Warning: for blood, gore, death, language and M/M SLASH oral and anal sex. Mild bondage.
Author: Furyan Goddess and IceSamZero
Title: A Reason
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Pitch Black
Disclaimer: We do not own anyone or anything from the Riddick/Pitch Black 'verse. Or any of the still photos and caps used in this story. We are doing it for pure fun and slashy goodness. We make no money from this now, or in the future.
Pairing: Johns/Riddick
Summery: A new twist to a story we all love
Feedback: YES please, IceSamZero and FG both worked very hard on this and would love to know what you think.
Archive: VX, IceSamZero and Furyan Goddess. All others ask.
Author's Notes: Big hugs to Elaine for beta
Written in 1st person, IceSamZero wrote Riddick and Furyan Goddess wrote Johns
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Riddick is Bold
Johns is standard
Cold.
Dark.
Blind.
Pain.
They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep.
All but the primitive side. The animal side.
No wonder I'm still awake.
Long ride. Sounds of the ship, of space. Shit bouncin' around inside, bouncin' off the hull outside. Micrometeorites, dust, ice.
Floating.
Transporting me with civilians, sounded like forty, forty plus.
Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route?
Smelled the woman. Sweat, boots, toolbelt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers, an' they only take the back roads.
Riddick. Richard B. Convict, chained up an' down, bit in the mouth. Picked up on Aquila Major, headed nowhere. Just away.
An' here's my real problem. Mister Johns. Blue-Eyed Devil. Chained up too, in 'is locker. Chained by somethin' you can't see. Somethin' I gave 'im.
Packed like sardines, tight tin can plowin' through the stars, slow as hell. Slottin' me up with the bait.
Plannin' on takin' me back ta slam.
Teeth hurt. Jaw hurts. Mouth hurts.
Only this time he picked a ghost lane.
Long time between stops. Long time for something to go wrong.
When it does, I just wait it out, an' listen' to the panic start.
Sounds. Pressure change. Alarms. Air.
Gravity.
Clench on the bit.
Heat. So fuckin' hot.
Slam, jerk an' spin. We're spinning.
Wind.
Atmo.
Deck tiltin', draggin' ass.
Feel eyes. His eyes on me. Shit's goin' down' an' first thing he does is check on me.
Hate tries to drown out everthin' but the patience comes back, calms me down. All I can do is wait. See what happens.
Hear him come out. I would too, if I could.
Wait. Levelin' out.
Speed. Heat. Wind. Panic.
Wait.
Slam. Dirtside.
Brightness.
Slowdown. Silence. Hot. Still.
Locker's open. Chain at my feet loose from the bolt in the floor. Emergency releases at the neck.
Hobbled like a dog, but out.
Hard to move, can't see. Hard to breathe.
Know he'll come lookin'. Know he'll find me.
Have to be ready for him.
Take his gun. Go down, away. Find a dark spot, bottom a the wreck. Drop the gun. Climb.
Wait.
Voices, civvies diggin' for survivors. Metal. Names.
Wait.
There.
He's here.
Smell him. Hear 'im. Wait.
There, under...
Now.
Drop the ankles, twist an' put the chain 'round 'is neck. Squeeze. Hang. Wait.
Hits me with the stick. Gets me good. I don't let go. Hurts.
Soon.
He stops hitting. Leans forward, pulls us. Cables can't support us both.
Cable snaps. I fall.
He's loose. I grind my teeth into the bit an' wait.
Chains me up, again. Like a fuckin' dog. Hear somebody screamin'. Somebody dyin'. Know he's watchin'.
He's told to leave an' he does. Stops, looks at me.
Wait.
My name's Johns, William J., and for the last few months, I've been tracking a mark all around the universe. Riddick, Richard B., and he's one crazy motherfucker. Couple months back, he caught up to me and I took a shiv to the back. I like to think of it as a little love bite from him. If he wanted me dead, I would be. Riddick don't miss. After a few more weeks of playing catch, I got 'im, with the help of a couple of kids.
Loaded him up to take him to slam on the Hunter-Gratzner and as our luck would have it, crash landed on some asshole of a planet. Nothing but death around here. Riddick'll be right at home.
He took my gun, tried to hide but I found him. I'll aways find him. Know 'im like I know the back of my hand. Know the way his mind works. Somethin' broken up there, same as me.
