The Darkness Calls

The Darkness Calls



Title: Hot everything!!!!



Pairings: Riddick/Xander

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the craziness that spews out of my head. Own nothing else! Cross my heart! ^_^ All characters belong to their respective owners, and all that. That means I own nothing and have zero money, Z E R O. . . Don’t sue me, it would cramp my creativity. Own nothing!

Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.

WARNING!!!!!! Talk of MPREG AND WILL HAVE MPREG! Nursing of babies will happen!! Blood and death and what not. If you don't like don't read this chapter.



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“You’re coming with us.”



“WHAT!” Xander stared at Johns. “But I need to watch over Owens and Oren. Greg is not totally out of the woods! Who will watch Oren?!”



Johns sighed. “Look! I need your nose and eyes. Riddick can’t be that far. Besides Shezza, Paris, Zeke, and the kid Jack will be here. They can watch a full-grown man and an infant that can’t walk for an hour or two.” Johns said sarcastically as he pointed at said people.



Xander growled. “You want me to be your tracking dog . . . um cat?! I have more important things to do!!”



Johns looked at Xander like he was an idiot. “More important things?! What’s more important then catching a murdering animal? You want Riddick to kill everyone?”



Xander rolled his eyes and was about to answer with something snide, but the others were looking at Xander seriously. The kids were even looking scared. So Xander bit his tongue and answered Johns calmly. “Course I don’t want Riddick to kill everyone! But you guys don’t need me to come along.”



Fry stepped forward. She stood tall and leveled Xander with an authoritive glare. “Look, if Johns thinks you should come then you are. Shezza will watch the baby.”



Xander hated how relieved Fry looked. She really didn’t want Xander around the baby. In fact Xander could feel strong emotion coming from Fry every time she saw Xander with Oren. She didn’t like Milithre. She didn’t like Xander. She didn’t want him to corrupt the innocent infant. Not that Oren really knew anything yet being only a day old.



She didn’t this, she didn’t that. She had so many negative emotions coming off her. Anger, sadness, hate, and jealousy. All that mixed in with a stubborn self-righteous-ness, and something like motherly concern. Her emotions were oily and dark mixed with sharp brightness. From what Xander could sense he reminded the blond of her past, her childhood. Xander rolled his eyes, it would figure that he would be the focus of some chicks past/present/future anger. Xander didn’t really like it, so he didn’t want to play along.



Fry stepped up to take the napping baby from him, but Xander stepped around her and deposited Oren into Jack’s surprised arms. “Wha! I-I can’t watch ‘im!”



“Of course you can. Just rock him when he cries. Shezza and Paris will help you. Infants sleep most of the time anyway.” Xander glared at Paris when he opened his mouth.



“I . . .um yes. Of course we’ll watch the tike.” Paris shifted under Xander’s gaze. Nervous. The little old booze lover as always nervous.



Following Imam and his kids, Xander was off. If he had to come along he wanted this all to be done right quick! He had better things to do after all.



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15 minutes into the search for water.



Ok. Xander considered himself a nice guy. He was reasonable, didn’t bitch, or try to bite peoples heads off. He was fucking companionable and NICE! So why was Fry blocking the children from him? Well Hassan and Suleiman were only a few years younger then Xander. But still! Fry was trying to be a wall and would interrupt when Xander tried to talk. Xander was getting tired of being shushed like a noisy child. Even in this world strong-willed blonds thought they could tell him what to do.

Xander looked over their surroundings. At the miles of wasteland and heat before and behind them, at the hills of red rock. This planet was a dead thing full of ghosts and hopelessness. If they found water it would be a miracle, that or damn good shit your pants luck. *Nope! No water. I see rocks. Sand. Rocks oh and more rocks! This is just great!*


Xander glared at the back of Fry’s head.


When Johns left to find a higher point to look out from, Fry followed. She was the CAPTAIN and all. She needed to know everything that was going on. As he walked, Xander took the opportunity to talk to Imam. “So you and those boys are on a holy journey, hajj? Have you been to Helion before?”



Imam smiled. “Yes. The young ones and I are searching for New Mecca. This set back is just another test. We will be stronger for it. And no. I’ve not seen Helion Prime. I hear it is a wonderful light filled planet. A place of hope and wealth.”



“Huh. So how are we going to find this water you claim is about?” Xander tossed a stone into the air. It sailed through the sky and landed behind Fry and Johns. The two jumped like spooked deer, Johns had his gun up ready to shoot. Xander looked the other way, looking as innocent as he could while Fry and Johns searched around for something to jump up out of the shadows.



