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Wolf (pt. 1)
Wolf
***Something for angelkitty.
fandom(s): Pitch Black/CoR, Btvs
warnings: attempted noncon, violence, OoC, gore, language, preslash, het, sexual situations, few OCs
timeline: approx. 14 years before PB, 19 yrs before CoR, approx. 1500-2000 yrs after Sunnydale's Fall
a/n: Xander has both original eyes. No One Who Sees inccident. Practically immortal because of Hellmouth energies (he's a Hellmouth baby--born-n-raised.), becoming a werewolf, and the Darth Willow episode. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He laid there, his eyes closed and his face in the dirt. He didn't struggle against the hands holding him down. He had fought them until they beat him bloody. He stayed silent. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing his cries.
"The little bitch thought he was tough and going to rule the block, eh, boys." The sound of a zipper being pulled open came from behind his prone and restrained body.
"Yeah, Boss!" Came from the two holding his arms and shoulders down on the dirty floor.
His pants had been ripped off. They hadn't bothered with taking off his boots. A dark chuckle came from behind him as rough calloused hands grabbed his ass to spread him open. His eyes snapped open, and he shut them tight as tears began to build up behind his eyelids. He was not going to cry. They weren't going to get his tears.
Flinching, he felt something that was hard and, at the same time, yielding touch just above his anus. Biting his tongue until it was bleeding, he choked back a sob. He felt it move down and bump against his clenched tight hole.
"Ah, you'll love this, bitc---Erk!!!"
Suddenly, the large body behind him was jerked away. Over the fear filled shouts of the ones holding him down, he heard the loud snapping of bones and sick wet sound of something meaty being pulled apart. Hot, steaming hot, heavy coppery smelling fluid splashed on his exposed ass and legs. The two holding him quickly released him to scramble away while whimpering in fear. The smell of urine and shit was very strong.
His eyes stayed closed as a muffled thud of a body hitting the dirty stone floor. One of the thugs shrieked as something was thrown through the air at them.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my territory, Clank and Tak." came a very dark rumble of a voice above the prone teenager, "I was so sure that either of you shits would have told Draven. Evidently not, because there he lies without his fuckin' head."
"W-we told 'im, Wolf! We swear we did!" cried either Clank or Tak.
"Bullshit!" snarled Wolf as he walked around the practically naked teen who still had his eyes closed.
"N-nononono, w-wait, Wolf!" Following that was the sound of one of the thugs choking on their own blood.There was a loud rumbling roar, snapping of bone, and the same sick wet sound of meat being pulled apart.
During all this, the teenager kept still and his eyes closed. He could picture what was happening just by listening. He stayed still and quiet until the sounds stopped. He didn't want to draw this "Wolf's" attention. The sixteen year old didn't want to chance the other man claiming him as a prize, and using him as the corpses had planned. He wasn't somebody's bitch; especially not someone who could take down three large men without giving them a chance to fight back.
"Filthy pieces of shit..." snarled a digusted Wolf, "I generously gave them two warnings. More than I've ever given anyone. Damn them stupid fools. And my fuckin' noblity. Now this is going to throw a fuckin' wrench in the system. A fuckin' void to be filled. Another bloodbath, another war to be top dog... Stupid Xander. Your fuckin' White Knight tendancies are showing again."
A low growl, and smack of a boot covered foot kicking a body echoed in the small cell. The teen flinched when the sound of footsteps came towards his bent over, practically naked body.
"Fuckin' hell, kid!" huffed an irritated Wolf/Xander, "Stop advertising, unless you do want someone to take what you're offering up. Get up, boy. You're coming with me. I didn't get blood just to let my good deed for the month go to waste when some fucker tries to make you into their new bitch. Now don't make me tell ya again, boy!"
