Title: Addicted - part of Chose Addiction universe
Author: Blackbirch
Rating: NC-17; male/male slash - although the explicitness of sex varies
Fandom: Riddick placed in an AU (=Alternate Universe, not Pitch Black canon) world - probably before PB. Eitherway the movies events are never mentioned.
Pairing: Riddick/OMC (=Original Male Character)
Warnings: This is male on male slash with D/s (Dominance/submission) theme and dubious consent.
Wordcount: 16329
Feedback: Yes please. Any kind you can give me. This is a fic I write when I can, occasionally at lunchbreaks so this is NOT beta’d. Anyone want to beta it? E-mail me
Archiving: No. I repeat - no.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright of their originators. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Story Notes:
Guilty pleasure fic that I started writing thanks to encouragement from missmorwen.
Originally written 2005-12-09
Summary: Walking around the place, making sure he knew the layout, he realized that the place was one big funhouse. Besides the rooms to rent at the top floors there was the bar and restaurant and on one of the lower floors he could smell and hear what was going on even before he entered the doors. Show fights, except with young boys in a cage than dogs or poultry. A bar on the side and booths in the back where you could enjoy a meal while watching them beat the crap out of each other.
Someone just had himself a lucky day.
It smelled like sweat, fear and blood in there and Riddick felt just at home.
He was tired of playing little boy lost, but too fucking bad cause that was what he was. This town ate its visitors alive if you weren’t strong enough to fight … or find someone that would protect you.
That last part wasn’t really so difficult. What could be a problem was how much you’d let yourself pay. Reese shuddered at the thought, he’d had offers all right. Looking so young as he did, practically shiny new, and that mop of unruly black hair that definitely didn’t help him look any older. Oh no, no problems in that department. He had more trouble with trying not to get a cock shoved down his throat every time he looked for a job or a place to crash just cause most fat fuckers wanted favors. Do this for me and I might just hire you.
He wasn’t stupid, naive maybe, but not stupid. He’d heard all the stories of what happened to you when you ran away. Why you shouldn’t do it because no matter how bad you thought you had it - you often ended up in worse shit than before. Still he couldn’t go home, his money lasted enough for a one way trip and the only ones he knew so far in this godawful place were boys just like him. Except not really. Cause they may look young, but they really weren’t anymore. Their eyes were cold and hard, and told him off the first day to not expect any free rides. I don’t have anything to give to dumb fuckers that come out here and think they’ve found freedom. Does this place look like it’d give a damn about you kid?
It was strange having a guy your own age calling you kid - like he was a ten-year-old. But if nothing else the city makes you learn fast. Reese was just about as experienced as a ten-year-old when it came to finding safe places to sleep and where to get the occasional free meal in a new scary town. Hoping to trust people who offered.
But the other runaway boys gave him one lesson free of charge. The most important lesson he wouldn’t have to learn the hard way; to not trust anyone to get close to your money no matter how worn out you are or how much help they offer.
So far he’d faired pretty good for an offplanet kid who knew more about dirt and plants and how easily starvation came to visit when there were no rains. About how the mines ended up being people’s only choice to bring food on the table, and how easy it could kill you. Cause the crappy equipment never improved - the bosses minded more about money than its workforce. There was always more meat for the grinder. Facing a life in total darkness till you were smashed between rocks or coughed up your lungs, Reese had hoped the city would have more to give.
Maybe not. But at least he got to see the sun this way.
The boys all hanged around the square statue, sitting on the stonesteps leading up to that ugly thing that was suppose to symbolize an old war won. Everyone out here knew what the boys on the steps offered as long as you could pay for it. If you tried to get a taste for free they were like a pack of rabid dogs, protecting their own. Reese felt safe there, at least when he was awake. They all slept in this rundown building nearby, cuddled up in puppypiles to savor the warmth when the nights got cold. Paying off the drug runners for protection didn’t always mean safety, but it took care of the worst of their problems. Out here on the steps they had their own kind of freedom, no pimps and no one to serve but their own apart from the protection payments.
But there were other places to go to if you still looked fresh enough and if you were willing to crawl to make a buck. They tested you to make sure you were clean before you were allowed in - all you had to do was sell your soul and body for two years to work off the money they put out to keep you pretty and usable.
Once in there you worked the floor, you were always available for the house and you only said what was asked of you.
So maybe Reese had never imagined he’d be sucking dicks for a free meal when he was 17, nor that he’d still be around for another two-year-tour to fight in a cage so people with money had something to watch and make bets over.
But that was where he was and still, he thought this was better than the mines. At least that’s what he told himself, he got to see the sun, he didn’t go hungry and so what if every part of his body felt bruised from time to time. It got you cash. That’s at least what he told himself on those nights when he couldn’t sleep and he wondered about the people he’d left back home.
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Darkness is good, it saves your eyes from the stinging sun that feels like it’s about to burn a hole in your retinas and it’s easier to hide in shadows. But it also makes it so much harder to find a place to hide out in. Not many places welcomes you after nightfall, and especially not when the entire population goes into hiding the minute the town square’s big bell strikes. Well, at least the decent part of the population. What’s left walking on the streets are his kind, the dangerous kind… therefore finding a door that’s not bolted shut is a goddamn needle in a haystack.Riddick could break down one of those doors, but then again - the whole plan was to hide and not make any waves. Hostages are always a bad plan and they make a mess out of things.
No, he was tired and hungry and in no mood to try and listen to someone’s screeching hysteria which would definitely accompany a breaking and entering. Unless you’d have the luck to find a door that held people who were as shy of the law as he was, then there’d be no noise - just a lot of bodies. Bodies that could be blamed on other things.
But with the way his luck had turned out lately, he wasn’t gonna chance it. This city had too much firepower and was used to dealing with the worst kind of scum. He wasn’t looking to get caught again, or make a big bloody stand and get killed - just wanted something to eat and a place to get some shuteye. How fucking hard was it gonna be?
He ended up going to one of the clubs, one of those where most customers had a bad rep and no one gave a damn. It’s easy to hide in one of those. It had low lighting, in the corners probably low-key enough that he could remove his goggles if he wanted to. He rarely did, too vulnerable with them off. Someone hit that light-switch and he was shit outta luck. Walking around the place, making sure he knew the layout, he realized that the place was one big funhouse. Besides the rooms to rent at the top floors there was the bar and restaurant and on one of the lower floors he could smell and hear what was going on even before he entered the doors. Show fights, except with young boys in a cage than dogs or poultry. A bar on the side and booths in the back where you could enjoy a meal while watching them beat the crap out of each other.
Someone just had himself a lucky day.
It smelled like sweat, fear and blood in there and Riddick felt just at home.
He grabbed a waiter or whatever the hell the boy in the jacket was and made sure he got his own booth and a greasy dinner with cold beers. There he could sprawl out, relax and have a cold one while watching a new fight start. There were bets hollered across the floor, but for now he wasn’t interested. Not in money anyway.
They were young, their bodies still in that gangly state where only their faces still held some of that babyfat that had been beaten out of their bodies. But this place weren’t about the fights so much as the show. He could tell. Oh, they had stamina and swung pretty well. But it wasn’t the economized swings of someone who knew to keep his strength and not flail around and waste energy. They didn’t go for the cheapshots to hurt the most in shortest time. No, these boys fought cause they looked good in bruises and sweat.
And pretty they were. Someone had matched them together like dark versus light - different sides of the same coin. The black-haired one with hair standing up in sweaty tufts, bruises forming on his torso and a shade of blood on his lip. Riddick wanted to taste that, push his fingers into the bruises and see if he would get those helpless sounds, those that made him push harder and take what he wanted. Oh, he would definitely have to stop by one of the middle floors, he had no plans to use his own hand tonight, not when there was young flesh available to buy.
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Reese could feel the bruises on his torso with every move he made, but it wasn’t so bad. He was still too jacked up on adrenaline after the fight, and horny. It didn’t matter how tired his body was - his cock didn’t give a damn. He would stay hard and uncomfortable till he got off, and the Miss Palmer and her five sisters didn’t help one bit.Reese should be enjoying this, it made it easier to find a mark. They like it when you’re hard, they like to imagine you’re hard for them. Their sweaty hands and clumsy moves, rushed and quick. A race who gets off first.
He could go to Sam, they worked well off of each other in the cage. Blonde and black; they gave good shows and were therefore often teamed up together. But Sam … was just Sam, Reese couldn’t help but only see a friend doing you a favor and right now he needed more. Reese needed to be wanted, just for himself. Someone to just grab a hold and make him enjoy the ride, to whisper dirty things in his ear and ask if Reese liked their dicks.
Just as soon as Reese entered the room he knew he’d found what he was looking for. In here he could choose his johns. Choose how he wanted it, find a target to fit his mood. Reese wanted to someone who could take him down right. So he could relax and loose control for a few hours - submissive but not crawling on his belly.
Yet.
Reese bet this man in the corner booth could make him crawl though. He had this really powerful build to him that said strong, but it wasn’t the physicality that made Reese peg him as utter dominant. No it was more to it. The calculated look he had as his shaded eyes roamed the room, the way people bent their backs over to try and please him. The air around him seemed to vibrate with coiled energy. No one touched him.
Reese wanted to touch. Wanted to feel that energy around him, making him beg and plead. When one of their own boys walked up to the stranger Reese arched his neck to stare into the shadows. Leaning against the wall he tried to see more than shapes moving in the dark. The stranger had the boy kneeling on the floor in front of him in seconds. Reese couldn’t see what went on, but it was easy to imagine and the thoughts made heat curl inside his belly, his dick tight against the button fly. This was an open room, where guests could do what they wanted as long as it was consensual and no one spoke of it outside the room. No one looked unless asked, but Reese couldn’t stop himself. Even though he knew you could be punished for it if someone took offense. And not punished in a fun way. It could get you kicked out for misbehaving.
