Hey everybody! Thanks for taking the time to read my story.

Summary: Vaako finds himself craving not only the new Lord Marshals approval, but his attention. Once he gets it, though, he's not sure what to do with it! Luckily, Riddick's more than happy to play a little game with him until he figures it out.

This story is set after Chronicles of Riddick and basically disregards the latest movie entirely. It's told from both Riddick and Vaako's point of view (which I know you're not really supposed to do) because I feel that the story gets across better at certain points in the eyes of either/both men.

I'm not really a writer, and this is my first story so, sorry if it sucks. I tried to make sure there are no spelling or grammatical errors so if there are, apparently they were meant to be!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters from Riddick, only my story. Furthermore, this story is rated R for a reason. There is strong language and maleXmale scenes in later chapters so if that's not your cup of tea you're gonna wanna hit the back button. Enjoy!

Riddick

The weeks after Kyras death had been difficult. Not only had I lost the only person I'd really ever cared about, but I'd also been dealing with all the Lord Marshal duties and ceremony bullshit that came with the title. For a while I'd considered jumping ship and letting them duke it out for top position. Couple more dead Necros wouldn't hurt...

In the end I decided to stay and take the position as Lord Marshal. I owed Kyra that much. So, after taking care of the funeral I'd begun the long and arduous process of learning how to walk, talk, and act like a Necromonger. Granted, I'd dismissed probably half of their customs and made some major changes, but I figured I should at least learn how they did things before I told them it wasn't happening.

Vaako

The last few weeks had been irritating as hell. Our new Lord Marshal had, despite our history, decided to keep me on as First. While I was pleased about that, it meant the unfortunate task of preparing him as Lord Marshal fell to me. On top of that my bitch of a wife had shown her true colors and any love I might still have had for her had gone out the window along with her constant whining about my failure to kill the previous Lord Marshal. Short of killing her, though, I was stuck with her. Divorce wasn't part of the Necromonger way and that was a bleak future I was NOT excited about.

The process hadn't been all bad, I guess. Riddick was actually a pretty fast learner, and when he wasn't playing my nerves to entertain himself, we actually got along pretty decently. Lately, I've even found myself preferring his company over anyone else's because he doesn't care about the stifling politics; the dance every Necromonger felt the need to perform. It could be refreshing and almost relaxing, if I didn't consider the predatory feeling rolling off of him or his hellhounds. Despite everything, he was a strong, confident leader who did his job. Even if it was in his own way.

Still, there was tension among the community over his dismissal of Necromonger law and customs. Many now saw him as wrong, cursed... illegitimate. There had been assassination attempts, among other things. No one had succeeded; or even come close, really, but the problems were getting worse. Attempts more frequent. it needed to be addressed.

My best hope now was to try and find a solution in today's council meeting. Easier said than done, unfortunately. The Elite were bad enough, many of them sharing the opinion of the other Necromongers, but the real problem was Riddick. Unsurprisingly, he didn't care much for the meetings which tended to be long and arduous, and his attempts at entertaining himself had gotten more creative and frustrating.

Shaking my head at the thought I took the final few steps into the council room and was greeted with some of the other commanders, the head purifier, and our Lord. Thankfully, his hounds were not around, as I had recently convinced him to keep them in his chambers so we wouldn't be dealing with any more mangled bodies. They made it difficult to do any work, as they tended to cause a lack of focus amongst the group. Though no one would admit their fear, the entire group had become weak, and today, I needed their attention.

As I took my seat next to Riddick I couldn't help but notice he looked more feral than normal, which didn't bode well. Mentally preparing myself to be the wall between him and the others, I straightened up, offering an obligatory "hello, my Lord" before turning to face the commander coming through the door. With him in his seat it was time to begin.

Sorry this was kind of a boring and extremely short chapter, but I'm trying to get things set up so I can start creating the dynamic between Vaako and Riddick. Eventually this is going to turn into a battle of wits and sexual deviancy to see who breaks first, but for now, not so much.

Please message me personally or leave a review if you guys have any ideas for some of the following chapters or any advice in general. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story!