Biting back a whimper, the teen slowly sat up onto his knees. His body ached and throbbed in pain. He could swear that he felt some of his bones grind against each other in his left arm. Even moving as slowly as he was, had pulled open some of the deep cuts on his torso and upper back. He let out a yelp of pain as he tried to force his legs to hold himself up.
"Fuckin' hell!" gasped Wolf/Xander, "They worked you over, boy."
"My name--arrah---isn't boy!" the teen groaned in agony, "My name is Riddick, Richard B. Riddick. Just fuckin' call me Riddick. None of this boy shit."
"Ballsy son of a bitch, aren't ya, boy." The man snorted in amusement as he grabbed the teen underneath the armpits and lifted the smartass to his feet.
Riddick pretended to ignore the large man, as surveyed the damage the other caused. Wolf had literally ripped apart the two thugs. Blood and body parts were scattered across the cell. Riddick felt a little sick and had to turn away when he spotted Draven's head with the spine cord attached to it. He turned around to look at the headless corpse of the man who had attempted to rape him. Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding, he felt the tension flow out his body. The fucker was dead, and there was no coming back from that.
"Let's go." sighed Wolf/Xander, "Time to leave before the guards come sniffin' around."
With a single hand, Xander nudged Riddick out of the cell. He stayed behind the practically nude boy. His chocolate brown eyes stayed on the back of the boy's short-shaven head. When they were outside, Xander stopped the boy with a hand on the shoulder. The gathering before the cell wasn't a welcomed sight but it was a necessary evil.
A snarl on his face, he jerked the boy back against his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the boy's cock and balls. "This belongs to me!" he rumbled, a dark leer on his face as he gave the shocked boy a harsh squeeze before letting go. He spun the frozen boy around to show the boy's ass. Grabbing a handful, he made a show of fondling the teen. "Don't fuckin touch what is mine! Or you'll end up like Draven and his thugs."
With that warning, Xander threw the boy across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He left, heading to his cellblock. He knew within the hour his declaration and claiming of the boy was going to spread. The boy was off limits.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a/n:continue on to the next chapter. Had to split up the chapter again.
***Something for angelkitty.
fandom(s): Pitch Black/CoR, Btvs
warnings: attempted noncon, violence, OoC, gore, language, preslash, het, sexual situations, few OCs
timeline: approx. 14 years before PB, 19 yrs before CoR, approx. 1500-2000 yrs after Sunnydale's Fall
a/n: Xander has both original eyes. No One Who Sees inccident. Practically immortal because of Hellmouth energies (he's a Hellmouth baby--born-n-raised.), becoming a werewolf, and the Darth Willow episode. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He laid there, his eyes closed and his face in the dirt. He didn't struggle against the hands holding him down. He had fought them until they beat him bloody. He stayed silent. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing his cries.
"The little bitch thought he was tough and going to rule the block, eh, boys." The sound of a zipper being pulled open came from behind his prone and restrained body.
"Yeah, Boss!" Came from the two holding his arms and shoulders down on the dirty floor.
His pants had been ripped off. They hadn't bothered with taking off his boots. A dark chuckle came from behind him as rough calloused hands grabbed his ass to spread him open. His eyes snapped open, and he shut them tight as tears began to build up behind his eyelids. He was not going to cry. They weren't going to get his tears.
Flinching, he felt something that was hard and, at the same time, yielding touch just above his anus. Biting his tongue until it was bleeding, he choked back a sob. He felt it move down and bump against his clenched tight hole.
"Ah, you'll love this, bitc---Erk!!!"
Suddenly, the large body behind him was jerked away. Over the fear filled shouts of the ones holding him down, he heard the loud snapping of bones and sick wet sound of something meaty being pulled apart. Hot, steaming hot, heavy coppery smelling fluid splashed on his exposed ass and legs. The two holding him quickly released him to scramble away while whimpering in fear. The smell of urine and shit was very strong.