But he couldn’t stop. He imagined those large hands wrapped into the soft brown locks of that boy, and he wasn’t sure if he imagined hearing a groan or if it was himself as he saw the stranger slouch deeper into the couch and the boy almost crawling into his lap.
Reese hadn’t even realized he had touched himself, that he was palming his erection through the coarse fabric of his pants. Not until he came in his pants, wet and warm against his hand the same moment he saw the stranger arch under the boy’s touch. As the boy was pushed off his lap to lie on the floor Reese was panting, slowly walking back to get to bathroom to clean up. He couldn’t walk up to the stranger now, that’d be poaching on someone else’s territory. But Reese wished with every fiber in his body that the man would come back the next day.
He didn’t.
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What Reese didn’t know was that Riddick had gotten a deal to safeguard some business of one of the city’s hotshots. Illegal business of course that needed someone to scare the crap out of people trying to poke their noses where they weren’t wanted. It paid well. Even better was that Riddick got a chance to stay in the same place for a few months. T’was a nice change. He came here occasionally, it was an okay planet far in the outer rims. Far enough that mercs and company soldiers were scarce. The nightlife when he wasn’t working was also on the list of positive things this little rock offered. He hadn’t had a boy in a while. His tastes usually ran with his living arrangements. Women when he was on the outside and men when inside the various slams. But it was rare you got a chance to play inside the prisons. If you weren’t locked down tighter than a virgin with a chastity belt, it was quick blowjobs just to get the itch out of the way and get some sleep. Fucking was something you rarely had time for.
Riddick had definitely enjoyed the Decadence and planned to come back to the club when he had time. It catered to his desires, even though he hadn’t had a chance to take his time to play with someone for real yet. But he’d seen the playrooms, enjoyed the fights and he liked the taste of blood even if he wasn’t the cause of it.
That boy had sucked like a hoover, and there were so many others to play with.
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There were several of the pack of working sluts at Decadence who had their eyes on Riddick. But no one really knew anything about him, he never gave them a name and his visits were infrequent. Sometimes he didn’t show up for months, sometimes several days a week. That usually had one or two of them preening from the given attention. Reese was tired at all their yapping, fighting like bitches in heat over the interesting visitors. So he usually stayed in a corner by himself, letting the dicks approach him. He didn’t go hunting the floors for them anymore, just looking for the stranger. No one else seemed … interesting enough. A bunch of suits that didn’t tire of the power games at work and wanted more, the occasional bruiser that couldn’t quite admit he wanted dick - those could be potentially dangerous. Once in a lucky time one of those men that just seemed born dominant. They had the power without needing to swing it around, comfortable in their own skin, cocky and they knew how fucking sexy they were. A look and they could have someone wrapped around their finger, begging to do them as you please.
Reese wanted that. Someone who he could leave everything to, bend him after their will, their wishes, taken care of and cherished as he pleased and begged so prettily. To leave the reigns in someone else’s hands so you could just roll over on your belly and not worry about a thing.
Now this man - this stranger, this God, was all that Reese wanted. But how the fuck get it? He didn’t want to be another number in the club. Another throat to stick your dick in.
That night he was back against the wall, watching the room as he usually did, hoping, wishing, thinking he was fucking daydreaming when the stranger did show up. Now as Reese was the one hidden in the shadows he had the chance to really look at him. Shaved head, not blank but with a black fuzz that he itched to feel if it was as velvety soft as it looked like. Wide shouldered, black wraparound glasses, black clothing. He was muscled, a big guy, but he moved like a big cat. Predator. Dangerous. Dominant in every sense of the word. He could feel his body responding to what his eyes saw, to what his mind wished and damn well ached for. His body flush up against the wall, slick heat against his back, imagining it’s a hard muscled body he’s pressing up against and he can’t stop the groan from slipping through his sudden dry lips.
No touching of himself.
Not tonight.
Reese’s gonna parade his hard cock in the room, make the stranger see what he does to him. But right now it feels impossible to manage that, every thought, every twist of his body making everything so fucking sensitized.
The lust threatening to swallow him up gave him an edge to dare, to try his luck. So Reese stared at the stranger, followed him with hungry eyes till he saw him sit down at the same table as before. Alpha sprawl on the booth’s black leathered seat - relaxed, cocky sure of himself as he sipped his drinks and took in the room. Reese stepped out into the glittering lights of the club, out of his hiding place and honed in on the stranger. Locked his green eyes on him, walked closer and watched as the other man’s head slowly turned towards him. Lazily watching Reese as he sauntered towards him, his head downcast a bit but his eyes still fastened on the stranger. Edging close to overstepping his place, but right now he took a chance. He wanted to be noticed. Anyway possible.
When he reached the edge of the stagelike part where the tables were, Reese stopped. Hands behind his back, head still bowed but eyes not properly downcast, hoping for a reaction. Any reaction to tell him if he dared to continue.
The man didn’t say anything, just watched, long enough for Reese to feel the itch to flinch away from the gaze behind dark shades. But he was rewarded for his patience as the man spread his legs wider and made a gesture towards his lap.
Now was where he either choose to obey, or try to get his attention and stand out in the crowd.
Reese dropped on his knees, but lifted his eyes to stare challengly at him. “Make me.” He shivered as he spoke the words. Was this where he had fucked up? Had he just blown his chance of getting his hands on that caramel skin?
Reese didn’t know what to expect, the belly laughter he got was nowhere on his list of guesses. It was deep and loud and it fooled him into relaxing, when a snake quick hand fisted in his hair and stretched his neck to the side, exposing him, forcing submission.
The stranger’s lips curled into a sneer, and his voice washed over Reese like he was dragged over velvet covered rocks. Smooth and hard at the same time. “Make you?”
His neck was painfully twisted, but it was a good pain. Reese breathed deep, taking in the scent of him, enjoying the nerve ends complaints, mixing into a heady joy of being rewarded for his stunt. The man smelled nothing of cologne, it was instead something fresh, dark and spicy about it. It made him want to taste him even more.
“Don’t you know that a good master never has to call his dogs? They come by themselves.” His other hand came up to trace the contours of Reese’s face and Reese’s eyes fell close as he took in the sensation of finally being touched. A little moan of pleasure escaped and suddenly the hand in his hair gripped his throat and squeezed.
“You want to be a good little doggie, now don’t you?” The voice had slipped into a dangerous purring soothing and it sent shivers down Reese’s spine, and his cock hardened even more. He couldn’t help but clamp his legs together, give his thighs something as they trembled for a touch. That little move hadn’t slipped by unnoticed.
“Yessss. You do.”
With a quick toss Reese suddenly found himself flung backwards on the floor. He just lay there, panting heavily, didn’t dare to move just yet. So many of his buttons had just been pushed.
“Wanna crawl back here boy? Show me how sorry you are?”
Reese didn’t quite trust his voice yet so he only nodded. Carefully. Wasn’t sure if he was allowed to move.
“Speak up.”
“Yess. Please. Let me.” Reese voice was shaking with anticipation.
Suddenly there was a wicked smile on the man’s face. “Come on then. Crawl.”
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Still to this day Reese got flushed and hard with that memory. The first time he heard that voice command him, he was about to explode. It was perfect. Dark, deep and wicked. Just the way he liked things.He could still feel the way his neck tingled from being stretched like that, his hair sensitive to every little breath of air after being tugged on so hard. Warm fingers around his neck, leaving bruises he was so pleased to see in the mirror the next morning. He’d been marked, something to remember… something he could touch, press and with the burn of the dark finger shaped blossoms he’d have it all fresh again inside his head.
“Come on then. Crawl.”
It was as if nothing but desire existed. There were no clumsiness, just grace and restrained need as he crawled onto hands and knees to kneel between his master’s legs. The entitlement was already nestled into his mind. Master. Tormentor. Ecstasy. Hunger.
He sat up and there was a brief hesitation as he put his hands on the man’s strong thighs. There were no rules given. Yet. He hoped to have them, to push against, see how far he dared to go. Punished wickedness.
Let his hands slide over muscles, knead and get a feel. Slow movement as Reese tried to get a grip on himself. Trembling with excitement, with want and fear whether he’d do a good enough job. There was so much at stake in this. Pet, slave, offering … anyway the man would take him.
Bend me, break me, sinner, sadist - give me all of it. Whip the flesh, mark it, take it, make it yours. Own me.
Reese wanted to plunder, to take… like a thief. But instead he savored the feel of those strong thighs. The tension in them - knowing he created that. Sliding his hands forward he breathed over the bulge in the man’s pants and was rewarded with a little jump of tense muscles beneath his hands. He slid his hot cheek over the heavy black fabric, and felt the warmth of the skin, so close. Reese slid the final centimeters and grasped the zipper. With a wicked smile he again went past protocol and looked up, cocky and filled with desire. Staging an image he hoped the man would remember, and want again. Reese’s pink tongue peaking between his lips as he let the zipper open and show its secrets. He stuck his hand inside the folds of fabric. Commando surprise. The heat in his hand was burning, with a heaviness that made him almost salivate at the thought of closing his lips around it. It made him forget his place. He licked his lips and the teasing on his face came unbidden.
Once again those strong slim fingers dug into his scalp, “You trying to top me from the bottom, whore?” Reese immediately lowered his eyes. He didn’t mean… he just wanted to see his face.
