The Chronicles of Riddick: The Underverse
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,119
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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See part one for all disclaimers and summary
Chapter Three
Once again, Xander had that creepy feeling. He stopped, scratched the back of his neck absently. He glanced around, nothing there. He continued on his way, pace picking up. Cursing the fact that he'd blown the radiator on the car, and that he'd left his last stake in one of the zombies. It would be just his luck to run into a vampire on the way home. He moaned wondering if it were actually possible to kick himself. He should have known better than to think that on the Hellmouth.
Riddick bit back a grin. He might not know what the kid was saying but he could tell he'd had a rough night.
"Of fucking course," Xander muttered when three vampires stepped out of the shadows. He was going to die within ten feet of safety. And here he was just thinking that he didn't need to be rescued anymore. Where was the Buffster when you actually needed her? He fell back into a defensive stance putting his back to a nearby car.
Outnumbered three to one, and he still managed to get in some good hits. Then he zigged, when he should have zagged and a side kick to his knee nearly dislocated it. He hit the ground hard, and he knew it was over even as he tried to regain his feet. Life flashing before his eyes, which took all of .five two seconds. Man, he needed to get a life.
Just as he was offering his good-byes a sound like nothing he'd ever heard echoed through the night. It wasn't like a vampire's growl. More animal, less demon in the sound. Then began the constant thud of bodies, and the what he'd termed a hunting growl grew more frustrated. Xander finally made it to his feet, and turned to see his saviour.
It was the guy from before, he was tossing the vampires around like Buffy. Hell, Buffy could take lessons from this guy. But he wasn't killing them, oh Xander heard the snapping of necks but with a vamp that would only disable. Momentarily at that, if they were old enough. He started looking around, hoping for a nearby tree or even a shrub. Anything. No such luck, except for Mrs. Fren's raggedy fence.
Oh, well. Just add more vandalism to his list of crimes for tonight. Hobbling over he wrenched a piece of the old fence, and waited for the big guy to take down a vamp again.
It wasn't long. Just a few thuds more. Actually, it was pretty amazing. The guy, Riddick, had yet to break a sweat or take a hit. Man, Buffy really needed to ask who his trainer was. Xander lunged toward the body on the ground, driving the stake in and out. Poof. Such a satisfiying sound. Deadboy, begone.
Before he had time to register the guy was on him, and had the stake. Half a second later, poof and poof again. No more vampires. His night was once again looking up. So, he looked up and up. Man, good guy or not those eyes were alarming. "So, rescue many damsels in distress. Not that I'm a damsel or anything," babbled Xander climbing to his feet. Pain shot through his leg, but he ignored it; unaware of the subvocal whine he gave.
Riddick, however, was not. The sound was not enough for normal ears to hear. The boy hid his pain well. Very well for a practically untrained fighter. Riddick studied the boy as he shifted nervously. It was the left knee, he could see the slight variations in heat all ready gathering around the area.
"And I guess I owe you thanks," began Xander hesitantly as another thought occured to him. "Are you following me? You are, aren't you? Great what am I going to tell the 'rents? He followed me home, can I keep him? Yeah, that'll go over real well with Mr. Hit first ask questions never." Of course, his erstwhile saviour said nothing. But seeing as he apparently didn't speak English, what did he expect.
God, he couldn't believe he was going to do this. But, the man had just saved him so...
"C'mon you can crash for the night," said Xander turning away. He started forward, another subvocal whine. Then there was an arm around him.
Riddick couldn't help it. It was an animal thing. This young pup was to be if only temporarily part of his crew. He was hurting, and instinct said to help. It wasn't like it was a big thing. Just letting the kid lean on him.
Xander started, flinching away. Touching. There was unneccesary touching. He pushed away from the heavily muscled arm, until the low growl stopped him. He paused looking up into the man's face, the silver eyes glimmered unreadable. But the impatient, yet chiding growl was clear. Xander was suddenly glad for the fragments of hyena. Without it he'd be scared out of his wits as it was he could just discern the man's intentions. At least he hoped he was. It'd be pretty bad if what he thought was let-me-help-you-stupid, actually meant stand-still-and-let-me-eat-you-stupid.
Riddick waited for the boy to lean back against him; he could tell he was going to from the faint shifting toward him. When the boy gave in he waited until Xander indicated the direction, then guided them toward it.
Yes, tonight was strange indeed. Even for the Hellmouth this was a strange night.
Silver-eyed protectors. Zombie gang-memembers. The Sisters of Jhe. Horny Slayer. And losing the Virginity. He'd had a full, and productive night. The only thing left was to slip Hercules here past the parental units, that were hopefully so inebriated they wouldn't notice a demi-god striding through their home. And Xander had no doubt his saviour strode, the man couldn't do anything less.
tbc...