His eyes stayed closed as a muffled thud of a body hitting the dirty stone floor. One of the thugs shrieked as something was thrown through the air at them.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my territory, Clank and Tak." came a very dark rumble of a voice above the prone teenager, "I was so sure that either of you shits would have told Draven. Evidently not, because there he lies without his fuckin' head."
"W-we told 'im, Wolf! We swear we did!" cried either Clank or Tak.
"Bullshit!" snarled Wolf as he walked around the practically naked teen who still had his eyes closed.
"N-nononono, w-wait, Wolf!" Following that was the sound of one of the thugs choking on their own blood.There was a loud rumbling roar, snapping of bone, and the same sick wet sound of meat being pulled apart.
During all this, the teenager kept still and his eyes closed. He could picture what was happening just by listening. He stayed still and quiet until the sounds stopped. He didn't want to draw this "Wolf's" attention. The sixteen year old didn't want to chance the other man claiming him as a prize, and using him as the corpses had planned. He wasn't somebody's bitch; especially not someone who could take down three large men without giving them a chance to fight back.
"Filthy pieces of shit..." snarled a digusted Wolf, "I generously gave them two warnings. More than I've ever given anyone. Damn them stupid fools. And my fuckin' noblity. Now this is going to throw a fuckin' wrench in the system. A fuckin' void to be filled. Another bloodbath, another war to be top dog... Stupid Xander. Your fuckin' White Knight tendancies are showing again."
A low growl, and smack of a boot covered foot kicking a body echoed in the small cell. The teen flinched when the sound of footsteps came towards his bent over, practically naked body.
"Fuckin' hell, kid!" huffed an irritated Wolf/Xander, "Stop advertising, unless you do want someone to take what you're offering up. Get up, boy. You're coming with me. I didn't get blood just to let my good deed for the month go to waste when some fucker tries to make you into their new bitch. Now don't make me tell ya again, boy!"
Biting back a whimper, the teen slowly sat up onto his knees. His body ached and throbbed in pain. He could swear that he felt some of his bones grind against each other in his left arm. Even moving as slowly as he was, had pulled open some of the deep cuts on his torso and upper back. He let out a yelp of pain as he tried to force his legs to hold himself up.
"Fuckin' hell!" gasped Wolf/Xander, "They worked you over, boy."
"My name--arrah---isn't boy!" the teen groaned in agony, "My name is Riddick, Richard B. Riddick. Just fuckin' call me Riddick. None of this boy shit."
"Ballsy son of a bitch, aren't ya, boy." The man snorted in amusement as he grabbed the teen underneath the armpits and lifted the smartass to his feet.
Riddick pretended to ignore the large man, as surveyed the damage the other caused. Wolf had literally ripped apart the two thugs. Blood and body parts were scattered across the cell. Riddick felt a little sick and had to turn away when he spotted Draven's head with the spine cord attached to it. He turned around to look at the headless corpse of the man who had attempted to rape him. Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding, he felt the tension flow out his body. The fucker was dead, and there was no coming back from that.
"Let's go." sighed Wolf/Xander, "Time to leave before the guards come sniffin' around."
With a single hand, Xander nudged Riddick out of the cell. He stayed behind the practically nude boy. His chocolate brown eyes stayed on the back of the boy's short-shaven head. When they were outside, Xander stopped the boy with a hand on the shoulder. The gathering before the cell wasn't a welcomed sight but it was a necessary evil.
A snarl on his face, he jerked the boy back against his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the boy's cock and balls. "This belongs to me!" he rumbled, a dark leer on his face as he gave the shocked boy a harsh squeeze before letting go. He spun the frozen boy around to show the boy's ass. Grabbing a handful, he made a show of fondling the teen. "Don't fuckin touch what is mine! Or you'll end up like Draven and his thugs."
With that warning, Xander threw the boy across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He left, heading to his cellblock. He knew within the hour his declaration and claiming of the boy was going to spread. The boy was off limits.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a/n:continue on to the next chapter. Had to split up the chapter again.