“You want this?” The man bucked his hips and the cock slick on Reese’s lips as it was pushed in his face. His tongue was out tasting it before Reese brain caught up.
“Pleeassse.” Reese’s voice lowered to a needy whine and he licked again, wrenching a gasp from his master. He took it as permission and licked again, deeper this time. The vibrating groan through the body above him was all the incentive Reese needed and he stroked a wide stretch from root to top with his wet tongue. Tasting, feeling that silken skin on his tongue.
The stranger tasted salty, musky, masculine… more than Reese’s imagination could come up with. The real thing so much better. Letting his tongue swirl around, covering the cock in wet stripes, slowly. The hand in Reese’s hair loosened with his kittylicks, but it didn’t move, just fisted and held on. The groans and deeps shuddering breaths were music to his ears. Giving Reese knowledge of what tune to play. A swirl around the head gave him a breathy gasp, the nibbling on the vein a deep-rooted groan, but tonguing the slit got him an “oh, fuck.”
Reese held onto the strong hips as they bucked upwards, asking for more, not pushing him down, not choking him. Making Reese give even more. He was allowed to give, and with that sweet realization he swallowed down. Holding the base with his hand, feeling the heat and pulse under his fingers, the coarse hairs tickling his nose as he slid up and down and the heavy scent of man and precome. Reese hummed in pleasure, subtle vibrations around the thick shaft. It gave the reaction he sought out and he was ready for the cock suddenly pushing down his throat, thigh trembling beneath his hand.
He let his hand stray, kneading, holding. A slight squeeze? Oh yeah. The fist in his hair tightened and then uncurled, sliding down to his neck. Encouraging him with caresses on soft sensitive skin by callused hands. With a gasp he let the cock slip out between reddened lips, curling into the touch, mewling softly.
Panting Reese looked up and saw two deep pools of liquid silver look at him, burning him with their stare. He grabbed the shaft again, rougher this time and slowly lowered his head, their eyes never breaking contact. The only sounds mattering were their heavy breathing, the wet sounds of tongue and lips on skin and moans of pleasure. Blowing air added another groan to Reese’s eager senses, before he dipped down to the root again. Up and down swallowing him in - Reese felt his throat getting sore, his jaws tired but he couldn’t care less. He only went up for air before he sucked that magnificent cock down again. Inside him. Warm, wet and friction, up and down. This time adding a hint of teeth, his tongue flat against the pulsating vain underneath.
“Oh you fucking evil, wonderful boy.” The voice, sounding like it came uprooted from deep within, falling over him like a tidal wave. Heavy as the hand that suddenly locked around his wrist. Another jewelry in bruises.
Reese swallowed hard, holding the man’s thighs in a bruising grip as he tried to get control over himself. Tears in his eyes, the need for air. The hand still firm around Reese’s neck, the sounds of his stranger, the other hand grasping Reese’s arm… And looking into those eyes, those quicksilver devil eyes watching him, taking him in as Reese is swallowing him down.
Reese’s trembling so hard to control himself. So close that when the hips buck against him, stealing air, feeling the balls tighten in his hand as he gently squeezes them, the taste, the feel of him … Reese comes. Just before He does.
But it’s okay, because he still manages to drink him down. Still manages to lick him clean, and kneel back without slumping on the ground in a dizzy haze of afterglow.
Reese has done well. It could be the hand that holds his neck, the black eyes, and the thumb sliding over worried lips, that tells him that… But instead there are words he didn’t dare to imagine, whispered against damp skin, “Think I’m gonna keep you around kid.”
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“Think I’m gonna keep you around kid.”Of course that didn’t really exist in the real world outside the afterglow. The man had stood up and looked at Reese, still kneeling on the floor trying not to fall over in complete and utter satiated exhaustion. Leaned over and grabbed Reese by the neck, drilled those black eyes into him, “We’ll play again soon.”
And just left.
It took Reese a while to get up from the floor, and by the time he did whatever little afterglow he’d scrounged out from those minutes before was gone. Making him feel worse than he had in a long while. Because it felt like it hadn’t been on equal terms.
Not in the sexual way cause Reese enjoyed being dominated. But in the state-of-mind way. As in Reese definitely played to a different tune than this man. A loony tune cause Reese wasn’t dumber than he realized that he was up shit creek just thinking like this. Reese wanted this man. He was more than a trick, more than a stranger satisfying a kink. And that was where Reese were the truly crawling-on-his-belly kind of fool. Cause looking for want and affection in this house was hopeless and just plain stupid. You checked your dreams at the door the minute you entered the city.
But he kept hoping. And the man came back, often enough that it turned into a habit. Reese started waiting for him, turning down other offers just so he wouldn’t happen to be busy with someone else if he came by. He’d gotten more than a stern talking to from the bossman upstairs, and in explicit detail been told what happens with sluts who don’t work. But somewhere existed the thought of what would happen if Reese were ‘caught’ so to speak with another trick. Would He be jealous? Reese knew he was torturing himself even thinking these thoughts, cause it would be so much worse if the man didn’t care at all. If he’d just wait until the first john finished and then use Reese just like he was nothing more than a toy. A simple plaything.
Which was exactly what Reese was. And yeah, Reese whored… but not when it came to Him. Reese didn’t want to be just a hole for him to spend in.
Instead Reese treasured the happy moments when he found him waiting for him, that body casually leaning against a wall, looking for all at Reese like he owned him. Which he does, a little voice whispered in Reese’s mind before he managed to squash it. He didn’t want to think about it, kept thoughts only to make him stumble when he tried so hard not be too clingy. But the grin and the want in his eyes, Reese never could hide those. And he hoped the man wouldn’t tire of him soon.
He jumped down from the cage, all the bruises and aches instantly forgotten at the man’s smirk as Reese tried to stay cool. The stranger (not anymore) read him too damn easy, it was unnerving was what it was. Reese didn’t even get a word out before he had fists buried in his hair, twisting his mouth to the other man’s satisfaction so he could devour him. Deep strokes over his palate, twisting around his tongue that still bled from where he’d accidentally bit it when his opponent had gotten in a good one on his jaw.
Still gasping for air from the forceful kiss, Reese was shifted around and slammed into the wall with his stranger’s body pressing against him tight, so tight. Suddenly the need for air didn’t feel so urgent, not with that warm hard body covering every inch of him. The gravelly surface of the wall scraping his bared back, but it didn’t matter, not when Reese could feel the wet tongue teasing and licking, teeth at the shell of his ear, nibbling at that soft spot just below that causes a full body shiver. A sharp bite just where the neck meets the shoulder which is such a surprise pain amongst all the pleasure that Reese arches closer at first, just to draw back and look at the man breaking him into itty bitty pieces.
“Sharp teeth you bastard.”
But his stranger just licks his lips as he looks at him, looking for all things like a hungry wolf. “You taste so damn good.”
“I’m bloodied and bruised and sweaty.”
The grin he gets in response is nothing but a big show of teeth, “Just the way I like it.”
If Reese hadn’t gotten pressed tighter against the wall, his cock aching for the teasing friction it got from the slow movement of the other man’s hips, he might’ve listened to his inner voice saying loudly how wrong that sounded. What it implied and how much a predator the stranger looked like. Smoke signals that were lost in the whirlwind of lust, making Reese only care about the sensations his body needed more of.
Maybe he really should have paid attention to the fact that he still didn’t know the man’s name, or that he hadn’t bothered asking for Reese’s.
But hot hands were pressing him down, his nose in the other man’s crotch and Reese was allowed to mouth the fabric for a while. Play with teeth and nip and mouth it till it was wet and tight, the heat of naked skin pressed from the other side of the fabric. Reese’s teeth aching with the metal of dragging the zipper down, but it was only a sidenote to the sensation of finally swallowing him down. Reese could feel his body protesting, aching for air and tears pressing behind closed eyelids. But he didn’t care, cause His dick was stretching Reese’s throat, taste filling his mouth and his mind and Reese never wanted to move. Just staying like this.
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Maybe Reese really should have paid attention to the fact that he still didn’t know the man’s name, or that he hadn’t bothered asking for Reese’s. But when he had Reese up against the wall like this, nuzzling his neck and asked, with that growl that always seemed to be layered in his voice, for a bed - or any kind of privacy cause he was going to lay Reese flat and fuck him senseless - Reese didn’t pay attention to anything but his own dick.Yeah, Reese’s brain wasn’t even in the vicinity of the rest of his body. His body was flailing from all the signals, pumped up with adrenaline after the fight, high on the seducing touches and his own raging hard-on. His mouth still tasted like the man’s skin, the man’s spend but this time Reese hadn’t been allowed his own release. Reese wanted closer, to not have to want but actually get, to climb so deep into Him he’d be sated and lost. All Reese could see behind quivering eyelids was that man pound into him. Not a thought on possible dangers of being in closed quarters with this man who licked bruises and cuts like they were sugar syrup on Reese’s skin.
“I’m gonna make you beg for me boy, drive into you so deep you’ll taste me. Feel me fill you up. And nowhere to run, but closer, deeper, harder.”
That voice still in Reese’s ear like silken ribbons with coarse edges curling into his mind, reeling him in, intoxicating him. His hips grinding harder, bumping just a little bit faster cause right there .. right there was what he needed. Just a little bit more… Sharp teeth digging deep just to stop Reese from coming. Pain flared to bring him back to ground halt, to make him look up into his stranger’s (lover’s) face and lead the way.
