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Title: Bent
Author: Arabwel
Fandom: Pitch Black/Chronicles of Riddick
Pairing: Riddick/Vaako
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Riddick bends Vaako
Warning: Manshagging, bonding, nonconnish - also, unbetaed, so porobably has lots of random idiocy...
Dedication: to hoarmurath; quid pro quo
You keep what you kill.
Never before had Vaako so hated the credo that he had lived al his life by. Never before had the words sounded so hollow, so untrue… for he knew that by right it should have been him who landed the final blow, the one who would lead his people… not Riddick. Not the strange furian who had brought everything into chaos.
Vaako sat alone in his chambers, not bothering with the lights. There was not much he cared to see these days… not the frippery still left behind after his wife had died screaming. She had been a good match for him, politically speaking, and he did not mourn her loss unlike he would have mourned the loss of a loved one - no, he mourned the loss of a tool, and raged against the furian who had taken what was his.
His hand clenched into a fist around the glass, but he did not care of the shards biting into the gauntlet. He felt the blind, smoldering frustration and fury that was coalescing in the pit of his stomach in a sickening fashion…
Then he felt it. The unmistakable tint of wrongness - what many called a sixth sense, what had made him a successful warrior and ensured his swift rise amongst the Necromongers. He felt that that something was utterly and irrevocably not right…
He knew he was right when he was suddenly sent flying into the wall, a flash of wicked light the only thing in the darkness.
“Riddick,” he spat as she scrambled up from the floor, his ears ringing. “My Lord…”
Another lightning-fast strike silenced him, and the fury he’d felt redoubled; instinctively, he lashed out, his hand connecting with solid muscle.
Riddick didn’t even grunt, but spun away, and Vaako felt another blow coming, twisting aside so that he was only grazed,. Instead of sprawling to the floor, he spun around to face Riddick again… only to be thrown down by a swift, ruthless kick.
“You say the words, Vaako, but I am not hearing any respect,” the furian’s voice drawled, and Vaako silently cursed the lack of light. Had he bothered to turn it on, he wouldn’t be…. Quite as overpowered as he was now. He was not foolish enough to think he would be Riddick’s equal under any circumstances, but here, in the pitch-black darkness he stood no chance whatsoever.
“My lord,” he began, again, trying to rise, but the kick had been well placed; his leg felt numb, the nerves dead. He could tell it was not permanent, but he would not be standing - moving, fighting - for at time.
”Don’t bullshit me, Vaako,” Riddick growled, and suddenly, the necromaonger found himself being yanked up and slammed against the wall, Riddick’s large hand like a vise around his throat. He clawed at the harm ineffectively, the lack of blood and air making him dizzy…..
Fuck.
Riddick’s thumb was rubbing his mark in slow circles, sending a strange shiver down his spine. It could not be happeneing, but he knew his face was flushing with more than just trapped blood when he felt a sickening tendril of arousal worm it’s way through his spine.
“You call me your lord but I am not. You show respect that you do not have. When I’m through with you,” Riddick hissed, “You will.”
“Never,” the young man spat, his dark eyes staring at the wicked pinpricks of light that passed for Riddick’s eyes. “Furian.”
“We shall see.”
Again, Vaako was slammed against the wall… and then he knew no more.
**
His eyes flew open, only to see darkness… or rather, see nothing since there had been no chance at all except for the feeling of cool air on his eyeballs.
Instinctively he tried to get up, only to realize that he was tied down; there were shackles strong enough to hold any man - or beast - wrapped around his wrists and ankles, holding him down.
He swore silently, tilting his head, halting his breath, spreading out his remaining senses... and knew that he was no alone. He knew Riddick was there, looking at him with those wicked eyes.
“Foolish boy,” the words came close, too close - again, the hand squeezed around his throat - the thumb stroking along his mark.
Vaako shuddered, straining against his bonds. The - bed? - he was on dipped as Riddick gracefully settled next to him, the hand tight but not constricting.
”I am not a boy!” Vaako growled, clenching his teeth.
“You are whatever I say you are!” the slap came, fast and hard, a backhand that lit the darkness with blooming sparks.
“Never!” Vaako spat; he could taste blood, but could not tell if it was from his mouth of his nose… both hurt, far too much than they should have.
Again, Riddick backhanded him. “Quiet.”
“Fuck you!” Vaako spat.
“I’d say not,” Riddick drawled, releasing his grip and snatching the front of Vaako’s shirt. It tore sickeningly easily, leaving his chest bare in the cool air. He shivered, unnerved… he fervently hoped he was wrong; that Riddick was not going to….