We tussled but I got the advantage. I got the stick and he's in chains. Lean forward, feel the cables give and we both go down. Use him to break my fall. Why not, no sense in me takin' his weight too.
One of us is gonna get hurt one of these days and it ain't gonna be me.
Now he's chained to a pole 'till he decides to play nice again. So, there he is, cuffed, blindfolded and with a bit in his mouth. He's where he should be. Restrained like an animal. He knows I'm here. He knows I'm watchin' him. I like watchin'. Just tried to watch one of the crewies die, but the bitch of a pilot kicked me out. 'S ok, I got what I needed anyway. One of the things I crave. Now, it's time to get the other.
Stand here and watch 'im and I know that the fucker knows I want him. He knows me as good as I know him. What he doesn't know is that I know he wants me too.
Sure, we've never fucked before. Never had the time, but I can tell. I bet his cock's hard for me like mine is for him.
Fuckin' chains. I can deal with fuckin' chains and the fuckin' blindfold. But the bit...he knows I hate it, and I hate that he knows.
I hate William fuckin' Johns. I hate the way the fucker's like a dog with a bone. The way he looks at me with those goddamn blue eyes like he knows. Hate the way he lives and breathes.
The way he smells, the way he talks with that stupid accent. Soft voice. Nickel-slick badge. Blue uniform.
Hair, just the right length for grabbin'. Holdin' his head still, holding his fuckin' mouth where I want him.
Shoulders ache. Been in that box too long. Now my arms are pulled 'round back, tied to a fuckin' pole. Breath harsh on my lips, can't lick 'em.
Almost can't see, but just under the blindfold, in the dim, I can sense him. He's watching me.
He's flexing his arms, probably hurt like a bitch. Muscles bulge, breathing harsh. He's pissed. I chuckle. I can't help it. I love to get to him, just like he does me. I owe him. Still in pain from the shot in the back, now I got to juice up to get through the day.
I stand over him and he raises his head slightly. "Not so tough are you now, Riddick?"
I crouch down and remove the bit. "Whatcha think? I'd just let you go? Let you have your freedom so you can go for the sweet spot again?"
My eyes drop lower and I grin. He can't hide his hard cock from me. Not with the way those pants cling to him. "You plan on doin' somethin' with 'dat?"
He's standin' over me and I know why. Wants to be on top, hold it over my head. I can out-wait his lily-white ass all day at this shit. I can take him watching me, knowing my arms hurt. I can deal. Can tune out his bullshit.
Then he crouches in front of me and I have to stop a flinch. Dunno why and not gonna think about it. His hands are almost gentle as he takes the bit outta my mouth, and for a sec I forget to bite his hand.
Ah, the sweet spot. Got me a taste of that once, Johns. Don't think I won't do it again.
I'm tuning out his voice, his scent; his goddamn smirk I can hear. 'M I plannin' on doin' somethin' with this? With what?
My stomach turns and I hate him more. I didn't even know I was hard till he fuckin' said it, and I hate bein' caught off guard more than bein' betrayed by my own fuckin' body because it's him that caught me.
Has me.
I hate that he fuckin' knows it. My whole body's been hard, been strainin'. Freedom. I need that like other people need air. They can sit on a fuckin' ship in the dark for months so long as they got their stupid books and music and air. Me, I need freedom.
I cover up by givin' him lip. Gonna make him regret he took the fuckin' bit out. "Yeah," I say, voice rough. "Bend over and I'll fuckin' show ya, Billy Boy."
He laughs at me.
Wasn't until I said that that I realize I'd want to bend him over. That I want to fuck him, but it's to make him hurt, make him feel it, put it to his fuckin' ass like the bitch he is. Hold him down, listen to him groan...
Fuck. I hate that Johns knows. I hate that he knows me.
Keep tellin' yourself that, Dicky Boy. You want me, you just haven't figured it out yet. But I have. And it kills you, doesn't it? Knowin' that I know. That I don't need to scent the lust to know you want me.
Your body betrays you. All those years of discipline, years of hiding yourself from the world. Well, you can't hide from me, Riddick. I know you as good as you know yourself. Maybe better.
"Bend me over? Humm, not sure you're in the position to be doin' that. Tell you what? How 'bout I take my dick out and you can suck it, just to get a taste of what's gonna be rammed up your ass soon?"
I don't think he liked that answer. Oh well. Can't imagine it'll be the first time he takes a cock up the ass. Not with all the time he's spent in slam. Shit, they don't call it slam for nothin'.