Oh yeah, he should have tried to say no. At least tried to argue his contract so he’d known the rules to play by. Not a clean slate for his man, his master, to make into what He desires, but something Reese can hold on to and give boundaries in advance. Before he’s so deep under he says yes to anything and everything just to get his fill. Because if you let yourself look like a painslut who can take things, you might end up taking things to a level you’re not sure you can climb your way out of.
But holding His hand and leading him into the back room, past Jimmy whose ear Reese could whisper his needs into and get a key to one of the vacant rooms. Just the high of the hand still being in his, that the rough palm hasn’t let go. That he can feel the man’s breath on his neck, down his naked back, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers. Of excitement, fear, desire - warring inside. Not knowing what’s going to win when the door opens and Reese is pushed through, to stop against a wall as the door slams closed behind them. Barely gasping for breath Reese turns to see the man towering over him and suddenly fear takes the front seat. Goosebumps of a different kind as He leans in and breathes, smells Reese like he’s something interesting to eat. When the stranger’s face turns into that wicked smile full of teeth again, it’s as if he could sense Reese’s fear.
“You scared of me pretty?”
Reese starts to shake his head, but his sweaty bangs aren’t hiding his eyes enough, and he freezes as the smile changes into something else. Something he doesn’t want to think about. So he goes for the truth instead, and barely nods with a stilted movement.
“S’okay. You ain’t the first.” He leans into Reese again, both arms caging him against the smudgy grey wallpaper. Arms like steel cables, and he can feel the tension almost vibrating through the air. “I’m not gonna hurt you sweeteyes, not the way you think. Just don’t ever lie to me and we’ll be fine. Just fine.”
The last word whispered into Reese’s collarbone. Skin so hot as he nuzzles Reese. The man’s stubble rasping against delicate skin, his wet tongue soothing in it’s path. “Relax. Just having a little fun aren’t we. You like to suck me off don’t you? When I fist my hand into your hair and hurt you just a little bit?”
That voodovoice weaving its spell again, with touches against places still so sensitive to hands stroking, a muscled thigh between his pressing close. Giving Reese something to grind against when that mouth licks and nibbles its way to Reese’s chin, to his trembling lips that are still trying to say ‘yes’. Soon forgetting anything but lips devouring him, tasting him, opening him up and gasping for more. Sensations crashing inside, and nothing is scary. Just want, closer, to be filled inside. To have this glorious body on top of him and be able to watch him pounding into him. Leaving his mark deep inside. Reese doesn’t realize that he’s whimpering, clawing against the other man’s black wifebeater and trying to get closer. But there’s no room to go anymore. Wall against Reese’s back, and muscled hard body plastered against his front, hips grinding. Teasing, so damn teasing cause as soon as Reese is close the thigh moves away and he’s left with nothing but air to strain against.
Reese doesn’t even realize he’d whined out loud in such frustration until his man, his devourer, stepped back and laughed with this belly laugh that made Reese’s toes tingle. Because he hadn’t heard this man laugh, not for real. Reese hadn’t even seen him smile with real amusement that wasn’t hiding something sharper behind it.
But as the man put his right arm back up against the wall and looked at him, Reese’s own wide smile of simple joy faltered under the scrutiny. Had he done something wrong? “Well aren’t you a cute one.”
Reese was blushing so hard at the condescending tone and the finger that smoothed out the wrinkles between his eyebrows, he tried move his head away from the hand so fast he smacked the back of his head into the wall. “Would you stop with the alpha male bullshit. Stop playing me like I’m a little boy.” Reese head ached from the impact and he was starting to get angry. Nothing like getting a pat on the head from someone you secretly called your lover to bring you crash landing back into reality. “I can’t be that much younger than you.”
The harsh laughter that he got as a reply chilled Reese even further, it was nothing like the earlier laughter only a minute ago. This was in a completely different dimension. No happiness or even a smallest hint of joy in that laughter. Just that devastating kind of amusement - on your behalf. It made Reese flinch, hard.
“You don’t know me. You’re better off not knowing me. We don’t even exist in the same world.” He pushed Reese back into the wall, hard enough to leave bruises. Bruises he wouldn’t have a fond smile for. “I’ve been old since the day I was born. I started out as yesterday’s garbage only to grow up on the battlefields because I learned fast, and murder became my trade. I’m good at it. I like it.”
The man in front of him tore off his goggles and drilled his eyes into Reese and this was the first time he’d get to see His eyes with enough light to actually see what they looked like. Rather than glints in the blackness of hiding spaces. They were so dark, their empty blackness mixed with an oily silver in the ruddy light of the lamp from the bedside table. “You see me now?”
Reese stared, those eyes draining him from inside. Like a black hole sucking him in, vaguely remembering words telling him to watch himself because he knew nothing of this man. Remembering not caring cause he was such a little fool. But the only choice Reese had was to forge on, cause him doing the stepping aside wasn’t an option. Reese couldn’t see himself choosing ‘never seeing him again’. Not even now when things were starting to turn ugly. “You scare me, that’s what you wanted? You said you weren’t gonna hurt me …not like that.” At the end Reese’s voice turned into a mumble. Because inside he was at odds with his thoughts. Even as this frightened, his first choice was to stay and not let go. It scared him even more. Was he that fucked up?
“You don’t know who I am do you?”
Reese couldn’t judge the tone of the man’s voice, so he kept to telling the truth. Reese heeded that warning at least. “No.” He didn’t dare to look up. Reese was gonna keep his head down, wait for some signal to tell him how to react. He was not gonna start something he couldn’t handle. But, but… his mind protested. Tell him, you little chickenshit. Tell him or risk never seeing him again. “No. I don’t know. No, I don’t fucking care who you are.”
Then Reese did look up, and what he saw was enough to dare go on. “Isn’t that the point of this fucking city. Here we don’t have to remember who we were before if we don’t want to.”
Oh yeah, black holes those eyes, sucking everything warm out of the room as well as out of him. Reese could feel the stare burn him it was so cold. “I’m not a dream you can play house with boy, just cause I fuck you doesn’t mean I have to care.”
To that Reese could only nod. Cause it was true. He turned his eyes down again, didn’t dare look up - not anymore. Reese had his need so close to the surface now. It was screaming at him to not let go. It would be visible in his eyes. It would be the telltale sign his stranger needed to run away. Instinct told him that. Reese had from the beginning worked hard at telling himself that his stranger wasn’t his and just barely more than a piece of fleshy comfort. And the other way around Reese wasn’t more than a way to blow of steam for that guy.
But Reese knew also that comfort holds a close candle to warmth and need. Need was what it ended up being all about for himself. Flesh was one thing. Need a complete other. Need always has strings attached. And Reese had no more words that weren’t please, don’t go.
Reese slumped against the wall as he heard the footsteps leave. And wondered if he would ever see him again.
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It took Reese a month to stop looking for the (his) stranger every minute he spent at the club. Four weeks of his body standing at attention when every time a large man with a shaved head he hadn’t seen before came in. Four weeks of disappointment before it seeped in that there was no point. He was gone and would stay gone.If Reese had just kept his mouth shut, if he’d just taken that sentence and not been so damn cocky to speak his mind. “No. I don’t know. No, I don’t fucking care who you are.” … “Here we don’t have to remember who we were before if we don’t want to.” If he hadn’t forgotten himself, forgotten his role he had to play. If he hadn’t voiced a dream where reality was what you made it. “I’m not a dream you can play house with boy, just cause I fuck you doesn’t mean I have to care.”
No one here wants to know your thoughts. Reese should know that by now. You go with the flow and don’t make things personal and you’ll be fine.
But he wasn’t fine. Because he’d wanted more (still wants) and he’d been stupid enough to crack the facade of a pretty face that would take cock and ask no questions. He was a long way from fine! The damn if’s never stopped repeating inside his head, reminding him over and over again what he could have had if he’d…
God, he wanted to make it quiet. Smash his own brains in and stop wondering. Drinking only made him sick and loose money. Hung over in a cagematch and you couldn’t stop crawling on the floor. And not in a pretty fashion either. But in the cold sweat, head hammering and nauseated way. Every punch vibrating through your skull and made your stomach feel like it was trying to press its way out through your eyes. What precious little of self-worth you’ve got is already puked out onto the floor.
No. No. God no. Reese refused to fuck up his life even more just because he was hooked on some person he pathetically didn’t even know the name of.
Loser be thy name.
But that nameless person was still alive every night, haunting Reese with the memory of a hard body pressing into him. That soft skin on a chest Reese longed to touch again, gliding against his own sweaty back. Hands, fingers and cock filling him up till Reese was sure he’d choke on the sensation. After Reese had woken up from the dreams he could still feel his palms tingle from the rough brickwork he used to be pushed against, his dick hard and aching and unforgiving because it wanted more than his hand.
Stroking himself almost raw to get rid of it, Reese refused to give in and recall the man behind closed eyelids. It wasn’t enough that He owned his nights and dreams, now the beautiful (psycho) stranger fucking owned his cock as well. It didn’t matter if Reese pictured the other boys at the showers after a fight night; water sliding over slender twink bodies, dicks interested and hot flesh on parade. Ready for anything. But it wasn’t enough. Reese had had a taste of something else and now everything was dull and flat in comparison. Even when he tried to forget, dive into something else, his mind changed lithe bodies into darkened muscles. Longer hair and peach cheeks turned into the razorcut shape of a skull and stubbled jaw, white teeth and rattlesnake smile. Nothing held against the memories, touch, taste, body … it was all wrong.