”What’s this?” the voice was amused, and Vaako froze. When the strong fingers closed around a nipple, mock-gently tugging at the cold metal piercing, he knew that he was, quite literally, fucked.
“Not yet,”
Oh hell… had he spoken aloud?
The mock-caress became a sharp tug, and he arched his back; there was a reason why he had the piercing, but right now he regretted it because oh fuck no he didn’t want to get instantly hard and hear a soft, near-whimpering noise escape his lips…
The fingers tugged at the ring, rolled the rapidly peaking nipple expertly, forcibly drawing noises from Vaako; the young man was biting his lip, clenching his teeth, his fingers scrabbling for something to hold so that his nails would not tear his palms... and all the bastard was doing to him was playing with the damned piercing!
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Riddick’s hand slid down, squeezing at the bulge in Vaako’s trousers…. It was as if the furian could read his mind! Oh, hell… he couldn’t think, not when a hot hand was roughly squeezing him… He made a noise, a protest, a plea, he did not know.
He was silenced when his throat was clasped again, a thumb now rubbing the opposite mark; the dual simulation made tears well up in his eyes; it was so fucking humiliating that the furian bastard could make him so hot and hard so fucking easily!
He didn’t resist when Riddick tore off rest of his clothes; he couldn’t. And not only because he was bound, not because there was nothing he could do… but because he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to resist and he hated it, hated the way he was arching into the touch… hated the way it was so cold-blooded and efficient, intent on wringing every bit of response out of his body….
Fingers ghosted across his lips, sweeping away the blood, before reaching down between his legs. Vaako froze his breath hitching, he had known Riddick would do this, would do what no man had ever dared to even try - and that frightened him. Frightened him beyond belief.
He whimpered, a muffled plea of denial escaping his lips. He felt ashamed of himself, oh the terror creeping up on him unlike in any battle he had ever fought… he was not afraid of death nor pain, but this,… oh hell, it was so fucked up, the way it felt so good when brutal fingers entered him, slick with his own blood, the way Riddick’s voice murmuring that he was too good to ruin sent a deep shudder through Vaako…
**
Riddick smiled at the shudder. He was serious when he said Vaako was too good to ruin; not just a good fighter but pretty as well, and once the impertinence was fucked out of him, a good second as well.
Not to mention bed partner.
Riddick was fed up with the necromonger women; none came even close to Kyra, being shallow and vacuous, or shallow and vicious as that bitch of Vaako’s had been.
Vaako, on the other hand, was anything but shallow - and he was far enough from Kyra that he would never be a replacement… Riddick liked that. He also liked the little noises quite a fucking lot, and the way slick walls clamped around his fingers told him that there was much more enjoyment in order.
Vaako groaned when his hand withdrew, arching his back when Riddick tweaked that interesting little ring again. Quickly, the furian unfastened his trousers, freeing his hard cock.
He knew Vaako could not see him, not in the pitch-black darkness, but the sharp intake of breath told him that the man’s other senses were implacable.
Riddick smirked as he knelt on the bed, his rough hands grasping slim hips, tilting Vaako to a better position; there was no struggle, just knife-edge tension.
When Riddick sheathed himself with one quick move, Vaako screamed.
**
it hurt, it hurt a fucking lot, burning, tearing, filling him, making him feel like he was being split in two… Riddick was on top of him, blunt teeth raking over his skin, biting, lapping, leaving bloody marks and wet trails.
It hurt like hell… and he was hard as rock.
He gasped and moaned and squirmed, begged for more, for touch, for friction, for anything - tears flowed down his face, the helpless anger and shame coalescing to blind-white pangs of sensation coursing through his veins. He didn’t want to want this so fucking much, didn’t want to mewl and beg like a common whore! He was a lord, not some catamite… even if that was what Riddick was making him!
But fuck, it felt so good… the pain came with intense, shocking pleasure; the feel of hot breath against his skin as Riddick grunted clutching him hard enough to surely bruise -he never bruised! - was!
A hand clamped around Vaako’s throbbing cock, and he let out an incoherent sound of thanks, his hips jerking into the touch… when Riddick stilled.
“Who am I?” the furian growled, squeezing hard, still buried deep within Vaako’s body, his lips not an inch from the young man’s ear.
“Riddick!” Vaako cried out. “You’re… Riddick!”
“Yes… but what else am I?” The tug at his hard flesh was brutal, much more painful than pleasurable.
“You…. You are my Lord!” Vaako choked out, the words filling him with shame…he had called Riddick that countless times, the words as hollow to himself as they had been to the furian… but now, for the first time, he meant them… meant them with all his being:
“That’s right, boy… I am your Lord. You belong to me. You obey me. You respect me!”
