Confusion clouded his mind as he put Oren back into his nest of blankets and pillows. Crawling into bed behind the younger man Riddick wrapped him up in his arms and buried his nose in his hair. “What the hell did you do to me cat?” Xander shifted and Riddick tightened his arms around his lover. He was a man of his instincts so if they say ‘Mine! Mine! Mine!’ when he thinks of the kitty so be it. The cat is his now and they both better get used to it. ‘I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I’ll figure it out.’

**
Fry woke up the next day completely confused and annoyed. Fry just didn’t understand what happened the day before. ‘Why would Riddick just leave? He wanted me just as much as I wanted him!’ Sitting up in bed Fry slowly got up and tried to walk around. She was alone in the infirmary so she didn’t have to worry about anyone telling her to stay in bed. She shuffled around and walked the feeling back into her tingly legs. It felt good to move. Shuffling over to the bed across the room she raised a brow when she found the cat’s vid pad. “Why would some stupid milithre have a vid? This brand is five thousand credits each.”

Hobbling toward the door she looked out the small window and a smile bloomed on her face. There was her Riddick in the hall by the cargo area! She was about to press the button to open the door and go see him when the cat showed up. He was carrying the baby and walked right up to Riddick like they were good buddies. ‘How dare he be so familiar with my boyfriend!’ She thought darkly as she clinched her hands around the vid bending it and cracking the screen. The vid lit up as little glitches flashed across the screen. Her eyes widened when the cat sashayed into the silver eyed man’s space and pressed their bodies together. Fry waited for Riddick to push the other man away only to gasp when thickly muscled arms wrapped around the cat holding him and the infant against his chest. Fry saw red when the cat locked lips with her man.

Fry wanted to go out there and rip the cat a new one but was unsure what Riddick would do. Would the big man be impressed with her defending their relationship? Is he using the cat for something? She of all people knew how many tricks the creatures could do. After all her father spent half her inheritance just to buy another dirty milithre on the black market so there status would raise. That creature had given her family two more children and was now pregnant with another. The milithre is a powerful healer . . . but Riddick is unhurt! His leg is healed, he don’t need the cat’s gross light healing. Milithre are excellent thieves. ‘Could Riddick need the cat to steal something when we all get planet side?’ Fry frowned at that idea. ‘No. What could Riddick want that he can’t get himself?’ She looked out the window again and watched as they parted from their kiss and walked away up the stairs and out of the cargo bay.

“So the cat thinks he can have Riddick? Fuck no!” Fry stomped toward her bed and sat down hard. She ignored her pain as she shifted to get comfortable, it was the stupid cat that told her to take it easy anyway. That stupid man stealing cat. With a pout on her face Fry looked at the vid and raised a brow at what was on it. “The Milithre royal family?”

Fry scrolled down then gasped at the picture of the prince third in line for the crown. Prince Alea’xand’r, second son to the crown prince and titled ‘Light of Sah’ most powerful raw healing of the royal line. ‘That stupid cat is a fucking PRINCE!’

**
Xander felt giddy. There was a spring to his step even though he was dog tired and visiting his most hated patient. Xander could still feel the imprint of Riddick’s warm arms around him; his possessive and protective emotions still surround him like a cloak. Xander shields were still not as strong as he wanted them and he still hasn’t told Riddick about the bond but he’ll get to it! He will! He just needed to figure out how to tell Riddick without having the big man getting all angry and snarly. Xander’s skip faltered at the thought of Riddick’s bad reaction. ‘Let’s not think about that right now! Right now everything is good. Riddick wants me and I love him.’ Xander bounced into the room and even gave Fry a small smile. She was the only one still in the infirmary besides the boys in cryo pods. The sneer she pulled up onto her face made her look a bit hag-ish but Xander was just too high on happy to pick on her or to be pulled down by her emotions.

“I want out of this bed.” She growled.

Xander nodded absently his head too full of his own happiness and worries to care about hers. “Sure, whatever. As soon as the holes in your side heal.”

Fry waved her hand as if to tell Xander to get on with it. “Well?”