Finally Reese caved it, but only to stop the torture. Reese allowed himself to remember the texture of His skin when he nuzzled his belly, the coarse hairs that would tickle Reese’s nose as he swallowed him. The sounds of Him when Reese took him deeper down his throat, when he rolled the man’s balls in his hand and tightened his hold just this side of pain. When He was so close that Reese could get away with soft caresses, lovingly stroke heated sweaty skin and taste the shudders. In the blink of an imagination running wild to reach that feeling when the burn becomes bright sparkles, Reese hears that rough voice growl out his name in pleasure. The image burns right through Reese, body shuddering with the tension released in an explosion of breath that comes out as a sob. Reese twists the dirty sheets with one hand and tries to regain breath, but the broken things twisting inside strain to hear a voice that wasn’t here. Instead of bliss Reese is wet and sticky, his skin goosepimpling in the chill of a lonely bed, and the contentment he was searching for is already ruined.
You gave him ownership he didn’t ask for and now it’s too late. Wanting more doesn’t mean asking for more.
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Eventually reality punched through (finally!) and made everything a day by day drudgery of boring life. Reese hasn’t seen his stranger for three months and finally stopped expecting it. Stopped being so damn eager about it. Which is why the surprise hit him so hard when Reese practically stumbled over Him in the backroom of Decadence’s gym.”What the fuck are you doing here?”
The words spilled out, such a chock there was no time to curb his tongue. But even as Reese froze from the view, his mind was still running on high gear to decode it. The stranger was covered in blood. Spots and streaks on his upper chest and face, with a wide streak down his torso into his lap where the blood had pooled. His face a dark grimace that Reese couldn’t interpret whether it was pain or anger at being discovered, needle and thread in his hand. Black thread, like gruesome Frankenstein embroidery, patterning his side.
“I need a reason?” The cocky attitude was wobbling under the strain evident in His face, and Reese saw his jaw tick with every needleprick and tug on the thread. Perhaps a couple of stitches more and he’d be done. And he’d walk away again. Fuck no.
“Just that (marks, tricks, johns) … customers don’t come in here.” Reese put down his sportsbag and stepped closer, looking him over as wondered whether he dared to touch. “And you know that’s not why I was asking. What happened to you?”
Reese gave up keeping his distance, and gently skimmed his fingers over the tiny cuts on his naked shoulder, hand continuing down the arm, stopping before he touched the two shallow slashes across the soft skin below the elbow. “Knife wounds?”
The man in front of him simply nodded, as he tied the knot on the last stitch with an effectiveness that only came out of experience. He rose to leave, and stumbled hard enough for Reese to instinctively grab a hold of him. “Fuck.” He sat down again on the bench and stretched out his leg in front of him, poking through the fabric of his pants and showing a wound that bled sluggishly. It was obvious to Reese that standing up had opened the wound again. “Forgot about that one,” he mumbled as he tore the fabric aside to make it easier to clean.
“You forgot?” Reese made a face. “Seriously, what the fuck’s the matter with you? Sit your ass down.” Reese was talking faster than his mind could keep up, it was instead shying from details as to how much pain you need to be in to forget a wound. Or even worse, how skilled you must be at not thinking about the pain, how this must not be something new. Which he sort of knew, that this man had seen pain before. And often. Reese had seen scars old and new; thin lines made by a knife, a few bigger mottled ones that were probably gunfire. Reese knew most men on this side of the starsystem had gone through wars and other kinds of battles, but it didn’t mean he was used to watching them ignore wounds (and pain) so easily though.
“I don’t have time for this.” He ignored Reese’s request and reached out for a slip of fabric that lay on the bench, making ready to tie it around his thigh when Reese’s hand stopped him with a touch on his hand. “You won’t last long like that. It needs to be fixed.” Reese tried to sound like he knew what he was saying and not cause his stomach cramped at the sight of the man in front of him. Bloodied, tired and about to leave. Vanish again. “Let me help.”
“You don’t give up easily do you?” Was there a smile on his face or did Reese imagine it? Reese wished so bad he could see his eyes. His face didn’t give away very much when it came to decipher the man’s thoughts. “Do I have to give up? I don’t even know your name and have I asked? Not once. You wanna keep your secrets, fine. Just … ” don’t leave me.
Too damn needy Michael Reese Gaffigan, always the dreamer who wants things beyond reach. Reese couldn’t look up, he was too afraid his emotions were out there for everyone to see. His cheeks were burning with the blush that spread down his neck. Instead he untied the fabric, spreading the rip in the other man’s pants wide enough to pour saline and made sure it was clean enough before Reese added compresses and tied it up again. At least it was clean now, although if there’d been any usable edges on the wound to sow it together it’d been better.
“No you haven’t asked. You’re happy to get whatever bone I throw your way aren’t you. Hungry little puppy, starving for attention.” Reese wasn’t sure if he was being specifically humiliated or if the man in he still had his hands on just stated the facts as he saw it. It was too hard to tell with that voice. So instead Reese stood up and soaked one of the towels by the sink, ignored the words spoken and started cleaning away the blood on His arms and upper body instead. After finishing up the arm, shoulder and down his side, Reese grabbed a piece of gauze and some tape and fastened it over the neat stitches.
“I don’t have a shirt you can borrow, but you can probably take Mac’s windbreaker.” Reese moved away to the pin by the door. “Here, try it on.” Reese finally dared to look up and found himself being scrutinized, before the look settled on his hand holding the jacket.
“Why the help?”
“Haven’t you answered that one yourself already? Hungry puppy I think you called me.” Even sad little creatures have moments of courage. Reese had never said the words love, not even in his mind when he thought about this man. But being spoken of as a silly little fool hurt more than he wanted to admit.
“Still has some bite left in him though.” Apparently the retort had earned him a smile.
Reese was still enjoying that warm feeling of seeing Him smile, it was quite a lovely smile at that, when he was completely caught off guard and was grabbed by the neck and kissed hard. Rough warm hand in Reese’s hair, strong fingers pressing, guiding him into that warm mouth and possessive tongue. Opening him up, making Reese groan softly and dig his fingers into the soft skin of His chest. Reese can feel the few hairs tickling his palms and his entire body feels like it’s turning into soft goo ready to be molded any way wanted.
Reese can feel the other man chuckling against his lips, the stubble prickles against sensitive skin and yet this is when Reese relaxes. Safe in the strangest places. “You’re really leaving aren’t you?” And once again, when relaxed his tongue loosens. Reese didn’t mean to whisper the question into the other man’s skin, but now it’s out and said and consequences to expect.
“Yeah.” The expected push doesn’t come, and the warm hand stays splayed out against Reese’s lower back, a finger slowly moving back and forth underneath his t-shirt. So Reese takes a leap of faith and asks the question he’s wanted to ask for a long time. “Can I come with?”
The arms release him so quickly Reese stumbles, and he feels colder than he has in a long while. Just face it, man. So he bites his lip hard to not be a complete nelly and face his own words.
Reese is surprised to find the scrutinizing to be calm and not the anger he’d expected. But he has to look down again, no longer comfortable to be the center of this awkward attention.
Reese’s head snaps up again as the other man speaks, “Trying to figure out if you really don’t give a shit about your own life, or if you’re as clueless as you say.”
“Wha?” Reese has no idea what He was talking about. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I know you don’t, it’s my point.” The stranger takes that one step, and their bodies brush against each other as they’re standing so close, but not that kind of close. (Reese wishes it were.) Instead the other man’s hand lands heavily on Reese’s shoulder, and the other one gently spreads across the side of Reese’s neck. The callused hands are so wide, slim fingers with wide palms stretching across sweaty skin and Reese has to bite down on the sound that threatens to escape from his throat.
“You said you didn’t care who I was, well … hell, boy you are naive.” That dark laughter makes Reese feel like he’s stretched thin, blushing with a burn that covers a long way down his chest and back. “It’s cute … but useless.” The fingers tighten and force Reese to look into the other man’s face. “You should know, little scrap dog, before you offer things like that… I’m a wanted murderer, an escaped convict and a known psycho. My name … Riddick. Richard B.”
“Aren’t you happy now, that you asked to come with?”
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“Aren’t you happy now, that you asked to come with?” Riddick released him with a quick snap of his hand and the heat of him is a loss Reese can feel against his skin.Reese couldn’t look up, he let his eyes stay glued to the floor and tried to hang onto one emotion that didn’t make his insides roll. Everything was scattered inside him, like a glass filled with whisky and ice dropped on a cement floor. Sharp edges and smooth surfaces, cutting splinters spread out on the floor. All jumbled together.
He was afraid, thrilled, excited and ashamed.
The fear was immediate and not a surprise. The thrill and excitement came simply from the fact that Riddick had given him the truth. Some leftover from a teenagers dream of the bad boy choosing you out of everyone. The shame… was harder to face.
Reese wasn’t scared enough. He still wanted Riddick badly enough to not recognise the danger. Or at least… Reese wanted to belong to the man, the stranger he’d gotten to touch and feel and ache for. Riddick was a whole other number. That name brought so much with itself. Remembering reading the news about Riddick’s escapes and captures, about his deeds and rumoured mass murdering.
Yet, what bothered Reese the worst was the possibility of all hope of ever getting what he wanted to be nil and nothing. What if Riddick just wanted to toy with him, see how fast he would run now that he knew? That this was just a set up to wet Riddick’s appetite for mayhem and torture?
But if Riddick had wanted Reese dead he would have killed him by now. Right? Maybe staying with Riddick wouldn’t be so different from the few days he’d spent with him already.
As long as he stayed on his good side.
Yeah right. Reese knew the psychological trap of bullshit he was trying to fool himself with. Thinking ‘I’ll be safe as long as I please him’ was beyond stupid, it lacked self-respect and was very dangerous. Blatantly ignoring the fact that human nature is fickle is even stupider.
