The Darkness Calls

The Darkness Calls

Title: Pretty pussycat has claws!
Author: MoonKat
Summary: Xander feels guilty about Angel going to hell. So he tries to come clean with his friends . . . It goes bad. Now he’s changed. Inside and out. He’s in a new place and has a different life. Hell he not even human no more. Slash M/M/M
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. . .

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The heat. It was making him sweat. He could feel the big fat drops rising then rolling down his back. It didn’t bother him, the heat didn’t either. Not much at least. Riddick had been to hotter places, been dirtier. It was the light . . .

The burning . . .Painful . . . Blinding . . . Hateful . . . LIGHT!

And sweating made his goggles a bit itchy. His skin too. What with all the dirt that was sticking to him. Riddick didn’t ask for much in life. Just to be comfortable. To have a place that’s his. A hot body to tumble. *Smirk* And a couple of good fights to keep him fit.

That wasn’t much.

Since he couldn’t be comfortable, or have something that was his, a tumble in the sack, or a good fight . . . Riddick hid behind one of the spires . . . He’d settle for a crappy almost not worth it fight and getting rid of someone his latest lay didn’t like. Stalking forward Riddick lifted his bone shiv ready to drive it into Zeke’s spine when said man started screaming. Screaming before Riddick could make him. * Well ain’t this interesting . . .*

Riddick squatted by the hole and watched the blood fly and the screams ring out. He raised a brow as Zeke disappeared into the hole. Swallowed up by whatever was eating at him. Though the guy that his kitty had healed still had Zeke’s feet. That was something . . .

Riddick smirked. He knew it was easy to kill a man . . . but this just took all the fun out of it.

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Xander growled in annoyance. He was going to stop and walk back to his charges, why should he care what happens to the others? They weren’t his problem! Xander wasn’t going to play nice guy anymore. He was going to play the selfish card.

Sigh. But his feet weren’t stopping.

Increasing his already good distance ahead of the others Xander got to the dig site just as the screams stopped. Riddick’s hot scent hit his nose. *Did the big man off Zeke and the other guy? Um . . .What’s that guy’s name anyway?*

Xander wondered if he should be worried about his lack of feeling . . . Maybe his moral code needed a tune up? Maybe he should buy a new one?

The first thing Xander noticed was Riddick. The man was crouching over the hole like a big cat. His powerful form waiting, he was in no hurry to move and was not surprised to see Xander. After noticing the fiery body that he wanted to taste again, Xander noticed the lack of blood on the sweaty skin. Even a bad ass’d killer like Riddick got a bit of the red stuff on him. And all the blood seamed to be in the hole or on the man shivering at Xander’s feet.

Xander let his empathy spread over the area and winced. Icy cold chills slithered down Xander’s back. He could feel cold raw panic in its purest form coming from the bloody man that was currently hugging Xander’s leg. Xander let his fingers touch the man’s thinning hair forcing calm into him. Calm and sleep.

Meeting Riddick’s goggled eyes Xander relaxed some as his presents washed over him. The man’s calm a warm balm over Xander’s sympathetic mind. Xander looked in the pit at the remains of Zeke. “There is no way I am going to heal THAT!”

In the hole were the remains. A pair of boots still laced, most likely with the feet inside, and what looked like a chunk of liver and a rope of intestines. Oh and blood. Lots and lots of red dripping blood.

Riddick tipped his head to the side and smirked. He opened his mouth to say something when an object zipped pasted Xander’s ear and at Riddick. The big man moved but a second too late. The projectile lodged itself deep into the meat of his leg. Riddick grunted then stilled for just a moment. He then fell to the ground and started twitching. In his leg was a arrow like hook that was connected to a wire, it was sending electricity through his body.

Fifteen feet behind Xander was Johns. He was smirking and holding down a button on the fancy gun that was currently causing Riddick grief. Xander snarled silently to himself as the man walked toward Riddick like a big damn hero.

“What the FUCK!! STOP!” Xander hissed as he swiped at the gun with a clawed hand. Though he took longer then he would have liked getting to Johns what with a full grown man hanging onto his leg!

When the volts stopped coming Riddick tried to get up. Only to be clubbed in the face then kicked in the belly. Riddick snarled to himself. Of corse this was the only way Johnny-boy could get him. Using his toys.

Xander ground his teeth when first Johns then Shezza started beating on the pron Riddick. The man was already down! If they weren’t going to kill him why wail on him like a bunch of monkeys? After Shezza’s third ‘What have you done to HIM?’ cries and Fry’s inability to get Shezza off Riddick and under control, Xander stepped in. Well stepped in after he got the panicked weight off his leg and into Imam’s care. He grabbed Shezza non too nicely by the hair and tossed her back. She and Fry landed on the ground a few feet away in a cloud of dust. They sat on the ground stunned.