Xander shook his head. “I’ve already did enough healing, your body needs time to absorb the energy.”

Fry scowled darkly at nothing. “You’re just doing this so you could have him to yourself! You’re scared he’ll pick me! I saw you rubbing up against him like some sort of whore!”

Xander glared at the blonde and had to think of the silver eyed man and his possessive arms to keep from slashing Fry’s face. “Fry just lay back and heal. Don’t make me regret saving you.” *Growl*

Fry’s blue eyes softened a little at that reminder and she gave Xander an almost sympathetic expression. She placed her hand on Xander’s and patted it like a Grammy would a little child’s. “I’m thankful, I am . . . but can’t you just back off? He and I have a powerful connection; it’s our right to see where this can go. Think of our happiness next time you try to rub up on him. Our possible future."

“Ooooookk. I’m gonna take my hand back now.” Xander slid his hand out from under Fry’s and gave her a confused look as he stared into her clear eyes. “Did you get into the good drugs in the cabinet? Who’s ‘our’?” ‘Though I could guess. It’s not like she’s talking about Imam.’

Fry rolled her eyes. “Mine and Riddick’s of course!”

Xander narrowed his eyes into little slits. “Of course.”

Fry looked into Xander’s eyes and smirked. “You saw him; you saw how happy he was to see me. How he looks at me.”
Xander’s dark tail flicked back and forth with irritation, the mace like tip making a ‘swishswish’ sound. ‘You weren’t the one he fucked hard and desperately against the shower wall or held in bed. The one who spent every night in his arms. You never licked his cock or marked his body!’ Xander thought viciously in his head and only the fact that the woman was severely injured and wacked in the head kept him from saying just that. “Right well I’ll just leave you to your fantasies.”

Fry tossed a pillow at Xander’s retreating form. “JUST FIX ME!”

‘Don’t tempt me.’ Thought Xander as the image of him taking Fry to a vet clinic to get spayed flashed through his mind. “Go to sleep.”

“I know you’re some sort of cat prince! Does Riddick know?” Fry yelled.

“Really? What makes you think that?” Xander stopped at the door and looked over at her.

Fry sneered. “I know a thing or two about milithre. You wear a crown under that bandanna! Most of your kind wears a necklace or a ring. It was the only trash Erin was allowed to keep from his past when he was my family’s servant.”

“Servant? Don’t you mean slave?” Xander could feel her belief in what she was saying and since it was the truth he felt no need to dance around it. “How’d you find out?”

She tossed the vid at Xander’s head and he barely caught it before it hit him. On the screen was a highlighted picture of him as a child with a jewel covered silver crown on his head one more ornamental then the circlet he wears. And beside that picture was a recent picture of him in a coma with his long hair brushed out around him and his father the crown prince by his side. Under the pictures was his name. Prince Alea’xand’r ‘Xander’ Halo’nith.

“You look a lot like a girly version of your future king daddy.” Fry sneered. “I’m going to tell Riddick.” The look on her face was taunting and nasty, it said without saying ‘Let see who can tell him first!’

Xander hissed. He left quick fearing what he would do if he stayed in the room with the woman much longer. As Xander left a trail of black liquid dripped from his unsheathed bone spike and caught fire the moment it touched something solid. It burned through the plastic linoleum floor leaving happy little fires in the milithre’s wake.
**

Xander wanted to beat Fry’s face in, wanted to toss her out of an airlock, or at least put her in cryo! Something! Anything! He just didn’t want to deal with her. ‘That spoiled little bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? So she hates me, so what! I don’t like her either doesn’t mean she can’t act normal-ish.’ Xander could feel the hair over his head and tail standing up on end like a ruffled and pissed off house cat. Standing in the middle of the cargo bay Xander took some deep breaths to calm down and went into some basic milithre meditation poses. One step to the next flowed like water, all his limbs working together even his tail moved from a striking pose to an upward curve around his body. He sidestepped in a circle with his clawed hands slashing up then down and across like an enraged tiger, with his tail strikes viper-like at invisible enemies, with his legs sweeping out almost looking like a fall but stayed in control, and his fangs barred to invisible attackers. He did this for a good twenty minutes before he calmed down to the point his hair went back to normal. Xander took a calming breath and sheathed his claws and tail spike.