Still, Reese couldn’t back down. Not now, not anymore. There had already been too much to just put this aside and forget. Reese blatantly ignored the whispering voice inside that snidely asked if he really thought Riddick would let him go. “I still wanna come with.”
“What was that?” Riddick probably didn’t hear what Reese mumbled out through nervous lips, but his sharp tone got Reese to look up. To take a deep breath and see Riddick in the eyes. So to speak, the man never took off his shades. Reese’s eyes flickered but he held his ground, licked his lips and his voice was stronger the second time. “I still want to come with.”
“Do you now…” Riddick’s laughter grated, and maybe Reese should have second thoughts and regrets. But still, this was his chance. Reese wouldn’t be useful for many more years at the Decadence and then what? With Riddick he’d at least have a chance to see something else than this dust mote of a planet.
“Yes.” Reese ground the word out, but it was clear, loud and angry. Defiant. Like the look he gave Riddick, stiff back and raised chin. Maybe ridicule and fear of rejection did give you courage. Or at least anger enough to make you forget the fear for an extra pair of minutes.
“Bigger balls than I thought kid. Not so sure if you’ve got brains though.”
“Hey!” Reese wavered between pissed off and weirdly pleased with getting a compliment, no matter how underhand and tiny it was. If it was one at all…
“Once I’ve bought your contract off the Decadence, you’re ass is mine. And it better be worth it.”
“Fuck you.” Merchandise. That was what Riddick saw him as.
So maybe Reese didn’t always manage to stop himself from dreaming a little bit. Thinking that Riddick would be his ticket to something better. But knowing your hopes are set higher than reality delivers doesn’t make it sting any less when they’re completely trashed right in front of you.
“Never in your life.” Riddick’s grin was that of a shark’s as he stepped closer till Reese had backed himself flat against the cold brick wall, Riddick’s arms like steel cables cornering him on both sides. “I own you. I get to fuck you when I want. I’ll have you on your knees serving me till I’m pleased.” Riddick’s voice was a sizzled whisper in his ear as he entranced him like a cobra. Just before it was ready to devour its’ prey.
“I want you on your back or belly flat at my say so, in every way I tell you to, like a pretty toy for my disposal. I like a little pain with my morning fuck and you’ll learn to take it. I’ll see you bruised and decorated by my touch. I’ll take you till you’ll beg for more, till you’ll feel empty when I’m not inside you. Beg me to hurt you just a little bit more cause you’ll learn that pain and pleasure are closer than you ever thought.” Reese shivered with the words, the soft lips and stubble gracing his throat with every syllable spoken.
“I’ll have you strapped and bound and call you my whore, my slave, my pet. No other gets to touch you.” Riddick’s teeth closed around his earlobe with a sharp bite. “You’re mine and if you try to run, or try to turn me in to get my bounty’s worth… I’ll make you wish for death and experience pain that will last longer than you ever thought possible. Once in pieces and your throat thrashed by your screams will I leave you to hang, as an example of what stupidity can cause.”
Reese’s earlobe stung and Riddick’s voice had turned harsh, his eyes boring into Reese who could do no more than look away. “Please…” It was a whispered plea, the sensations a roller coaster inside his mind and his body felt both hot and cold.
“Please what? Please stop?” Riddick’s hands dug into his shoulders, fingers like steel pinning him against the wall.
Reese looked up and spoke quickly before he would loose his strength to look Riddick in the eye. “Don’t try to scare me away, I’m yours. Already is and I can’t. Fucking. Stop. Okay?” Reese was close to tears cause amidst all the fear - of Riddick, of rejection and what he was saying yes to - was the desire to know you were owned. To have clear boundaries and give up control, be handled and pushed to limits you haven’t tasted yet. All because your owner asked it of you.
Riddick’s face stilled before it changed into an expression like a contented cat, smug like it just had a bowl of cream. Before Reese had a chance to figure out what anything meant, Riddick grabbed his shirt hard enough Reese could hear the seems crackling in protest, and plundered his lips. Hard body against his, bruising kisses with teeth, tongue stabbing deep, fucking into his mouth and Reese just opened up for the taking.
Out of breath and hard as a rock he stumbled when Riddick released him and then followed close behind as they took the stairs towards the management area, never letting Riddick out of sight.
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As Reese sat on the bed in what was apparently going be his space on Riddick’s ship, his fingers slowly stroking down his arm, he remembered the heated grip of Riddick’s hand. How he was lead through the quiet club to get to the room he’s been sharing with the other guys and grab his duffel bag that held his entire life so far. Buying Reese was apparently an easy deal. Reese watched from the hallway how Riddick slapped a pile of cash onto the chief’s desk, grinned at a comment Reese couldn’t hear and that was it. Strange how easy it was. Reese felt like it should have been something more to it than just this.
Reese wasn’t allowed into the office so he never got to know exactly how much he was worth… which of course meant he had no idea how much he’d owe Riddick. Riddick didn’t tell cause according to him Reese was his and that was it. No longer with the option to buy yourself out. The deal at Decadence was that you get fed, treated with the proper vaccinations and clean housing as long as you did your part for the contracted 24 months. Your part entailed sexual favours, always being available to perform said favours and giving a good show in the cages. Reese had thought it’d been a pretty good deal. A lot better than where he came from. But self-illusion was something all the contracted boys were good at.
After the money had exchanged hands they went outside, the hot wind blasting in their faces as they left the building. But as Riddick pushed him ahead, and told him to move his ass Reese stopped thinking too much and just tagged along. But he couldn’t keep his eyes from staring at Riddick’s wounds every chance he got and whether they were still bleeding where he couldn’t see against the black camos.
Riddick hailed a cab when they reached the more populated district and Reese remembers the complete silence till they’re on board Riddick’s ship. With Riddick being as quiet Reese doesn’t dare say a word and chance the possibility of being kicked out. But it was hard staying silent because Reese has so many questions he wanted to, and still wants to, ask.
It was only about half an hour ago that Riddick left him in here, a cabin with four walls and a simple bunk, and told him to stay put. Apart from the sparse order the quiet between them was still unbroken, so Reese just let his duffel and himself hit the bed. Still a bit stunned and wondering what just had happened. Where a choice was made to step out into the darkness and not know what’s in front of you.
But it’s not like he’s leaving anything important, Decadence and his life there was nothing more than an excuse. Something to hold onto when you’re too afraid to move on, when all it really was nothing more than a corner to wait at for something interesting to pass by.
But even if that sounded like perfect logic, his ‘interesting’ thing he decided to try hasn’t got a lot of positive points. Even if Reese likes to fool himself that he won’t loose anything by doing this, and that he’s got a lot to gain. But right now he’s closer to what he still can’t stop thinking about as ‘his stranger’ than he ever thought to be. It doesn’t matter that the stranger turned out to be an escaped murderer. Reese doesn’t give much for the news service because that ‘psychopathic murderer who killed hundreds’ - that story doesn’t add up against the real thing in Reese’s eyes. He’s seen Riddick, and he could have killed Reese several times over, but he didn’t. Didn’t even hurt him or did anything freaky. Reese doesn’t count the simple things like bruises and teeth marks. It’s not pain, just another shade of pleasure. And Riddick’s never behaved like a psycho… at least not in that erratic, fucked up way Reese imagines they do. He knows Riddick is dangerous, and a killer — but psychopathic just don’t add up to what Reese sees when he watches him. Reese has learned how to watch in the 38 months he’s spent at the club, he can tell danger from a lot of small things. Riddick feels safer than many of Reese’s johns, and that’s what made the deal so easy to make.
So Reese ignores that his reality might be a little crooked and sits on his bed and waits. For something, for Riddick and for whatever will come at him. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
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When he wakes up he’s disoriented. Reese doesn’t recognize the feel of the bed he’s lying on, the complete darkness, or the fact that he’s got a heavy arm resting over his body. He freezes before he remembers, and then almost melts into the bedding, enjoying the feel of the situation and soaking up the warmth of Riddick’s body so close to his. He’s trying to keep his breaths calm, to keep the ruse of him sleeping and not thinking of every part of his body where he and Riddick are connected. The breath warming his neck, strong thighs relaxed and resting against his and he can feel Riddick’s chest and his slow deep breathing against his back. The heavy arm is warm across his side and belly and he enjoys the lazy time to watch the wide hand relaxed in sleep. The fingers are long, blunt tipped and scarred here and there. The thumb is a bit crooked and the palm is wide - the skin looks so soft on this side. Reese has already memorized the pattern of calluses on his palms and fingers from the way they felt across his skin. He really wants to let his fingers trace the lines, circle around the knuckles and dip in between the fingers and the soft sensitive webbing. To see if Riddick’s ticklish, to know all his spots and triggers.
But he doesn’t dare, just keeps his breathing even and quietly enjoys the moment. His hair gently ruffled by Riddick’s nose as he moves slightly, and Reese’s skin breaks out in goosebumps, his hair prickling on his neck. Like a protective layer has been sloughed off, and everything is super sensitized. But to Reese’s disappointment Riddick wakes up and in just a minute he’s already out of the bed and left the room without saying a word. Reese is so confused he just flops over on his back and lies there staring at the roof, wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into.
But there’s perhaps only been a minute or five when he can hear Riddick call for him. It doesn’t take long to find him, the ship’s layout is simple. There’s only one corridor with a few doors attached alongside and two bigger room at both ends; rec room and what appears to be the kitchen.