Xander looked Riddick over with a careful eye. The man was out. It looked like Shezza got a good hit in. Grabbing the line in his thigh Xander pulled it out and tossed the weapon over a dune. As Xander touched the big man he could feel his power gently soak into his skin, it felt right to use his gifts on Riddick.

“Hey! What the fuck did you do that for?!” Johns spit out as he glared at Xander.

Xander sniffed. “You can have some private time with your buzzer later, just help me get Riddick to the ship.”

As he hefted Riddick’s heavy and solid form up Xander met Fry angry blue eyes. *Great the bitch is going to yell at me again . . .*

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Fifteen minutes later . . .

Yep! Xander had a headache. A big one. One of those killer headaches between the eyes, the kind of headache that a man would kill to stop. He was currently standing in front of Fry getting talked down to like a servant or a dumb pet. Maybe both. Xander was pretty sure Fry had a verrrrry low opinion of Xander. Not that Xander thought she was much of anything either.

“I AM THE CAPTAIN! I GIVE THE ORDERS! I am the one that is keeping us safe! You aren’t! You and your stupidity got Zeke killed! You couldn’t TRACK Riddick earlier and now he’s KILLED someone!”

Xander sighed. She had been saying the same old thing over and over for the last five minutes. Xander had told her twice already that Riddick didn’t kill Zeke. Even the guy that is afraid of Xander nodded with what he said. But the others thought the man was crazy anyway. Ted kept muttering about demon moles and the evil on the planet coming for him. The man didn’t sound too reliable when he crossed himself every few minutes and wailed about teeth and no eyes coming for them.

Xander sent a glare toward the bloody man. Ted was just no help and a waste of Xander’s energy at the moment. After all god and angels had nothing to do with Zeke being dead as a door nail. Not that door nails were ever alive . . . Maybe demon door nails? Xander shook his head. He was drifting and it looked like Fry was taking a breather.

“- follow simple orders?!! How can you BE so STUPID! I’m the captain!!!! I say what-” Fry’s face was turning red. A lovely shade of red that reminded him of Buffy . . .

Finally Xander had enough. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

When Fry’s jaw snapped closed Xander wasn’t the only one that looked relived. She was about to start in again when Xander interrupted her. “I thought we were all going to have a nice adult meeting about our problems . . . not yell at Xander hour? Why don’t we ask Riddick about what happened?”

Xander regretted saying that as soon as it left his mouth. Fry’s red face became a shade or two darker and the others were opening there mouths to start yelling.

“We can’t trust that m-monster!” Squeaked Paris.

“He KILLED Zeke! I want him dead . . .”Shezza hissed as she narrowed her eyes at Xander.

“Yelling solves nothing my friends!!!” Imam waved his hands about trying to gain the others attention without leaving his charges side. After-all the new young child was very fearful. Loud noises and yelling made the poor mute child crumble into himself.

“Look! Riddick is chained up! He’s not going anywhere.” Johns said with a smirk on his face. Xander rolled his eyes as some of the others looked at the man with hero worship.

“Look, I’ll go talk to Riddick, after were done talking, if you’re all too scared. Look I have some stuff to tell you-”

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!! GET OUT OF HERE!” Fry’s eyes were crackling with blue lightening.

“Why do you get to be in change?” Xander asked softly as he tipped his head to the side, his voice was cold and his eyes were colder. Xander flexed his clawed hands and imagined Fry’s pale neck in them. He was about to yell at the loony bird when Oren started crying. Xander looked from the infant laying in the shield bed to the she-beast glaring at him and growled.

“We’ll talk more later . . . “ Xander said with as much venom as he could.

“That’s another thing . . .” Fry said sweetly. “I think the care of the baby should be shared by everyone. We wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed after-all.”

“But I am sharing responsibility. With me, myself, and I!” Xander gave her a cold smile that chilled the blond to her core. “It would take a whole lot more then you to take wants mine to protect.”

With that said he left the others to bicker among themselves, solving nothing and just causing more problems.

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With the fussy infant in his arms Xander walked deeper into the ship. If he couldn’t talk with the others maybe Riddick would like to chat. Xander walked calmly into the bowels of the ship, into the dark where Riddick sat quietly. The man’s haunting silver eyes burned holes into Xander as they followed him through the dark. Xander hopped up onto the rafter above Riddick’s head, a good hiding place from the others.

“What do ya want?” Riddick growled softly.

Xander raised a brow. “You sound kinda mad? Not at me, I hope.” Xander yawned then shrugged in a very cat-like manner.