“Remind me not to piss you off, pussycat.” Riddick said from his spot on some crates.

Xander brushed some sweat out of his face and smiled. “Yeah, right. You could clobber me in a second.”

Riddick shrugged carelessly then jumped down off the crates quietly and gracefully. He tossed the cat a bottle of water. “Too tired for a tumble?”

Xander raised a brow as the other man circled an arm around his back. “Maybe? Where’s Oren.”

“Imam has him.” Riddick nipped Xander’s neck and smirked when the kitty went limp in his arms. He liked responsive lovers.

“I make it too easy for you.” Xander groaned as they walked to the bedroom.

Riddick snorted. “Not really. Not with all the running around you’ve been doing. You hop like no one else can do shit around here. Have to chase you just to get some fucking action. That or fuck you while you’re asleep.” Pushing the softly panting kitty onto the bed Riddick went over to the light switch and smirked as he flicked it off. “Now let’s get back to where we were before the shit with the others.” Xander whimpered as he watched the dark outline and glowing silver eyes stalk toward him, he could hear Riddick shedding his clothes as he walked toward the bed. He moaned when Riddick’s strong naked body covered his and sucked on his throat as the silver eyed man slid eager hands under Xander’s shirt and against sweat slick skin. Riddick pulled up Xander’s shirt and bit at his neck and nipples as skin was revealed to his enhanced eyes. Riddick pulled off Xander’s pants in one smooth go and settled himself in between his smooth muscular legs. Xander groaned as their groins met and they began to thrust against each other like over eager teens. “T-thought I was gonna make lo-do you?”

Riddick nipped at Xander’s shoulder then flipped them, him on the bottom and Xander on top. “Thought right.” Riddick slapped a small tub of scentless lube into Xander’s hand and laid back and relaxed with his arms behind his head. He laid there like he had all day. Like he hadn’t been humping Xander hard into the bed just a few moments ago.

Xander sat up in Riddick’s lap and brushed his fingers over the plastic tube in his palm. A familiar kind lube used on the shock paddles for the infirmary. “When did you go to the infirmary?”

Riddick shrugged and moved his whole body up against Xander’s. “Had to check on Fry, Jack the brat, and the holy man.”

Xander blinked as he felt his cock wilt slightly at the mention of Fry. “Ok. “ Xander popped the seal on the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Shifting off Riddick’s lap Xander carefully crawled between his legs and let his fingers follow the path of Riddick’s legs over to his thick eager cock, heavy balls, and smooth sensitive skin since he could hardly see in the dark. He could clearly feel Riddick’s amusement and arousal as Xander was forced to fumble around in the dark, not that he minded all the groping he was doing. When his fingers brushed over the silvered eyed man’s tight crinkled hole Xander’s breath caught in his throat and he swallowed thickly. He let his fingers circle the area before slowly slipping in his middle finger. Xander moaned at the tight heat that incased his finger. “Oh, damn.”

Riddick grunted as he opened his legs up for the intrusion. “Come on, pussycat. We can play finger fuck some other time, need something with more reach up my ass.” Riddick grabbed Xander’s penis and pulled sharply then smoothed his hand over the slick head and thumbed the wet slit. Xander shuddered and bit sharply at his lip using the pain to focus on instead to the zings of pleasure.

“Keep doing that and it will be over too fast.” Xander whimpered as Riddick pressed his thumb and nail against the slit of his cock.

Riddick smirked. “Right.” Giving his prize one last pet Riddick released Xander’s cock and left the other man finish preparing him. Riddick sighed then groaned as two fingers slid in and out of him. ‘Been so long since I played bottom . . . forgot how good it could be to sit back and enjoy the ride.’

Eagerly Xander thrust three fingers into his lover’s tight hole and panted at the feel of hot silky skin clamping around the digits. Gliding his fingers in deeper he searched for Riddick’s sweet spot and moaned at the tight heat holding his fingers in. Xander felt his own cock twitch as Riddick’s lustful emotions got stronger and overshadowed his with their power. Xander NEEDED to fuck Riddick NOW. “Oh, damn.”