I step closer, unzip my pants and wait for him to raise his head.
He steps closer to me and I feel myself tighten in anticipation. An old feeling. Familiar. Everything gets both tense and looser, ready for action.
I hear him unzip. Fuck, does he actually think I'm gonna suck his fuckin' cock? That I ain't gonna bite it off the second his prick gets near my teeth?
I'm so mad I bet I couldn't see straight without the blind. But now I smell him, really smell him, and he smells...
Fuck, he smells good. My mouth is watering and I squeeze my eyes shut against it. Against all of this. Here I thought he was always jawin' bout how I fucked with people's heads. And now he wants to fuck mine. Fuck me.
Fuck. Fuck you, Johns. "Fuck you," I snarled. Cept it came out quiet. Strangled. Came out a fuckin' whisper.
He's quiet. I expect him to be talkin' it up, jerkin' me around till I open up for him. Taunt me, tell me how he knows I like it. But he doesn't say anything and I can hear him breathing, short little pants. Huh. Sounds like his control ain't the only one slippin' 'round here.
I feel him waiting. Wonder if he's afraid I'll bite. If it gives him a thrill. Makes him hotter.
The same heat that's in my own cock, hard as fuckin' iron. I wet my lips without thinkin' about it. Nervous motion. I'm not in control and he knows it.
I know it.
I feel something, quick, against my bottom lip. He's just touched my mouth with his dick, and it left a sticky wet spot. I don't even think to snap. I keep my mouth shut tight, and my lips draw thin but then the sticky drop is on them both and before I can think about it my tongue flicks out again, and I hear him inhale above me.
Salt. Sweat. He tastes good.
I lower my head, lips thinned out now. I can't let him have this.
Can't want it. If I bit him he'd probably like it, the sick fucker. Like it as much as I'd like the way his taste mixed with his blood.
He's resisting me. Figured he would. Wouldn't be Riddick if he didn't resist. Didn't make me force my hand. I step closer and my cock grazes his cheek. His head turns slightly, but enough to make me stifle a grin. No time for games. Not with us both in this position. He could bite me. Hurt me. Make it so I can't ever fuck again.
His jaw's strong from bitin' down on bits for extended periods of time. I've seen the muscles in his jaw jerk and twitch while he was doing it.
His nose is against my balls now, getting a good scent of me. He breathes deep again before I feel something warm and wet stroke against the dusting of hair on them.
My turn to clench. A sharp breath and all movement is stilled. From me. From him.
We wait. Holding our breath. Afraid and excited about what will come next.
Will he give in? Suck me? Bite me?
His chin reluctantly raises and I pull back a step so the head of my cock is once again level with his mouth. His lips part and I ease slowly forward.
Sometimes shit takes over, and I've learned it's gonna happen whether I want it or not. Sometimes you gotta cut and run, sometimes you gotta put your back to the fuckin' wall and give till your last breath. Shit happens the way it does. I know someday it's gonna end one way or the other, and I can admit I ain't ready to die, but I accept it's gonna happen. Just not yet.
I can accept shit. But this, I can't. I can't accept that I want...this.
Him. I want him.
His scent was so strong I licked him. Had to, couldn't stop no more than I could stop breathin'. I felt him still, then felt him go frozen. Waiting, something slidin' through my gut. A different kind of anticipation. Somethin' hot an' cold, slick and hard.
I can smell his fear again, and I know he's gettin' off on it.
I open my mouth, and he leans into me.
The first touch, my lip's dry, and he catches. Smooth skin.
Suddenly my jaw clenches so hard it hurts, hurts bad. After fuck knows how long of the bit in my mouth. I open up again, slow. Let my jaw fall, just...enough.
I maybe woulda expected him to shove in, all at once. Gag me so I couldn't bite him. That's what I'd do, if I felt a bite start. Slam inside, so all he could do is gasp for air that ain't comin'.
Maybe he knows this, but it's slow. Just a taste. Damn renegade body again, I'm tonguing the slit. Get another flash of the salty sweet, and he's pushing more forward now. I can see him, almost. I can't see, but I can imagine him, head bent to watch, blue eyes gone dark in the middle, pale at the edges in the light. Watching his cock move past my lips, just...there.
He's in my mouth, and I gotta open more. The head pushes past my teeth and on instinct I bite down. His gasp is quiet and oddly not surprised. I'm not biting hard, not hard as I could. Not drawing blood. Just...holding. Breathing around him, lips not closed over his skin. One last bit of a fuck you.