“Yes!” Vaako cried, arching his back as Riddick’s hips snapped forward, brutally. “Yes,” he sobbed, when the punishing thrust commenced again, and the rough hand worked his cock.
“Yes,” he whimpered, when the dual sensation became too much to bear, liquid fire igniting in the base of his spine and coursing forward, outward, to the tips of his toes and the top f his head, swirling along his nipples and making his marks throb before blind-white light turned his world inside out.
He choked and gasped as his body was wrecked with pleasure; he could hear Riddick growl, a, noise more beast than man, but only dimly… but he could feel warmth exploding inside him as his Lord, too, came.
**
Riddick panted, withdrawing his spent cock from Vaako’s shuddering body. It had been better than he had expected, and he knew that soon he would take the necromonger again… he decided it was a good thing Vaako had enjoyed; now that the dark eyes were dilated and the bloody lips parted, he looked even more appealing to Riddick’s gaze.
With a smirk, he leaned forward to claim the soft lips in a brutal kiss, thrusting his tongue into the hot mouth, feeling his arousal stir anew. The way Vaako was till struggling weakly, bent yet not broken at his hands was one hell of a turn-on; brutal pleasure thrilled him just as much as brutal violence did.
A quick grope affirmed him that Vaako was still enjoying this - good. A hard squeeze brought forth a moan, one that was lost in the kiss but felt nevertheless. The moan was reminiscent of the ones that the piercing had brought forth, making Riddick decide that he’d make sure the other got a similar one…
He released Vaako’s cock, gathering the swiftly cooled mess on the necromonger’s stomach to slick himself again: this time, his entrance was easier, but Vaako’s reaction no less intense…. He swallowed a scream in the kiss, feeling Vaako tense and shudder around his cock.
He began to thrust, long and hard, the pace slow but no less forceful than before; this time, he’d get to savor the feeling without having to interrupt himself; Vaako now knew his place, and Riddick could enjoy this to the fullest.
Who knew, maybe he’d even untie the necromonger before the night was out.
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And this can be consiered a public sevice announcement: Write me Enriquefic (Lorenzofic also counts *wink*) and I shall write for you :P
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
My dear darling friend wrote me this; a nice Enrique/you fic that does need that beta, but is pretty decent anyway :)
And as a response, I wrote her this....
*drumroll*
Title: Bent
Author: Arabwel
Fandom: Pitch Black/Chronicles of Riddick
Pairing: Riddick/Vaako
Rating:NC-17
Summary: Riddick bends Vaako
Warning: Manshagging, bonding, nonconnish - also, unbetaed, so porobably has lots of random idiocy...
Dedication: to hoarmurath; quid pro quo
You keep what you kill.
Never before had Vaako so hated the credo that he had lived al his life by. Never before had the words sounded so hollow, so untrue… for he knew that by right it should have been him who landed the final blow, the one who would lead his people… not Riddick. Not the strange furian who had brought everything into chaos.
Vaako sat alone in his chambers, not bothering with the lights. There was not much he cared to see these days… not the frippery still left behind after his wife had died screaming. She had been a good match for him, politically speaking, and he did not mourn her loss unlike he would have mourned the loss of a loved one - no, he mourned the loss of a tool, and raged against the furian who had taken what was his.
His hand clenched into a fist around the glass, but he did not care of the shards biting into the gauntlet. He felt the blind, smoldering frustration and fury that was coalescing in the pit of his stomach in a sickening fashion…
Then he felt it. The unmistakable tint of wrongness - what many called a sixth sense, what had made him a successful warrior and ensured his swift rise amongst the Necromongers. He felt that that something was utterly and irrevocably not right…
He knew he was right when he was suddenly sent flying into the wall, a flash of wicked light the only thing in the darkness.
“Riddick,” he spat as she scrambled up from the floor, his ears ringing. “My Lord…”
Another lightning-fast strike silenced him, and the fury he’d felt redoubled; instinctively, he lashed out, his hand connecting with solid muscle.
Riddick didn’t even grunt, but spun away, and Vaako felt another blow coming, twisting aside so that he was only grazed,. Instead of sprawling to the floor, he spun around to face Riddick again… only to be thrown down by a swift, ruthless kick.
“You say the words, Vaako, but I am not hearing any respect,” the furian’s voice drawled, and Vaako silently cursed the lack of light. Had he bothered to turn it on, he wouldn’t be…. Quite as overpowered as he was now. He was not foolish enough to think he would be Riddick’s equal under any circumstances, but here, in the pitch-black darkness he stood no chance whatsoever.