Imam smiled. “My friend faith will lead us to water.”



Xander stopped at that. “Aw shit. Faith won’t even lead me to a toilet, or let me dress before kicking me out! We’ll never find water. We’re doooooomed . . . .”



Imam just smiled at Xander crude humor. “We’ll see my young friend.”



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“Is this whole planet dead?” Fry mumbled as she looked over the landscape. At the dozens of animal bones. Bleach white, dry, animal bones. It was quite a sight. And as Imam said. The large grave could be like the elephant bone yards of earth. Just something the animals did before death. But why wasn’t there anymore of the giant dino-creatures about?



Did this planet go through some sort of change? Xander didn’t know. But some of the skeletons were positioned weirdly. If he was going to die, Xander would have gotten comfortable. Not spread out and awkward like he was running from something freaky, or doing aerobics and got stuck. *Hmm. Maybe that’s how the animals were shaped? Bow legged or something.*



Walking into the bone yard Xander followed the cool dark scent of Riddick. He had told Johns he couldn’t find him but the scent was strongest here within the bone yard, well the shadows of many bones. His trail drifted all over, but in a pattern. One of a powerful predator herding and hunting a good kill.



Following after Johns, Xander tipped his head and sniffed about. Riddick’s scent was drifting about. The big man was stalking them. He was also testing Xander’s skills. Growling Xander circled the skeleton of the dead beast, Riddick’s trail was like following a hopping frog, he was all over the place. The scent stopped in the shadows of a large bone cage near where Fry and Johns stopped to rest. Finding Riddick, Xander kept his distance and listens to Johns and Fry talk. It was old news to Xander.



Johns and Fry were leaning against the ribs of the large animal skeleton. They were having a moment. Xander stayed quiet and listened.



“Drink?” Johns handed Fry the bottle. One of Paris’ booze bottles.



He didn’t know if Riddick knew he was there or not. The man seamed focused on Fry. Xander could feel a sharp flash of jealousy spike in his mind. He didn’t like Riddick’s intent focus on Fry. Sure she smelled nice, but really! She was a bossy bitch! Hypocritical too.



“Probably shouldn’t be doing this.” She said as she took the bottle. “It dehydrates you even more.” She took a sip and grimaced.



“You’re probably right.” Johns gave Fry a charming but hallow grin. “You know, you could have stayed back at the ship. Probably should have. If we don’t find water, you know what happens.”



Xander sat back and leaned against the bone wall. He felt quite annoyed at what he was hearing. Fry didn’t have to go on the wonderful journey for water but Xander did? That just rubbed Xander’s fur the wrong way. HE wanted to get back to Oren and Greg. They needed his care. And *blush* Oren would need to be fed soon.



“I wanted to get away.” Fry said softly as she leaned against the bone wall, dangerously close to Riddick and his bone shiv.



Johns’ smile became a little sharper, shark-like. “I’ve never seen a captain so ready to leave her ship.”



Fry didn’t meet Johns eyes. “I think we should keep going.”



Johns stopped her from leaving. “Hey, what did Owens mean about not touching the handle? It’s just between you and me, Carolyn. I promise.” He said as he gave Fry a look, one of those kind big blue-eyed looks. A ‘you can trust me’ look. A trapping one. One that fooled Fry good.



“I’m not your captain.” That was no surprise to Xander. Not only was Fry too young to be the captain, she wasn’t right for the job. Fry just wasn’t the type of person. She wasn’t the right type of leader. She wasn’t selfless, loyal, or too brave. She could be. One day. But not right now. Plus Xander had met the REAL captain at the beginning of the voyage. Xander had liked that old man, shame he was gone now.



Xander watched as Riddick held his bone shiv up. It looked like he was going to knife Fry. Xander didn’t feel that old scooby stupidity or morality. He wasn’t sure he would stop Riddick or not. He just watched as the bone shiv came closer to the back of Fry’s neck.



“During the landing when things were at there worst, Owens is at his best. He’s the one that stopped the docking pilot from dumping the main cabin.” Riddick tipped his head. His knife stilling.



“The passengers.” Fry muttered.



“And the docking pilot being?” Johns raised a brow. Fry just looked at him steadily, not saying anything, just stared into his eyes.



Xander blinked. Riddick had cut off a small piece of Fry’s hair without her noticing. It was so quick that Xander barely saw it. The man held the curl of dark blond hair close to his face, it sparkled in the light.



“I guess I’m a little more glad to be here then I thought.” Johns places his cap on her head and they began to leave.



Xander listened as the others foot steps disappeared. “She smells nice doesn’t she.” Xander mumbled. Her physical scent was lovely, but her mental one was still shitty.