He pushes again and when my teeth open for him I know he knows he's got me.
He bit me. Knew he would. Not hard, just to let me know that he could. I pull my 9 mm and press it to the underside of his jaw. Remove the blindfold and wait for his eyes to adjust to the new light.
I smirk, "No biting."
His eyes are stormy. He's pissed at himself. At me. At his betraying body.
His eyes always gave him away. He wears the goggles for protection, yes, but it offers him a whole different benefit. He's harder to read with them on. Not for me.
He opens more and I slip in. His mouth hot and wet. Ease out. Coat his lips with saliva and pre-cum. I slide in easier this time. Deeper.
His tongue swirls and his cheeks hollow as I begin to move then he picks up the pace and our movements sync.
Fuck he knows how to suck a cock. Wonder if he's ever done it before? Not sure how long I'm gonna last.
Everything's hot. Fuzzy. My ears are ringing. Mouth's dry. My hands and feet are prickling with heat. Heart hammering and I can tell his is too. I can see his pulse pounding in his neck. Bet he can feel mine against his tongue.
Fuck that tongue of his is drivin' me crazy. He glides over the vein adding just the right amount of pressure before he sucks me back in.
A hiss of pleasure escapes before I can stop it and I jerk my hips forward.
He takes it all. All of me and I can't help but groan.
I want to close my eyes. I can't.
His taste is strong, and when I inhale he's all I can smell. He's leaking on my tongue, and it's slick and almost sweet.
It's hard to watch, to see his eyes pinned on mine. To watch the heat flush his face and make it white, bright in all the dim, see his mouth open as his breath comes in pants. He ain't gonna last. I think he maybe knows it and he's gonna make me take it.
I wanna close my fuckin' eyes but his taste, scent'll be stronger, hotter. I close my lips, make 'em tight. Use tongue. Just the right amount a' suck, on the upstroke, and I hear him hiss and it warns me.
He fucks forward and I open for it, hold my breath and feel his cock slide all the way in till my nose bumps his stomach. Sweat against my chin. I swallow, hard, and he groans.
Makes my ass clench and I have to squeeze my eyes shut so he won't see it, 'cept I know he can feel it, read my face, my lips stretched around his dick and he shouldn't taste so fuckin' good.
A hand falls to my head like he can't take it anymore, and I let him have one rough touch, one pass over what hair's grown in cryo and it makes me shiver before I pull back what I can and blow out air through my nose. It fans the hair on his stomach.
He pulls back, waits a second before he drops his hand. I snort in a breath before he's in again, and that's how it's gonna be. No more simple blowjob, no more head. Straight fucking. I'm lyin' if I say it don't make me hot.
He pulls out far, moves in farther, but the rhythm is good. He's leaking a lot more now, in little spurts, and that's salty. I swallow wrong and almost cough around him and I hear him choke a laugh. Bet he knows I'd bite his cock off, gun or no fuckin' gun, if he laughed.
Right as he's pullin' out I suck hard, some teeth around the head and make him lose it. He said "Nrrghhh," his voice in it, and fuck if the sound doesn't shoot straight through me. He stalls on the upslide, moans, and I feel him tip over, open my eyes so I can watch it shock up his skin like lightning.
He shoves back in all the way and I take it, press my tongue flat against his cock. Feel the pulse underneath it, and then my throat's filling with his warm bitter cum. I shut my breath off, because I can taste the smell and it's burning.
He's twitching through it, and his hands are at my head again and I just swallow what I got, and he pulls back for the final couple goes and I feel 'em wash over my tongue. The last shots are hot, hotter than the rest, back to that almost sweet.
His palms aren't quite on my head, but I can feel him shaking. His fingers make little pats on my skull, and I'm breathing around his cock, staring straight ahead at his stomach, his cum still on my tongue. Makes my dick twitch and strain against my pants, and the hard throb is killing me.
The sound of his unsteady breathing shoves an unwelcome image in my head: me on my hands and fuckin' knees. I can almost see his hands pressed flat to the dirt just outside of mine, can almost feel the weight on my back and this time I groan and suck again, a little too hard and he grunts but don't move from where he's nice and toasty in my mouth.
But I'm willin' to bet he wants it as much as I do, and for that, he's gonna pay.
I'm fuckin' his mouth and I'm sure I've never had a hotter hole to dip my dick into. The way this tongue swirls, flattens against the vein. He knows I won't last. It's killin' me.