The movement made Oren shift, he didn’t seam to like that much and wailed his displeasure. The loud sound made both warriors jump. A look of slight discomfort passed over Xander’s face as the small infant nuzzled his chest. Xander looked at Riddick then to the tiny child. *Sigh* With a ‘God why me?’ look on his face Xander opened his shirt, cradled the baby to his chest, and let the little eating machine latch onto his nipple. Oren started suckling loudly.

Riddick smirked. “I was wondering where you got his eats from . . . You’re a feline of many trick’s aren’t you, Pussycat?”

Xander blushed and glared. “All milithre can do this. It’s apart of what we are.”

“Hmm . . .” Was all Riddick said.

Silence. Comfortable and relaxing. They sat together for a time. Just the sound of the baby suckling, their breathing, and the soft voices outside the ship. They could barely hear the others, but Xander could make out some things. Xander couldn’t believe what he was hearing! *The others were voting! Voting on whether or not to leave Riddick on the planet! Complete silliness! That won’t get us off the planet!*

When Oren finished Xander relaxed onto the rafter. Xander dipped his tail down toward Riddick and let the hard tip brush over the big man’s face. Sliding the silky fur over Riddick’s brow Xander broke the silence. “Can you make out what they are saying?”

“Some.”

Letting the long black fur slid over the big man’s bald head almost making it look like a wig, Xander sighed. “What was it, the thing? What happened?”

Riddick grunted then blew some of the black hair out of his face. “Hungry animal.”

Xander scuffed. “Yeah, I met them. Do you know what they are? How to kill them?”

Riddick’s mouth twitched. The kitty was thinking a little like him. As the soft tail brushed over his cheek Riddick spoke while eyeing the furry appendage. “Didn’t like the light. Sensitive. No eyes and only two legs. Agile with a mouth full of claws and teeth. It bled when Zeke shot at it. It dies like anything else.” Riddick shrugged and looked Xander in the eye. “Where’d you see um?”

“I found a ship . . . Had to go through a cave to get it though. There were dozens of them.”

Riddick nodded. “How far?”

“What?”

“Your ship. Where is it?” Riddick shifted and seamed to relax into the wall, but Xander could see the tension in his body, could read it in his emotions.

“You don’t like how you feel about me do you?” Xander could feel the almost panic in Riddick’s emotions. He could feel the soft feelings Riddick was directing his way, he could also feel the wariness, anger, and fear for these rarely felt emotions. Riddick didn’t want Xander in danger but he didn’t like how attached he was becoming.

Riddick didn’t get a chance to speak because Fry came marching in. Good timing as usual.

Curling his tail around himself Xander hid in the shadows and watched Fry and Riddick talk.

“Where’s the body?” Fry asked from the far end of the room. Riddick just sat there in the shadow looking scary. Fry glared as she walked deeper into the ship, a little closer to Riddick. “Aren’t you going to tell me about the sounds? Look, you told Johns you heard something?”

Silence.

Fry huffed. “That’s fine! Don’t talk to me, that’s your choice!” She turned to leave. “But, just so you know, there’s a debate right now as to whether we should just leave you here to die.”
“You mean the whispers . . .” Riddick hissed from the dark.

Fry’s eyes widened and her breathing deepened. “What whispers?”

Riddick smirked. “The ones telling me to go for the sweet spot . . . just to the left of the spine. Fourth lumbar down. The abdominal aorta. It’s a metallic taste, human blood. Copper-ish. If you cut it with peppermint schnapps, that goes away--.”

“Trying to shock me with the truth, now?!!” Fry snapped. She looked uncomfortable as she stood in-front of Riddick.

Riddick curled his lip up. “All you people are so scared of me . . . Most days I’d take that as a compliment. But it’s not me you should be worrying about now.”

Xander felt his hackles rise as Fry stepped closer to a bound up Riddick. He could smell the heat scent all overt her. But what was worse for Xander was the interest he could feel coming from Riddick. Xander had to fight instinct, fight the urge to jump Fry and rip her throat out. To get rid of his competition.
“Show me your eyes, Riddick . . .” Fry demanded in a breathy voice.

Leering at the pretty blond before him Riddick’s smirk deepened. Riddick felt comforted by this little attraction he had for Fry. It was lust. Bam-Bang-Doom. A roll in the cargo of a ship. A fuck in an alley. A hard . . . Fast . . . Meaning-less . . . Pounding. Simple and clean and easy to get rid of. Riddick liked lust. He understood rutting, it was the sickeningly sweet stuff he was leery of. For a second his eyes traveled over his angry kitty, then they went back to Carolyn. “You’d have to come a lot closer for that.”

Fry bit her lip as she slowly moved forward. She was very wary, as she should be, but her curiosity and lust carried more sway. Unconsciously Fry slowly rubbed her small hands down her waist as she stepped closer. Each foot step she took toward Riddick made her heart beat louder and the heat inside her burn brighter.