“Come here.” Reese startles a bit, he’d been staring at just about everything. He’s never been aboard a spaceship before. “This is where we keep the food.” Riddick shows him the tinned and freeze-dried food, the pans and how to get the heater started. He finishes showing Reese the kitchen and then moves onto the rest of the ship while he’s telling Reese the new rules to live by.
“Rule 1, if I give you an order you follow it. If you don’t it might get you killed — not necessarily by me. Get it?” Reese just nods. He feels like a bobble head doll, he can’t stop nodding, it’s just so much to take in.
“Speak up.”
“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I get it.” Riddick just grunts but he seems content with Reese’s reply and wide eyed stare. “Rule 2, don’t you ever say my name to anyone. Unless I tell you it’s okay. I don’t need no unwanted attention.”
“Yes. No. I mean-” Reese fumbles with the words. He’ll keep Riddick’s name all to himself. “I won’t say anything.”
“Be sure of it. You fuck this up I’ll hunt your ass down and make you regret it.”
“Rule 3. The ship’s controls - I fly her and you don’t touch or you’ll loose the hand. I don’t need your hands to fuck you.” He’s not joking about this. Reese can tell and his mouth’s so dry it’s like he swallowed sand. Riddick doesn’t seem to notice he’s scaring the shit out of his newly purchased … person, or more like he don’t give a fuck. “Got any questions, ask. Don’t fucking chance it, and think you know anything. Eat when you’re hungry. You can use the insides of this ship as you want; rec room, kitchen, whatever. The cabin I showed you is yours, I’ll let you know when I want you.”
With that Riddick leaves.
Reese stands frozen still for quite a while before he carefully goes into the kitchen and makes himself some breakfast. As quietly as possible.
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After an hour of staring up at the ceiling of his cabin, counting metal tacks and sheet joints, Reese was close to going crazy. He’s still feeling the harsh rules Riddick spoke of as lead in his belly, making him even more worried about pissing him off. Reese knows Riddick has a lot at stake with him being an escaped convict with a fat bounty on his head, and it’s scary to think that if Reese screwed up it would mean too many bad things to even consider. Reese sighed deeply. This was not how he’d imagined things would be. In his imagination there’d been a lot more sex, less rules and more fun.
Reality sucked.
After another hour like that Reese couldn’t take it any more. He had to get out of the sardine can that was his cabin, it had felt like it’d been growing smaller by the minute. After a quick shower and a change of clothes he decided to take a walk around the ship. Just to have a look and see more of it. And maybe he did stick to the shadows and the corners of the ship, because Riddick seemed occupied and not even noticing Reese was there. And maybe Reese didn’t want to draw attention to himself, not yet anyway, cause by the minute his reasoning why he’d made this choice lost more and more of it’s original value… Why in the insane hell he’d actually thought that going with Riddick had been a good idea? Such an obvious statement that his brain had had nothing to do with that choice, it’s was all to blame on the second head. In his pants. The one that was constantly standing at attention every time he thought of Riddick.
That part of him that desired Riddick so badly wanted to strip naked and ask what the fuck Riddick was doing ignoring him!
Luckily Reese’s common sense won and he kept skulking around, learning the ship as he went past the few cabins, through open spaces and the sub floor cargo area. It’s a couple of days later when Reese finally got to see Riddick’s eyes without their usual shielding. He just helped Riddick out with removing the stitches across his side, and when he looked up Riddick’s eyes were bare. The little light he’d been directing at the sutures was moved away and Reese didn’t even realise he was staring until Riddick shut it off, leaving the sick bay as black as the little cabin hole view of the seemingly starless space they were currently travelling through.
Reese realises Riddick’s eyes are silver when there’s enough light to pick up on, making them glow. But when the lights go out completely, so does the shine. But Riddick’s laughter and the way he toys with Reese in the pitch black room makes it obvious he can see as clearly as if it were daylight. When Reese finally finds his way to a light switch he’s alone again, not even noticing Riddick left the room. It’s scary, cool and frightening to a point Reese hadn’t even imagined. Because just knowing Riddick could move that silently and in the complete dark like that… Reese can easily how Riddick got his frightening reputation.
But at the same time Riddick leaves Reese his space, he lets him fiddle in the kitchen and make them dinner. Reese has a chance to waste time on watching old movies and reading the news and by every day Riddick seems less and less frightening and more and more like something Reese just got to have. He’s watching Riddick every chance he has. Like the time when Reese found Riddick relaxed in the pilot chair, his goggles hanging loosely from his slack wrist and the shirt rucked up from his slouching in the chair. Long legs stretched out in front of him, big boots planted on the glowing console in front of him.
There are several days spent like these, wandering around and not seeing much of Riddick except the occasional question answered here and there. Riddick doesn’t seem bothered by Reese asking what feels like really stupid questions, like laundry, more cans of food and where to find a new toothbrush. It seems more like Reese is looking less stupid in Riddick’s eyes as he asks questions to help him follow the rules and handle himself around the ship. Those hours in the morning after Reese’s first night on board the ship, the low hum of the engines confusing in those moments before you’re fully awake and know where you are, are still the same. He hasn’t adapted that much yet, Reese is used to a lot of noise around him. On board the ship it’s almost eerily quiet. But he will learn to find this his home. Reese is dead set on it. He will.
He’s still a bit fuzzy around the edges every day, the change from time zones to space where there are none is throwing a wrench in his body clock. It’s weird to never see the sun or the change in daylight, and Reese suspects a person needs to get used to living only on recycled air as well. Finding his way to the kitchen after a quick shower to try and clear his mind, Reese grabs a nutrition bar with his mug of coffee. He’s slowly munching as he pads down the corridor to the rec room. The metal rungs of the ladder up towards the tier with the sofa overlooking the floor are cold against his naked feet.
This isn’t the first morning he has to remind himself to wear socks, old habits die hard. Instead he quickly curls up on the sofa, the mug of coffee warm in his hands. Reese is hoping Riddick will work out this morning as well. He’s tried to spot a pattern in Riddick’s exercises but he’s yet to find one. Reese wants to blame it on Riddick’s healing and taking it day by day, rather than Riddick being erratic and hard to predict.
It doesn’t take long before Riddick steps out on the rubbermat covered floor below. Riddick seems too occupied with his stretches to notice Reese’s presence, but by now Reese knows that Riddick seems to be able to sense everything. He knows Reese is watching, he just don’t give a damn about having an audience. His naked torso in the soft lights moves with fluent movements alien to Reese but beautiful to watch. Riddick’s muscle bound body has a lethal grace as it punches and twists across the floor, covered only in low slung sweatpants. So much skin Reese wants to touch, stroke and feel against him. Reese holds his coffee mug so tight in an effort to control himself he almost burns himself on the scalding hot liquid when his fingers slip on the shiny metal surface.
Reese has to fight himself to sit still and not make a sound, to not disturb the man killing shadows so beautifully below him. To hold in the sounds his body so achingly wants to make when he finally sees Riddick in his own environment, more relaxed than he’s ever seen him before… and definitely more naked skin than he’s ever gotten a glimpse of earlier. Before it had been nothing but quick fucks and blowjobs with the clothes still on, the rasp of Riddick’s zipper against his ass as he pounded into him and soft worn fabric against his back. The only times he’d gotten to touch and feel Riddick was when Riddick had time for long leisurely blowjobs - Reese’s hands gliding under Riddick’s shirts and tanktops for the soft soft skin, and curly trail of hair. Occasionally gliding over bumps of scarred tissue.
Now he sees those scars more clearly but they aren’t ugly. Not on someone like Riddick. Here they strangely fit, with the dark voice, unpolished surface and the pure violence he seems to radiate around him. His economy of movement, there’s no waste of energy - like Riddick’s something tightly coiled ready to spring. Almost like it would be unnatural to have flawless skin on such a creature. The long slashes across his back, barely visible and clearly old, the defensive wounds on his arms and the rough patch of skin on the top of his left shoulder - usually where military ID numbers are branded in.
All of them places Reese had touched but never seen. Not like this. And god he wanted this. To be able to devour him with his eyes, and know that he won’t be stopped. Riddick hadn’t mentioned any rules regarding how Reese was to act against Riddick. But as long as he’s not ordered off, Reese will take every chance he gets to watch … to feast upon as he keeps waiting for Riddick to ask for him, use him - have him any way he wants to.
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Half an hour later, or is it more? Reese forgets time when he’s here watching, the mug is empty but he hasn’t moved beyond drinking the coffee. Riddick turns to stare at him, his strange silvery eyes glinting in the low set lights. Reese immediately tenses up, heat flooding him as Riddick watches him silently.”Come on.”
It takes concentration for Reese to just step down the ladder and follow Riddick down the hall, his legs rubbery and he tries hard to not think of the reason why. Will he be good enough, worth the money Riddick paid? What if he’s not? What will happen then?
“Strip”
Reese’s breath catches, and he clumsily hurries to get out of his clothes. No finesse, just urgent need to do what Riddick says, to show him he’s a good boy who follows the rules. The rumbled “Mmmmm” coming from Riddick as Reese stands there naked makes him break out in goose bumps, shivering all over.
“Cold?”
“Umm, no… just…” Riddick looks at him with an eyebrow raised, and Reese repeats his answer more clearly. “No.”
“Good. Don’t move.”
Reese freezes where he is, trying to track Riddick with his eyes as he circles around him. The floor’s cold against his feet and the heat from the vent is gently breezing across his skin, mixed sensations that suddenly seem sharp and with his mind already highstrung with possibilities it makes his body confused.