Riddick didn’t jump or move. He sniffed the hair for a short second then let it flutter in the wind. He turned to Xander with a cocky grin on his face. “Yeah she does. A little bossy though, but I’m sure I could fuck that out of her.”



Xander felt another jolt of jealousy. He snorted. “I think it would take more then one lay for that one.”



Riddick stalked forward. “Really? Hmm.”



Xander took a step back. The emotions coming off Riddick were dark, powerful, and rolling in lust. It made Xander a little weak at the knees. Xander was about to ask Riddick something, anything, when the man suddenly moved. He was in Xander’s face, had his slight body pinned to the bone rib wall, chest to chest. “What about you? Care for a tumble?”



Xander swallowed. Riddick’s silvery eyes were gleaming into Xander’s light brown, intense and hungry.



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Ali frowned as he looked around. Their friend was gone. Pulling on Hassan’s clothes, Ali pointed that out to his kin. Hassan too looked around. He went to Imam. He whispered into the older man’s ear, Imam blinked then went right to the captain.



“Carolyn. Our young milithre friend is missing.”



Fry sighed. “It’s fine Imam. He probably went back to the others. You know he didn’t want to come. He’s just a lazy cat, maybe he’s sunbathing.” She said in jest.



Imam frowned. “Shouldn’t we look for him? Young Xander could be injured.”



Fry rolled her eyes. “We don’t have the time. We need to find water first.”



Imam opened his mouth to protest, but Fry spoke up again. “If he’s not at the ship when we get back then we’ll look for him.”



Imam did not like that but he nodded. Young Xander was a capable man. Surly he could keep himself out of trouble.



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Xander gasped as Riddick lifted him up against the bone face, forcing him to put his legs around the strong waist. Riddick was brushing his nose and lips over Xander neck and shoulder, making him gasped. Riddick was nipping at a spot just under Xander’s jaw, it felt sooooo nice. Xander purred. Riddick smirked.



Xander’s empathy was making everything that Riddick did ten times worse . . . or better. Depends on the point of view. Not only was Xander wiggling around in bliss but it was starting to bleed out to Riddick. It was weaker but Riddick could clearly feel secondhand sensations over his skin. It was addictive.



Thrusting his hips against Xander’s, Riddick growled, Xander groaned. Bone melting pleasure was zinging through the blood. Felt damn good. Laying down the boy, Riddick started disrobing them. He was slightly surprised to find the straps of a sword belt around the kid’s chest. It was thin and fit the boy like a glove. He lifted Xander up a bit so he could look at his back, at the short sword across his smooth soft skinned back.



“Nice blade.” Riddick brushed his fingers over it. It was well made and old, the leather handle well used with grooved hand holds on it.



Xander sat up. “You shouldn’t touch it. It bites people it don’t trust.”



Riddick snorted. “You talk like it’s sentient. If it is, must like me.” Said Riddick as he petting his fingers over the blade’s edge.



Shucking Xander pants and boots Riddick frowned. He wanted his partner naked, completely. Riddick plucked at the straps. “Off. Now.”



Xander blinked for a second. *Where’d my pants go?* Shrugging it off as irrelevant Xander slid one strap off then the next. He wasn’t worried about his blade, he didn’t think it was Riddick’s style. Pushing his blade behind him, Xander sat up on the bone shelf his legs spread. Riddick was standing before him goggle-less, shirt-less, and with his fly down. He could see dark curls and the side of a well-shaped hip. He looked hot, muscles tight and ready to spring, to devour.



Xander let out a little growl his eyelids lowered. Riddick growled right back. Three large steps and Riddick was between Xander’s legs, cock to cock. He rolled his hips and pulled Xander closer till his lower half hung off the bone shelf. Riddick looked his new sex partner over, he liked his smell, loved his body, and the flush on his young face stirred a lot of something’s in Riddick. Things in Riddick stirred besides his cock, some emotion he thought was dead. He pushed it aside, fuzzy shit made him uncomfortable.



Xander arched as one of Riddick’s big hands grasped his rear and squeezed. It felt good *blush*, maybe too good. Xander was as hard as a rock. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip and his balls were tightening. He really wanted to cum . . . But he really wanted some sex first. When Riddick’s fingers pressed against his lips, Xander opened them and sucked.



Riddick groaned. The boy’s mouth was hot and wet, and that tongue was clever. He was tempted to try out that pretty mouth first . . . maybe some other time. That hungry needy look in the boy’s light brown eyes made Riddick curious, curious about what the feline could do. How much stamina he had? What where Xander’s hot spots? What could make him mewl? Riddick wanted to know all those things.