“Closer.” Riddick hissed as her aroused scent hit him hard in the face. She was like a dog in heat. Riddick was still trying to decide if he wanted to do her or not. After-all his kitty looked kinda upset. He lo-liked the pussycat too much, he would need another taste of him soon.

Fry wiped moist hands on her pants and took one last step forward. Suddenly Riddick lunged forward, his unblinking cold silver eyes shining into hers. Burning into her soul and making her breath catch as she stumbled backwards. Riddick just smirked at her, all teeth and curled up lip, like a hungry panther eyeing a meal.

Even though he was pissed Xander had to choke back a snort of laughter at the look on the blondes face. Complete and utter fright! Funny, funny, funny!

“Where the hell can I get eyes like that?” Jack’s voice cutting into the moment surprised not only Fry but Xander too. He was too focused on sending Fry death glares.

The kid was hanging off the ladder and was looking at Riddick with awe and wonder. Xander groaned, he could see and feel the beginnings of a crush bloom in the kid. That’s all Xander needed. A little kiddy trying to get what is supposed to be Xander’s. But he had to admit the cute little scrapper had good taste.

“You got to kill a few people.” Said Riddick in a smoky voice.

Jack nodded like a bobble head. “Ok. I can do it! No problem!”

“Then you gotta get sent to a slam, one where they say you’ll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor and you pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs.” Riddick purred as his eyes shifted from Fry to Jack

Jack grinned brightly like the student in class with all the right answers. “So you can see who’s sneaking up on you in the dark?”
Riddick turned to face Jack smirking with more then a touch of evil gracing those tempting lips. “Exactly.”

Fry snapped out of her shocked/lustful daze only to have a look of anger replace it. “Leave!!!” She snapped out at Jack. “Go back to the others.”

Jack pouted but did as asked. Xander listened as the kid stomped away. She/he didn’t sound to happy about being left out.

Riddick snorted as he locked eyes with Fry. “Did I kill a few people?” Settling back down into his seat like a big cat, he leveled Fry with a bored glare. “Sure. *Pause* Did I kill Zeke?”

Xander had to roll his eyes. Of corse Riddick didn’t kill Zeke. Too messy.

Riddick shook his head and slowed his words like one would when talking to a really stupid child. “No. Got the wrong killer.”

Fry frowned.

Xander raised a brow. *Maybe Fry isn’t competition after-all . . .Frowning so much she’ll look forty before she’s thirty.*

“He’s not in the hole. We looked.”

"Look deeper.” Riddick sat back his body disappearing into the shadows. Xander watched Fry leave in a huff, angry and flush just like another Xander used to know.

Xander let his tail slip down toward Riddick, letting the damn thing caress his face. “That was quite the performance. Trying to make her shit herself?”

When the tail swiped over his mouth Riddick gently closed his teeth around it. Xander tensed then calmed when all Riddick did was tug it once then release it. “Better not do anything stupid, Pretty kitty. No trying to be their hero.”

Xander would have laughed but Riddick sounded so serious, all he did was node.

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Wrapping the blanket tightly around Oren Xander gently placed the sleeping child in the make-shift bed. Standing up Xander sighed. It was time to argue with Fry again.

“Where ya goin’?” Xander looked up and met Owens tired eyes.

Xander’s eyes brightened with happiness. “You’re finally up! How do you feel? Any pain? Speaking of pain do you know Fry is a pain in the ass! She’s whiny and a bitch too!” Xander check Greg’s forehead and was pleased that he sensed no ailments. Greg was as well as Xander could make him, anything else would be up to him.

Greg frowned.“ Watch your language Alea`Xand`r. Your father would be cross. *Sigh* I’m still a bit tired, is all. Where’d the baby come from? What’s the plan? How many people survived? Do we have any rations or a way to get off this rock?”

Xander smiled. This was the Greg from his memory. A man who did his best and pulled his weight under pressure. “You should sleep. The others found a village of some sort. It was abandoned. From what Imam told me it had been that way for a long time. Fry found a little shuttle . . .*smug smile* But I found a ship! Fry’s on a power trip so we might not be able to tell them till we get to the ghost town. Then again maybe I’ll just lead a conga line up the hill trail and not tell them I found a ship till were in space.”

Owens snorted then hit Xander in the arm. “Fry’s not THAT bad!”

Xander rolled his eyes. “Maybe not to you!” Xander slowly stood up like an old man, tired and bone weary.

“Looks like you’re the one that needs rest.” Greg’s blue eyes twinkled up at Xander.

“Shut up. I’m the doctor here!” Xander huffed. “Now take a nap and watch the baby.”

“You still never told me where he came from? You weren’t doing anything naughty while I was out, were you?!” Greg yelled at the retreating back. Xander blushed then snorted and flipped him the bird.

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