“Pretty boy.” Reese clenches his jaws to not let out the nervous giggle building inside. He knows now that this has been Riddick’s plan all along. Run the anticipation so high that Reese will be a wreck of want and need, just from the looks and quick fleeting touches. He’s good at this kind of game, Reese has to admit. Really good.
Riddick is watching him, hungrily and with an intensity that makes his knees weak. Quick touches across his back, his shoulder and he leans into them by instinct and a body ruled by the senses. It’s like he’s body’s bending to get closer to the touches before Reese can think about conscientiously. “I said don’t move.” Riddick gives him a quick slap on his ass and the surprised ‘oh’ escapes before Reese can stop it. “Spread your legs. Hands behind your back.” Reese stumbles in his hurry to comply. “Good.” Riddick kicks the clothes out of the way as he walks another circle around him, his hands stroking across Reese’s chest, tweaking a nipple slightly and Reese shudders at the sensation. Riddick stops and watches him as he glides his hands across Reese’s clavicles, down his chest and abdomen. Pausing to tug at the narrow line of hair down low and this time Reese shamelessly moans out loud.
Riddick just smiles and keeps moving in a slow circle, observing every little reaction he gets from his touches. When those big warm hands caresses his back, above his hands locked in position they pause, before they slide up again. Reese skin goosebumps under the touch and he so badly wants to arch closer, like a cat to be petted. Riddick seems to change his mind again and shifts Reese’s hands till they’re hanging down his sides again. He hasn’t said anything about being quiet, and hasn’t reprimanded the earlier sounds, so when Riddick’s calloused hands moves onto his ass, squeezing him tightly Reese doesn’t hold anything back, blushing at the sounds he makes. Too needy, too obvious. When one of Riddick’s hands suddenly grabs Reese by the balls, gentle but firm grip holding the sac, rolling it in a heated hand Reese almost swallows his tongue in surprise.
“I like what I see Reese. Pretty soft thing you are.” Riddick’s voice a soft breath against his ear, the words making things heavy and warm and tight and it’s suddenly very very difficult to stand still any more.
“Up against the wall, make sure you brace yourself.” A drop of sweat glides down Reese’s neck, tickling in it’s path down his chest, but he barely notices for the heavy throbbing of his pulse, his dick tight and hard and oh god he hopes Riddick doesn’t expect him to last very long.
He can hear the rustle of clothes hitting the floor, heavier thud of boots being dropped, and his fingertips flat against the metal covering the walls, fighting so hard to not turn around and stare at what he knows is a naked Riddick. Licking his lips and swallowing hard as he hears the ’snick’ of a cap opening. This is finally it, he’d get to have Riddick inside while naked, no clothes in the way when he’s filling him up and it wouldn’t be a fantasy any more. It’d be reality and it would happen again. He’s allowed to have this. Reese spreads his legs a little bit more, tilting his hips and trying not to arch his ass like the wanton slut he feels like.
Riddick laughs, it sounds like it’s an amused but pleased laugh. Reese hopes it is, and he arches a bit more and earns another slap on his ass. Hard taps with broad hands and Reese already knows this is something he will want more of. To be at the mercy of those hands, heating him up and leaving prints all over Reese’s flushed body.
Riddick’s hand is still roaming across Reese’s ass, up and across his lower back and it’s not enough. Too little of it, but he braces himself to wait, to behave and be good. So he will get his present. The fingers reaching between his cheeks are wet, tickling and touching and too gentle. Reese’s teeth digging in hard in his lower lip, forcing himself to remember not to buck, not to push against and force the movement of Riddick’s hand.
But maybe Reese isn’t the only one impatient as two fingers easily slides inside him, Riddick’s deep groan making Reese’s hairs stand up in pure pleasure, knowing he’s the reason for that sound. Two fingers quickly becomes three, but still too gentle slide in and out, little twists that skitters across his skin in sparks of pleasure.
“Please.” The word escapes before Reese can stop it. He’s achingly hard, his dick already wet and he knows he will have to fight not to come once Riddick slides inside him.
“Please what?” Riddick sounds way too smug for Reese’s liking, the bastard enjoys teasing Reese and right now it’s too much of a revelation to have Riddick this close that it becomes torture. “Fuck me? Please. I can’t wait Riddick. I’m gonna come… please, please… oh god…”
Reese’s lip springs blood as he needs the pain to not shoot immediately, Riddick’s hand pausing, shallowly twisting and scissoring at Reese’s desperate pleading. But then Riddick’s left hand is there, squeezing him hard enough across the base there’s some pain and he’s back from the sharp edge he was too close falling from.
“You aching for it? You want me inside you?” Riddick’s stubbled chin rasping across naked skin, leaving a blush across his neck and shoulder as he slides up to Reese’s ear and bites down. “Tell me. Tell me what you want. I wanna hear you.”
Reese is far enough he’s almost sobbing, deep dragging breaths as he tries to form words with sense in them. “Wanna feel you inside me Riddick. Feel you come deep inside me. Please! Riddick.” His mind is hazy with Riddick’s fingers spreading him wider, stretching, Riddick’s torso against his back a heat he wants to lean in and rub against. Stubble and teeth against the sensitive shell of his ear, and it’s too much teasing. Sensations going off like sparks and his body’s lost.
But Riddick hears him, hears the pleading and decides to stop teasing and take what is being so openly offered. Riddick’s left hand fisting into Reese’s hair and twisting his head to the side, as his other hand guides his cock deep inside him. Deep plunging strokes that Reese welcomes with loud whimpers, he can feel the stretch but there’s no pain, just what he wanted, needed, ached for. Stretch of his neck, Riddick’s wet tongue in his mouth and teeth worrying his lip to find more of the blood, more of the taste he knows Riddick wants. More than once Riddick’s licked the sweat and kissed him hard enough to make his split lip from the cage fights bleed again. A kink Reese has no problem complying with.
He groans into his mouth, the taste and feel of Riddick intoxicating. There was never enough kissing, Reese hopes he gets the chance to just make out with him, to just neck and touch and kiss for hours on. Reese catches his breath as Riddick releases him, bends Reese’s head forward before he grabs both his hips with wide callused hands. Reese already knows to keep his hands wide against the wall to keep his balance as Riddick pounds into him, his taller body almost lifting Reese’s up on his toes with every deep stroke. Reese will be bruised later, but it’ll only be proof that he’s been touched by Riddick. Owned.
The deeper angle is too much and Reese can’t take it anymore. He bends his left arm and slams in on his elbow and arm as he reaches back with a shaking hand and grasps at Riddick’s hip. “.. gonna come.” He hasn’t gotten permission yet, and he doesn’t want to spoil this already, screw up on his first chance.
But Riddick doesn’t stop as he thought, or grab his dick again to hold off, but leans forward with Reese hand in his against the wall, the other bracing around his chest, lending him strength. The strokes tighter and closer and just as Riddick rumbles in his ear, lips tickling the soft shell Reese breaks. “It’s okay. Come. Let me feel you clench this pretty ass around me.” The hold and the permission is what completely undos him.
He orgasms so hard it almost hurts and he clings desperately to the wall to not flop down bonelessly on the floor. He can vaguely hear Riddick swearing in appreciation over the way Reese muscles clench around his dick, the words only pleased sounds through Reese’s haze as Riddick’s continued strokes in and out are forcing sensations Reese is too sensitized to handle. Reese’s muscles spasm weakly, trying for more and his sweaty hands glides down the wall. Noises from his throat that are desperate, wet and incoherent.
Riddick takes half a step back once he’s sure Reese’s not gonna collapse on him and thrusts harder, deeper and it’s almost too much for Reese to take after the orgasm he just had. But it doesn’t take long for Riddick to catch up. A few more deep long hard thrusts before Riddick’s hands enfolds his, presses him closer to the wall again and one, two strokes and he’s done. Filling Reese up inside with a deep groan around Reese’s flesh, teeth sunk into his shoulder. Reese feels the shudder go through Riddick, the heat spreading inside and even though this counts as best fuck ever so far he’s pleased it’s over. He just wants to take a nap now. Even the thought of showering feels like too much of an ordeal.
Once Riddick releases him, he gently eases Reese down on the floor. Reese feels like everything inside is quivering jello, and with a happy noise he spreads out next to Riddick. Close enough to feel his sweaty skin glide wetly against his, but not on top or across him. Not intruding. But Riddick grabs his ass in a possessive manner and licks the mark he broke into Reese’s shoulder. It makes things inside stop spinning and Reese relaxes into the hand holding him in place. It was worth taking a chance for.
#1 by Furyan Goddess at February 25th, 2008
That was very hot… I like these two together and you should write more of them together…
#2 by BlackBirch at February 25th, 2008
Thank you! And I plan to, when I have time. At the moment RL work is kicking my ass, so it’ll have to wait a while to be set on print. Stories are alive and kicking in my head though *g*
#3 by newtson at April 16th, 2008
The only real problems are gramatical and mixed up tenses. It wont take much to iron them out; you’ve let it sit long enough to be able to work them out on your own if you want to. If not, I’m more than happy to beta for you, although I’ve never edited someone’s work without meeting them face to face.
#4 by BlackBirch at April 17th, 2008
Hello newtson,
thanks for the comments. It’s always interesting to hear what people think.
Reg the errors - as I’m not a native speaker of English it’s not sure I’ll actualy notice them at all. Swedish is a lot different from English grammar. I’d be happy to have the stories betaread. If you want to you can contact me blackbirch.net at gmail
I have a busy workschedule though so I might not be quick to do the editing, but if you’re ok with not so swift communication…
#5 by J at April 3rd, 2010
wow, very hot! Great touch with the dom/sub side - not overboard and feels fresh.