Slowly and with a gentleness he had never shown a lover before, Riddick pushed a finger inside the feline. Xander groaned his head thumping against the pile of bones under him. Moving his finger around Riddick was surprised when a rush of warm slickness covered his finger. He pulled out and rubbed his fingers together, his fingers were slick with something clear and almost scent-less. It smelled a little like Xander, almost sweet. Riddick shrugged, the man under him didn’t smell hurt so this stuff must be a milithre lube.



Thrusting two fingers in Riddick was pleased when the body under him leaned into the touch. Tense with need. “You’re a hot kitty, aren’t you? You want it, huh?”


He was pleased with the dark blush that covered Xander’s face and the increase in pheromones. So the boy liked sex talk. And Riddick barely said anything!



Riddick bushed his nose over Xander cheek till he reached his ear. “Gonna pounded into you . . . Long and hard. Going to make you scream, Kitty.” He thrust his fingers in and out with each word.



“R-Riddick!” Xander arched and purred. Riddick thrust three fingers into Xander and forced them against the pretty milithre’s sweet spot. Pulling his fingers out Riddick lined his ready cock up with Xander’s entrance. He was ready, he was hard as hell it was almost painful, and his pants were around his knees. Usually with a hook up like this Riddick would act cool. Be in and out before his partner knew what hit um. Fuck! Sometime’s he never even unbuttoned his pants, just unzipped then screwed.



But the kitten under him was unraveling Riddick. Wasn’t good for the image. Riddick needed to make this fast . . . and good . . . and hard . . . and ah fuck! Riddick hissed as he was slowly swallowed up by the tight silky flesh. “ Grrr. Nice and hot.”



Xander blushed even as he tightened his legs around the bigger man’s waist. They lay still together for a moment just breathing in each other’s scents then Xander rolled his hips signaling he was ready. Pulling out till only the head was left inside Riddick slammed back into the firm body under him.



“OH! MORE!” Xander yelped as he arched his back.



*moan* Tightening his legs around Riddick, Xander pulled the man down for a kiss. Tongues tangled together, teeth nipping, and blood mingled as sharp teeth cut into lips. As the kiss ended Riddick smirked. His bottom lip was cut good. “The cat plays rough?”



Xander flush and licked at the blood that coated his bruised lips. He tongued the cut Riddick made on his inside lip, somehow he felt this blood sharing was important. Special.



“So tight.” Riddick hissed through his teeth.



Shifting them around a bit Riddick tilted Xander hips and slammed in. Hitting that sweet spot dead on. He smirked. The milithre mewled loudly. Pulling out slowly Riddick snapped back in making the long hair brunet quiver. Licking over those silky lips, Riddick dived his tongue back in for another taste. The kitty tasted so good . . .



“Ahhh!” Xander mewled as another thrust hit his prostate again. Riddick was driving him crazy. Grabbing for some sort of hold Xander clawed at Riddick’s muscled back, not realizing he was drawing a bit of blood.



Riddick growled as he nipped at Xander’s pale throat, the pain was just adding to his pleasure. Latching onto the flesh under his mouth Riddick bit down, bruising it, marking it. With his other hand Riddick pulled one of Xander’s legs up high, holding the limb in the crock of his elbow. Riddick could feel heat rushing through his body, he was ready to explode.



Xander panted. Riddick seamed to get hotter and hotter as he pounded into Xander. Pleasure was curling through Xander spine, his stomach, his blood. With a gasp Xander threw his head back and came. “NnnnnnnnhH!!”



Riddick groaned as hot silky walls started squeezing and milking his cock. When Xander threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream Riddick was done and came with a loud feral roar. He force Xander’s head forward for a deep hot smash of lips, teeth clacked together and tongues fought lazily.



For a minute they both lay there panting. Still connected. Still breathing in each others scents. Riddick was the first to move. He slid out of Xander, backed up a step, then started pulling up his pants. Xander got up and just sat for a moment. He watched Riddick shift. Riddick almost looked uncomfortable. It was quite a sight. One Xander would remember.



“I . . . see you around.” Was all Riddick said before he disappeared into what little shadow the planet had. Xander smiled. He had made an impression on Riddick, he could feel it. Xander happily got dressed. Maybe searching for water wasn’t a waste of time. At this very moment Xander was content and smiling, his worries about getting off the sand planet on the back burner. For just this moment he felt worry free.



Might not have if he remembered a little detail he had read from his vid pad. ~Milithre are a very fertile species . . .~



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TBC



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