There was a time not too long ago that the animal inside him was little more than a feral beast, snapping at the loose reins that held it and running free with wild abandon. That's the way he liked it, it was who he was... a Furyan. Instinct, anger, determination and stubbornness drove him on in a world that had little value for an orphaned kid (turned adult) whose own parents saw fit to throw away. For years Riddick let the animal inside him roam with abandon, doing what he liked, when he liked and with whoever he liked (those few and far between).
Then came the Necromonger's, and though they probably didn't realize it at the time, they tamed the feral beast and put him on a chain without him even realizing it. For a while Riddick was unaware of the change in himself until he became complacent, neutered in everything but deed by his obligations of being their hallowed Lord Marshall... that's when the ground beneath his feet was literally blown out from under him and the feral beast in him was reawakened.
He was actually a little thankful for it, if he was being honest. Oh sure, he'd make them rue the day they ever met him, bathe in their blood and viciously send them all to their Underverse before their due time, but he'd give them a word of thanks (in his own bloody way) for releasing the beast once again because of their treacherous ways.
When the dust settled and the backstabbing Necros lit off of the barren planet, Riddick found himself coming to under a mountain of rubble, his fingers being pecked to death by a scavenger come to peel the meat from his bones. With a quick wring of the neck the bird was dead and Riddick pulled himself out from under the rocks, a grunt of pain was the only thing he let loose as his body screamed in pain. A busted tibia, sticking out of the skin, a knock to the head and a body filled with cuts and bruises... but he was alive and kicking... no thanks to those Necro bastards.
The planet reminded him a little too much of Hades; brutally bright, scorchingly hot, very little life and devoid of anything that would help him get off this fuckin' rock.
After a tussle with a would-be dog that saw him as it's next meal, Riddick wandered until he'd come across a tall rock formation that promised a little clean water in a place that seemed to be nothing but toxic piss. Of course the promised water brought with it more of those would-be dogs, hot on his trail, and a revelation of a bigger predator... something that came from the deep, murky water to paralyze it's victim and drag it to the deep to be eaten.
Got away... but, only just.
There are bad days... and then there are legendary bad days. Seems like the whole planet's out to get him.
Wandering the desert wasn't his cup of tea, too little profit for a whole day's worth of trouble... but at the end of it Riddick found an old temple that was long abandoned. Crumbling carved rock and pillars that wasn't exactly creature comforts, but they'd do. He toppled a pillar over a hole in the ground, probably some water fountain millennia ago, but now it'd serve as his secure bed for a little while.
As he laid in the hole, the bright world outside shut out for a little while, Riddick thought about the feral animal inside and what happened to cage it. Shoulda' seen it coming, for Necros death is their business... shoulda' seen it coming.
The thing that Harry noticed first was a feeling of nothingness around him... a lack of air (though it didn't bother him), a lack of movement... a lack of anything. However, all too soon before he could really contemplate where he was or what was truly happening, he returned to the world with a sudden "ooof" as he collided with something warm and hard in the dark.
From one moment to the next, Harry found himself flipped and held down by a large body, hot breath ghosted against his face and a gravely voice spoke.
"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?"
The voice made him shiver, it was dark and devilish... promising a good time or a bloody death.
There was a noise of rock grinding against rock for a moment and then a shiver of light shined through the dark, revealing a dark god who scowled down at him from above.
"Um... Harry, Harry James Potter... nice to meet you." Harry grin up at the man, equal parts turned on by the combination of that voice with those looks and uneasy because if anyone could deliver on a promise of pain, this was the man to do it. Harry was sure.
Another growl. "And how the fuck did you get in here? There was less than a foot of space between me and that 500 pound rock. It didn't move."
The man stared down at him, head cocked to the side like he was listening for something... though Harry didn't know what
Harry shrugged. "Magic."
There goes the Magical Secrecy Act. Though really, he was who knows how far away from the UK, he was banished from their society and he could give a fuckall about the MSA in light of the way they treated him. So who cared.
It was quiet for a little while as the man continued to stare at him, brow raised and a considering look in his strangely silvery glowing eyes. Finally the man, leaned down and sniffed Harry neck, taking a deep whiff of him. Harry squirmed, back to equal parts turned on and uneasy as he did so.
The man leaned back and stared into Harry's eyes with a smirk. "Huh."
In another quick move that left Harry dizzy, the man flipped them over again. He moved the heavy stone back into place so that all the light was gone once again, before settling down on his back with Harry laying on his chest, wrapped in his muscled arms.
"Huh. That's all your going to go with? And, why are we in here laying like this?" Harry groused as he wiggled to find a better spot.
"Need the rest and it's too dangerous out there for you alone."
Harry huffed at the stoic reply and the implication that he couldn't fuck up anything or anyone who messed with him. He wiggling some more. A slap to his ass had him squeaking and glaring down at the man. "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"Lay down and sleep."
Giving one more huff just to make his displeasure known, Harry settled down, resting his head on the warm and hard yet soft chest, and closed his eyes. He was actually pretty comfortable.
This was odd, really odd. Not in the sense that he didn't understand what was happening, but in the sense that strangely he was kind of okay with it. The man's presence and arms holding him tight were comforting, pulling Harry in and allowing his mind and body to relax after several years of all out war with Voldemort.
Humming, Harry snuggled closer and closed his eyes.
When Harry next opened his eyes, he heard the tell tale sound of the stone being moved and the sunlight began to shine in brightly. Harry didn't know how long they had slept, but his body finally felt well rested and energetic after so long of barely any sleep to tide him over.