“My lord,” he began, again, trying to rise, but the kick had been well placed; his leg felt numb, the nerves dead. He could tell it was not permanent, but he would not be standing - moving, fighting - for at time.
”Don’t bullshit me, Vaako,” Riddick growled, and suddenly, the necromaonger found himself being yanked up and slammed against the wall, Riddick’s large hand like a vise around his throat. He clawed at the harm ineffectively, the lack of blood and air making him dizzy…..
Fuck.
Riddick’s thumb was rubbing his mark in slow circles, sending a strange shiver down his spine. It could not be happeneing, but he knew his face was flushing with more than just trapped blood when he felt a sickening tendril of arousal worm it’s way through his spine.
“You call me your lord but I am not. You show respect that you do not have. When I’m through with you,” Riddick hissed, “You will.”
“Never,” the young man spat, his dark eyes staring at the wicked pinpricks of light that passed for Riddick’s eyes. “Furian.”
“We shall see.”
Again, Vaako was slammed against the wall… and then he knew no more.
**
His eyes flew open, only to see darkness… or rather, see nothing since there had been no chance at all except for the feeling of cool air on his eyeballs.
Instinctively he tried to get up, only to realize that he was tied down; there were shackles strong enough to hold any man - or beast - wrapped around his wrists and ankles, holding him down.
He swore silently, tilting his head, halting his breath, spreading out his remaining senses... and knew that he was no alone. He knew Riddick was there, looking at him with those wicked eyes.
“Foolish boy,” the words came close, too close - again, the hand squeezed around his throat - the thumb stroking along his mark.
Vaako shuddered, straining against his bonds. The - bed? - he was on dipped as Riddick gracefully settled next to him, the hand tight but not constricting.
”I am not a boy!” Vaako growled, clenching his teeth.
“You are whatever I say you are!” the slap came, fast and hard, a backhand that lit the darkness with blooming sparks.
“Never!” Vaako spat; he could taste blood, but could not tell if it was from his mouth of his nose… both hurt, far too much than they should have.
Again, Riddick backhanded him. “Quiet.”
“Fuck you!” Vaako spat.
“I’d say not,” Riddick drawled, releasing his grip and snatching the front of Vaako’s shirt. It tore sickeningly easily, leaving his chest bare in the cool air. He shivered, unnerved… he fervently hoped he was wrong; that Riddick was not going to….
”What’s this?” the voice was amused, and Vaako froze. When the strong fingers closed around a nipple, mock-gently tugging at the cold metal piercing, he knew that he was, quite literally, fucked.
“Not yet,”
Oh hell… had he spoken aloud?
The mock-caress became a sharp tug, and he arched his back; there was a reason why he had the piercing, but right now he regretted it because oh fuck no he didn’t want to get instantly hard and hear a soft, near-whimpering noise escape his lips…
The fingers tugged at the ring, rolled the rapidly peaking nipple expertly, forcibly drawing noises from Vaako; the young man was biting his lip, clenching his teeth, his fingers scrabbling for something to hold so that his nails would not tear his palms... and all the bastard was doing to him was playing with the damned piercing!
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Riddick’s hand slid down, squeezing at the bulge in Vaako’s trousers…. It was as if the furian could read his mind! Oh, hell… he couldn’t think, not when a hot hand was roughly squeezing him… He made a noise, a protest, a plea, he did not know.
He was silenced when his throat was clasped again, a thumb now rubbing the opposite mark; the dual simulation made tears well up in his eyes; it was so fucking humiliating that the furian bastard could make him so hot and hard so fucking easily!
He didn’t resist when Riddick tore off rest of his clothes; he couldn’t. And not only because he was bound, not because there was nothing he could do… but because he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to resist and he hated it, hated the way he was arching into the touch… hated the way it was so cold-blooded and efficient, intent on wringing every bit of response out of his body….
Fingers ghosted across his lips, sweeping away the blood, before reaching down between his legs. Vaako froze his breath hitching, he had known Riddick would do this, would do what no man had ever dared to even try - and that frightened him. Frightened him beyond belief.
He whimpered, a muffled plea of denial escaping his lips. He felt ashamed of himself, oh the terror creeping up on him unlike in any battle he had ever fought… he was not afraid of death nor pain, but this,… oh hell, it was so fucked up, the way it felt so good when brutal fingers entered him, slick with his own blood, the way Riddick’s voice murmuring that he was too good to ruin sent a deep shudder through Vaako…
**
Riddick smiled at the shudder. He was serious when he said Vaako was too good to ruin; not just a good fighter but pretty as well, and once the impertinence was fucked out of him, a good second as well.