Want to fuck that beautiful mouth all day, but now it's my body that's betrayin' me. I'm all the way in now. Nose to skin, chin to balls and fuck he's good. Swallows all of me and I can't stop the strangled gasp.
He squeezes his eyes shut. In denial? In want? Not sure, maybe both. But he wants this as much as I do. Fuck he's good at this.
Before I realize it, I put my hand on his head. Fingers whisper over fuzzy hair and it tingles and sends a shot of heat to my cock. I feel him shiver and know he's just as affected as I am. He chokes and I know if I laugh, I'm gonna lose somethin' that's near and dear to my heart.
Can't shoot 'im. If I do, I run the risk of blowin' off my own dick or havin' him clench down and biting it off. The fucker knows it too. Knows how the human body works. The gun's unless. A show of power. Mine. Situation would most likely be reversed if it weren't for the chains. Then again, those too are for show. He could probably slip them anytime he wanted to. Again, this is something we both know.
On the out stoke, he sucks me hard and adds a graze of teeth. Holy fuck, it makes my head spin. The slight pain and violence of it. The threat makes it heady. A garbled sob escapes me before I moan and freeze, trying to prolong the moment. The razor edge that comes right before release.
A heartbeat. Then two. He opens his eyes and that's all it takes for me to tip over and fall.
My mouth falls open as I buck into his mouth hard, straight back. All the way in. Tongue flat against the underside of my cock as my cum shoots down his throat.
I grip his head. I need something to hold on to. The gun's forgotten, abandoned just like the threat. All that matters now is his mouth. His tongue rippling over the underside of my dick.
I slip out slightly and hear him swallow. Back in for the last few, smaller spurts and I'm shaking. My fingers absently drum my pounding heartbeat against his skull and he breathes out against my stomach. The hair moves and tickles.
Sweat slides down my spine and I shiver. I think of him in front of me. Under me. Taking all of me.
I want to fuck 'im. Right now, but that thought his quickly brushed aside for now when I remember where we are. How exposed we are.
I don't want to move from the heat of his mouth.
It feels like home. I want to stay there. Feel his breath against my skin. His scent mixed with mine.
I want to hear him cry my name as I fuck him hard and long.
As my cock slips from his mouth, I wonder what it would be like to taste him. Have his cum coat my tongue.
He's still hard. I can see it. So hard I can see the tip of his head pushing the fabric of his pants away from his lean stomach. Givin' me a peak at what he's packin'. I lick my lips, tuck myself back in and crouch once again in front of him.
I reach my hand out. Thumb brushes over the tip of his weeping cock and I lock eyes with him again. "This ain't over."
I give him a big, open mouth kiss so I can taste my cum and him at the same time.
He bites my lip and I chuckle. That's my Riddick. There's the 'fuck you' attitude I love about him.
I hear him curse at me as I walk from the room savoring our combined flavors and the copperish taste of my blood.
Dunno how long it is for him, just standin' there enjoyin' the afterglow. Me, it's too long, his spent dick still in my mouth. Not long enough, his salt still on my tongue.
I feel him want it, and I oughta get a thrill, be satisfied knowin' I make him lose it, much as whatever this is he's got on me.
I don't. Don't feel satisfied. I'm hard as nails and when he slips out my mouth I just keep breathing, not sure I wanna swallow again. I wanna let my head hang cuz my neck's tired but I can't, can't close my mouth.
Not sure I wanna lose this, cuz he's squared away again and but for the heat in his face and the sweat I can smell, it's the only evidence left I got that says for a second I had 'is ass.
He's in front a' me, on his haunches. He reaches under me and touches the tip of my cock with his thumb and it's easy to growl at him when he tells me how it is. I'm openin' my mouth more to snarl at him when he smashes his mouth on mine.
It's quick an' sloppy and hard and I bite his lip as he pulls back, taste his blood and he's chuckling. I gotta swallow now, the blood and my saliva and his cum before it runs outta my mouth. Intense, metal in the salt.
"Fuck you, Johns," I growl. I still feel it as he leaves, still feel his slippery hot tongue in my mouth chasin' the flavor and I want more cuz this ain't enough.
I got you now, Billy Boy. You gave me your cum, your sweat and your blood. I'll have alla you now, Billy Fuckin' Badass. You're goddamn right this ain't over.
Just wait till the chains come off.