The big man rolled Harry over to lay beside him with far more care than he would have expected and then crawled out of the hole, his movements stiff and uneven as he got to his feet. Harry yawned and started to crawl out as well, surprised by the offer of a hand to help him up. Taking it, Harry got to his feet and stretched, humming in contentment once again at the feeling of safety that the man provided him.
"Come on, gotta' go find some water, heat's gonna' dry us out." The man said.
"Hey, what's your name?" Harry said when he realized he couldn't keep on calling him the man in his head.
"Riddick."
"Okay, Riddick... well, you know magic, it's a lot more useful than just me appearing out of nowhere."
This was going to be a little tricky since he hadn't done it wandless before, but he'd been training to do wandless spells for some of the more difficult spells... so a transfiguration and an aguamenti spell couldn't be that hard, right?
Looking around, Harry grabbed a rock from the ground. Holding it in his hand, Harry focused on the rock and pushed his magic into it as he spoke the spell... turning it into a metal canteen. Once that was done, he opened the screw top and pointed his finger down into it, whispering aguamenti and water began filling up the canteen. When it was full he handed it to Riddick and proceeded to make one for himself.
Riddick took the canteen and brought it up to his nose, sniffing it inquisitively. When it passed the test, he brought it to his lips and took a big gulp from it.
"Huh."
"You with the huhs," Harry groused playfully as he took a big drink from his own.
"Can ya make food too with your magic?" Riddick asked with a smirk.
"Nope, but I can multiply it if you can find a little bit of food and make it stay fresh pretty much forever." Harry smirked back at him.
Raising another eye brown, Riddick turned around and began to walk towards the entrance to the temple, a slight stumble to his steps that indicated an injury.
Walking quickly to Riddick, Harry stopped him and looked down at this leg. "Are you hurt?"
"It's fine, it'll heal." Riddick scowled and tried to walk around him.
"You think magic can make water out of air and turn a rock into metal, but it can't heal as well?" Harry said in annoyance, hands on his hips as he spoke. "Sit down and let me heal it, you idiot."
Riddick growled, but after a moment took a seat on one of the stone pillars that had fallen.
Kneeling on the ground beside him, Harry rolled up Riddick's pants on his left leg and took a look at it. He was shocked to see a metal plate screwed into the man's leg, old blood crusted onto the pins holding it in place and giving support to the no doubt broken bone. It looked like the would might be infected too. Huffing, Harry looked up.
"I need to take out these pins or your leg will heal around it and probably won't work right after it."
Riddick leaned down and pulled the pins from his leg, gritting his teeth, but remaining quiet otherwise.
Harry winced and helped him removed the metal plate. "This is going to hurt, very much."
Wrapping his hand around the leg, Harry closed his eyes and focused on healing the bone. Skelegrow would be better, but in cases like this when a bone needed to be healed quickly, there was a spell that would knit the bone back together, but the pain was similar to the Cruciatus curse. Pain coursed through the nerves in the body as the bone was healed, quickly regrowing, occasionally sending lesser men into a short mental break down, leaving them for years with the ghostly pain of a bone that was force healed.
Riddick once again gritted his teeth, a scream slipping from his lips as the bone snapped into place and in an instant healed the splintered pieces. Breathing deeply, Riddick glared down at Harry.
"I told you it would hurt., stop being a baby. That was the worst of it though." Harry shrugged and then leaned down to placed his hands around the areas where the skin was broken, warm with infection setting in. "Episkey."
Once the skin and bone was healed, the warmth of infection gone, Harry smiled. "There all done."
Grunting, Riddick stood and took a few steps, testing out the healed wound.
"Time to go find some food."
Chuckling, Harry followed the man out of the temple and into the hot sun.
There goes that instinct again. The beast, the animal, inside him rearing up and taking charge. Riddick couldn't quite figure it out, but the boy, more a man than boy, called to him in a way that no one else ever had. There was a scent in the air, subtle, but there, that made Riddick think of a home he'd never once had.
Warm, inviting, arousing, comforting.
Riddick wasn't one for second guessing, so he went with the instinct. The feeling of protectiveness and possession, of security and something more than just arousal was new, but Riddick could work with it. Harry was beautiful in a way that he'd never seen before; strong, capable, sassy, just a little bit vindictive and decked out with a body that made Riddick want to crawl on top of.
The wild black hair, the strange green eyes that seemed to glint in the light even in the grayed out world of his shined eyes. From his plump lips to slim hips and round ass, his tiny frame that fit perfectly in the crooks of Riddick's body... yeah, Riddick could definitely work with this.
Wandering out into the sun, Riddick with Harry hot on his trail, he made his way back to the pool he'd found shortly after he woke up on this world and to the eels that swam within it. In quick work, he had a dozen of the eels laid out on the ground beside him, Harry looking on in fascination as Riddick waited patiently until one swam by and thrust his hand into the water in a lightning fast move to grab it.
"You think they'll taste like chicken?"
Riddick snorted and watched as Harry gathered them up into a newly transformed bag.
On the way back the sulfur and ash in the air got worse, leaving Harry to do something with his magic that left a pocket of clean air around their heads. This magic stuff was more than just handy, it was becoming downright vital.
A whine sounded out into the canyon they were walking through.
"What's that noise?" Harry asked, looking around for the cause.
Riddick listened for it again and when it came, he turned directions and wound them through a few turns in the rock. At last the source of the whine was found, a couple of dead would-be dogs and a pup whining for it's parents.
"Aw, baby, what happened?" Harry knelt down next to the pup and gathered it into his arms.
At the sight of Harry cuddling the dog, murmuring into it's fur, Riddick knew he'd just found one more mouth to feed.