Riddick hissed as agile finger tips brushed that ‘Fuck yeah!’ spot inside him and bit back moans as that spot was teased. ‘Fucking cat always teasing me!’ “Come o-on, pretty kitty. Get on with it. NOW!” He growled.

Xander purred as he pulled his fingers out and scrambled on top of his lover and settled between those large muscled thighs. Lining himself up Xander press swiftly inside just like they both wanted and moved hard and fast like both of them needed. Xander shivered as the bond deepened, what Riddick needed he needed, how his mate wanted to fuck/make love he wanted it to. They moaned/snarled as they kissed/bit at each others mouths and rut like animals. The bond took them both away from the here and now and dropped them into a new place full of hunger, stinging lips, and scream worthy pleasure. The bond put them through a loop of bliss and they were lost in it. Groans, grunts, and the sound of flesh pressing together filled the air as they mated. Each tapped into their primal nature as they snarled, bit, and rut, each giving the other exactly what they needed.

Riddick hissed out a moan as he arched his back and forced himself on his kitty’s sweet cock on last time before he clamped down and reached orgasm. Xander thrust hard into Riddick body and could feel heat coil tightly in his belly, he whimpered as those strong muscles closed around him and gasped with Riddick as the man came in fast ropey bursts. Giving one last shuddering thrust Xander came. They both sighed and relaxed into the bed at the same time as the loop of connection ebbed away and made them separate again. Riddick gently pushed Xander off him and sat up.

***Sex end***

Riddick had never felt so connected to another being in his life! He felt safe, loved, and all those other fuzzy puffy cloud feelings. He felt human and free. He felt like all the bad shit in his life was gone erased by Xander’s smile and purr. He didn’t feel like himself! He felt like a stranger ass jacked his body and was making him feel the gooey feelings it was experiencing. It was unnatural and he did NOT like it! Sex was not supposed to make he feel weird emotional shit like love. It just didn’t happen for a man like him! ‘Something has to be wrong!’ Riddick gave Xander a hard look. “What the FUCK was that?”

Xander shifted uneasily and a look of guilt clouded his face. “Our bond.”

Riddick looked at Xander like he grew fluffy angel wings on his back, a halo on his head, shit out talking gold bricks, and singing strawberry cupcakes. “What bond? What the hell are you on about?”

“You’re my mate, Riddick.”

“You’re shitting me.” He gave Xander a look that screamed ‘You better be shitting me!’

“No. No I’m not shitting you. Milithre have mates and you’re one of mine.” Xander said nervously.

Riddick snorted. ‘Now I know the kid is fucking with me! I don’t share with anyone.’ Riddick got off the bed and started getting his kit on. He needed to get away from the crazy cat. “I’m not your mate.”

Xander stood up to and followed the other as he dressed quickly. “You are! You felt the bond! You knew all the sensitive spots on my body even though we only made love three times. You knew when I wanted to be kissed softly and when I wanted my mouth fucked! You feel my emotions, my mind, and you had to of felt the ghost touches of pleasure your skin gave mine. You’re my mate!”

Riddick growled as he crowded into Xander space. “I’m fucking NOT your anything!”

“You are! And I don’t regret it. I’m just sorry we did this so fast but I’m sorry I didn’t lay it all out for you.” Xander muttered sadly.

Riddick grunted then fled the room like a man getting chased by death itself. ‘I don’t need a mate. I need no one! People slow me down.’

Xander flinched as Riddick’s thought flashed through his mind. He was too upset to chase after Riddick and tell him his other secret. “I can’t imagine my other secret going over any better then this one.” Xander sighed.

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Moonkat: I know I said one chapter more but my brother got the anime Riddick movie and I watched it. So now i have more I want to add. *sigh* This might have to have two more chapters in it. I had always wondered why Jack was so hard up for Riddick. Now i know, she's crazy. Tell me if you see errors, grammer and other because I had to use a different writing program then the one i wrote this on.

Hope you like it.

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