Not to mention bed partner.
Riddick was fed up with the necromonger women; none came even close to Kyra, being shallow and vacuous, or shallow and vicious as that bitch of Vaako’s had been.
Vaako, on the other hand, was anything but shallow - and he was far enough from Kyra that he would never be a replacement… Riddick liked that. He also liked the little noises quite a fucking lot, and the way slick walls clamped around his fingers told him that there was much more enjoyment in order.
Vaako groaned when his hand withdrew, arching his back when Riddick tweaked that interesting little ring again. Quickly, the furian unfastened his trousers, freeing his hard cock.
He knew Vaako could not see him, not in the pitch-black darkness, but the sharp intake of breath told him that the man’s other senses were implacable.
Riddick smirked as he knelt on the bed, his rough hands grasping slim hips, tilting Vaako to a better position; there was no struggle, just knife-edge tension.
When Riddick sheathed himself with one quick move, Vaako screamed.
**
it hurt, it hurt a fucking lot, burning, tearing, filling him, making him feel like he was being split in two… Riddick was on top of him, blunt teeth raking over his skin, biting, lapping, leaving bloody marks and wet trails.
It hurt like hell… and he was hard as rock.
He gasped and moaned and squirmed, begged for more, for touch, for friction, for anything - tears flowed down his face, the helpless anger and shame coalescing to blind-white pangs of sensation coursing through his veins. He didn’t want to want this so fucking much, didn’t want to mewl and beg like a common whore! He was a lord, not some catamite… even if that was what Riddick was making him!
But fuck, it felt so good… the pain came with intense, shocking pleasure; the feel of hot breath against his skin as Riddick grunted clutching him hard enough to surely bruise -he never bruised! - was!
A hand clamped around Vaako’s throbbing cock, and he let out an incoherent sound of thanks, his hips jerking into the touch… when Riddick stilled.
“Who am I?” the furian growled, squeezing hard, still buried deep within Vaako’s body, his lips not an inch from the young man’s ear.
“Riddick!” Vaako cried out. “You’re… Riddick!”
“Yes… but what else am I?” The tug at his hard flesh was brutal, much more painful than pleasurable.
“You…. You are my Lord!” Vaako choked out, the words filling him with shame…he had called Riddick that countless times, the words as hollow to himself as they had been to the furian… but now, for the first time, he meant them… meant them with all his being:
“That’s right, boy… I am your Lord. You belong to me. You obey me. You respect me!”
“Yes!” Vaako cried, arching his back as Riddick’s hips snapped forward, brutally. “Yes,” he sobbed, when the punishing thrust commenced again, and the rough hand worked his cock.
“Yes,” he whimpered, when the dual sensation became too much to bear, liquid fire igniting in the base of his spine and coursing forward, outward, to the tips of his toes and the top f his head, swirling along his nipples and making his marks throb before blind-white light turned his world inside out.
He choked and gasped as his body was wrecked with pleasure; he could hear Riddick growl, a, noise more beast than man, but only dimly… but he could feel warmth exploding inside him as his Lord, too, came.
**
Riddick panted, withdrawing his spent cock from Vaako’s shuddering body. It had been better than he had expected, and he knew that soon he would take the necromonger again… he decided it was a good thing Vaako had enjoyed; now that the dark eyes were dilated and the bloody lips parted, he looked even more appealing to Riddick’s gaze.
With a smirk, he leaned forward to claim the soft lips in a brutal kiss, thrusting his tongue into the hot mouth, feeling his arousal stir anew. The way Vaako was till struggling weakly, bent yet not broken at his hands was one hell of a turn-on; brutal pleasure thrilled him just as much as brutal violence did.
A quick grope affirmed him that Vaako was still enjoying this - good. A hard squeeze brought forth a moan, one that was lost in the kiss but felt nevertheless. The moan was reminiscent of the ones that the piercing had brought forth, making Riddick decide that he’d make sure the other got a similar one…
He released Vaako’s cock, gathering the swiftly cooled mess on the necromonger’s stomach to slick himself again: this time, his entrance was easier, but Vaako’s reaction no less intense…. He swallowed a scream in the kiss, feeling Vaako tense and shudder around his cock.
He began to thrust, long and hard, the pace slow but no less forceful than before; this time, he’d get to savor the feeling without having to interrupt himself; Vaako now knew his place, and Riddick could enjoy this to the fullest.
Who knew, maybe he’d even untie the necromonger before the night was out.
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And this can be consiered a public sevice announcement: Write me Enriquefic (Lorenzofic also counts *wink*) and I shall write for you :P