Chapter Three
Once again, Xander had that creepy feeling. He stopped, scratched the back of his neck absently. He glanced around, nothing there. He continued on his way, pace picking up. Cursing the fact that he'd blown the radiator on the car, and that he'd left his last stake in one of the zombies. It would be just his luck to run into a vampire on the way home. He moaned wondering if it were actually possible to kick himself. He should have known better than to think that on the Hellmouth.
Riddick bit back a grin. He might not know what the kid was saying but he could tell he'd had a rough night.
"Of fucking course," Xander muttered when three vampires stepped out of the shadows. He was going to die within ten feet of safety. And here he was just thinking that he didn't need to be rescued anymore. Where was the Buffster when you actually needed her? He fell back into a defensive stance putting his back to a nearby car.
Outnumbered three to one, and he still managed to get in some good hits. Then he zigged, when he should have zagged and a side kick to his knee nearly dislocated it. He hit the ground hard, and he knew it was over even as he tried to regain his feet. Life flashing before his eyes, which took all of .five two seconds. Man, he needed to get a life.
Just as he was offering his good-byes a sound like nothing he'd ever heard echoed through the night. It wasn't like a vampire's growl. More animal, less demon in the sound. Then began the constant thud of bodies, and the what he'd termed a hunting growl grew more frustrated. Xander finally made it to his feet, and turned to see his saviour.
It was the guy from before, he was tossing the vampires around like Buffy. Hell, Buffy could take lessons from this guy. But he wasn't killing them, oh Xander heard the snapping of necks but with a vamp that would only disable. Momentarily at that, if they were old enough. He started looking around, hoping for a nearby tree or even a shrub. Anything. No such luck, except for Mrs. Fren's raggedy fence.
Oh, well. Just add more vandalism to his list of crimes for tonight. Hobbling over he wrenched a piece of the old fence, and waited for the big guy to take down a vamp again.
It wasn't long. Just a few thuds more. Actually, it was pretty amazing. The guy, Riddick, had yet to break a sweat or take a hit. Man, Buffy really needed to ask who his trainer was. Xander lunged toward the body on the ground, driving the stake in and out. Poof. Such a satisfiying sound. Deadboy, begone.
Before he had time to register the guy was on him, and had the stake. Half a second later, poof and poof again. No more vampires. His night was once again looking up. So, he looked up and up. Man, good guy or not those eyes were alarming. "So, rescue many damsels in distress. Not that I'm a damsel or anything," babbled Xander climbing to his feet. Pain shot through his leg, but he ignored it; unaware of the subvocal whine he gave.
Riddick, however, was not. The sound was not enough for normal ears to hear. The boy hid his pain well. Very well for a practically untrained fighter. Riddick studied the boy as he shifted nervously. It was the left knee, he could see the slight variations in heat all ready gathering around the area.
"And I guess I owe you thanks," began Xander hesitantly as another thought occured to him. "Are you following me? You are, aren't you? Great what am I going to tell the 'rents? He followed me home, can I keep him? Yeah, that'll go over real well with Mr. Hit first ask questions never." Of course, his erstwhile saviour said nothing. But seeing as he apparently didn't speak English, what did he expect.
God, he couldn't believe he was going to do this. But, the man had just saved him so...
"C'mon you can crash for the night," said Xander turning away. He started forward, another subvocal whine. Then there was an arm around him.
Riddick couldn't help it. It was an animal thing. This young pup was to be if only temporarily part of his crew. He was hurting, and instinct said to help. It wasn't like it was a big thing. Just letting the kid lean on him.
Xander started, flinching away. Touching. There was unneccesary touching. He pushed away from the heavily muscled arm, until the low growl stopped him. He paused looking up into the man's face, the silver eyes glimmered unreadable. But the impatient, yet chiding growl was clear. Xander was suddenly glad for the fragments of hyena. Without it he'd be scared out of his wits as it was he could just discern the man's intentions. At least he hoped he was. It'd be pretty bad if what he thought was let-me-help-you-stupid, actually meant stand-still-and-let-me-eat-you-stupid.
Riddick waited for the boy to lean back against him; he could tell he was going to from the faint shifting toward him. When the boy gave in he waited until Xander indicated the direction, then guided them toward it.
Yes, tonight was strange indeed. Even for the Hellmouth this was a strange night.
Silver-eyed protectors. Zombie gang-memembers. The Sisters of Jhe. Horny Slayer. And losing the Virginity. He'd had a full, and productive night. The only thing left was to slip Hercules here past the parental units, that were hopefully so inebriated they wouldn't notice a demi-god striding through their home. And Xander had no doubt his saviour strode, the man couldn't do anything less.
tbc...