Title: Death's Master
Fandoms: The Chronicles of Riddick & Harry Potter
Pairing: Richard B. Riddick & Harry Potter.
Rating: Mature (NC-17)
Warnings: This story is rated M for Mature: Slash. Graphic Sex. Anal. Man-Kissing. Violence. Strong Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Riddick. Copyright Infringement is not intended.
"The Necromongers desire to find the Underverse was because of the First Lord Marshall's encounter with a being who called himself Death's Master." Dame Vakko told Riddick as she poured wine into his goblet. "With eyes of emeralds and powers beyond any ever seen in any realm, Death's Master showed Lord Marshall a great many things, gave him his strength and took him to the Underverse. However when the first Lord Marshall was assassinated then was replaced, the new Lord Marshall locked Death's Master in a cryo chamber and harnessed his powers to create the Necromongers."
Riddick raised an eyebrow at that and Dame Vakko smiled, she'd caught her Lord's attention at long last.
"It is the Master's powers that turn us Necromongers into what we are. That gives us our unimaginable strength." Dame Vakko said. "And one day, he will be reawakened by a Lord Marshall strong enough to equal him, and Death's Master will take us all to the Underverse."
"Why are you telling me fairy tales?" Riddick asked.
"This story is very true. Our God slumbers in a chamber just beneath yours." Dame Vakko let her eyes lower to the floor and she was sure even beneath his goggles, Riddick's eyes did the same.
"You've surely felt something under foot. Former Lord Marshalls spoke of a phantom... an unnatural stirring that left them feeling on edge. Our God's restless... He trembles under the night sky, just waiting for the fated Lord Marshall that will free him."
"I'm just passing through. " Riddick said.
Dame Vakko smirked and sipped her wine. "You say this, yet you've sat on the throne now for six years." She reminded the Furian.
"Just waiting for the right stop."
Dame Vakko set her goblet down and with slow, graceful movements she slid over to where Riddick was slouched in a leather and metal chair, legs spread wide enough for her to settle between them snugly. She hummed and trailed her hands up the man's strong chest.
Seductively she whispered in his ear. "I want you to take me to the Underverse."
"Not interested." Riddick grumbled, pushing the dark skinned woman from his lap. "Now scram." He jerked his head towards the door and Dame Vakko lifted herself from the floor with as much dignity as she could.
She walked from the room, head still held high. Once the doors to Riddick's room slid closed her husband was at her side.
"Did it work?" He asked.
"He seemed interested, but only for a moment." She informed him with a frown.
"The seed of curiosity has been planted and that is enough." Vakko replied putting a hand to his wife's back and guided her down the hall, away from the Lord Marshall's chambers.
"But what if he does not venture down on his own?" Dame asked, their whole plan rested on the edge of disaster if Riddick did not seek out Death's Master on his own.
"Then we shall give the Furian another push." Vakko replied.
Weeks passed and Dame Vakko's words had been pushed to the back of the Furian's mind. The invading armada continued to convert the masses from planet to planet. Not even colonies on moons or asteroids were left untouched. They finally stopped at a large planet that reminded Riddick of New Mecca but more tropical over desert.
Riddick ordered that nonconformist not be killed so long as the people still bowed to the Necromongers banner. The war lords beneath him didn't approve but none of them could take Riddick out in a fight, which was the only way to veto his orders.
Riddick slouched on the throne, listening to some jack ass commander tell him of the latest planet they'd invaded. How many converted and about the resources the planet could provide and the economy.
Riddick honestly couldn't give a fuck if he tried, but the Dame Vakko had dragged him from his chambers and insisted he sit though a report.
The Furian's mind was wondering, behind the dark of his goggles, Riddick's eyes boredly scanned the room, taking in the dimmed lights of the Necromongers half dead bodies.
A hissing floated on the stale air of the ship and Riddick sat up straighter as a cold light breeze followed.
Riddick scanned the area again, his keen eyes caught a blur of movement and he followed it. Standing from his seat, ignoring the indignant look on the commander's face when he caught sight of the being moving out of the room down a side hall. Riddick followed after it.
Before he knew it Riddick had followed the shadow and its whispers all the way to the bottom of the ship. The air was freezing, but fresh. There was energy in the air, leaking from the door at the end of the hall. With each step the hissing whispers got louder and more frenzied.
Words, Riddick realized, he had never heard before. He stopped at the door and put his hand up against the metal. Something behind the door was thrumming hard, he could feel it, hear it. Riddick could see bits of light seeping through the cracks around the door like a breaking dam holding back a flood. Riddick licked his lips, the energy called to something deep and feral in his bones. Riddick heard the sharp click of high heeled shoes and heavy boots and knew them to belong to Vakko and his Dame. Their scents reached him a few seconds later.
Riddick growled in irritation, the hissing grew more excited at his sound. Riddick opened the door and moved in to the room, locking the door behind him. It was pitch black and frigid in the circular room. Riddick removed his goggles and blinked a few times to get his eyes used to the cold. He examined his surroundings quickly.
In the center stood a single, ancient looking cryo-chamber. The chamber was so cold it had frozen over and the ice had continued on to the floor and crept up the walls. The air had definitely come from this room but unless a vent blew it straight across the vent. Any air from this room would've contaminated by the rest of the air throughout the ship before it got to the main hall.
The hissing was coming from whatever was asleep in the cryo-chamber. Riddick didn't think he'd ever heard something so pleasing before, let alone someone's voice.
He walked over to the chamber, he brushed ice away as it began to form on his clothes. Riddick realized that the coldness of the room and the ice wasn't coming from the chamber but from what was inside of it. Riddick slid his hand across the glass lid of the chamber, brushing away frost as he did. It took him a few moments to realize what he was starring at.
A human male, about the same age as Kira, maybe younger. An unruly mane of midnight hair hung down to the boy's feet. He'd been asleep a long fucking time for his hair to have grown to that length. Something about the boy's hair seemed unnatural. Riddick ignored it to take the rest of the boy's appearance as he wiped away more frost. Deathly pale skin, so thin it was nearly translucent. The tips of his long thin fingers were tinted blue, it was the same with his lips, ears, nose and toes. Another sign as to how long he'd been entombed. Riddick noted that there wasn't a nutrition pack on the chamber, nor was an external one hooked up. Yet the kid looked healthy, small for his age (seeing as he seemed dwarfed by the chamber he was in) but his thin frame had well defined lean muscles that should have started to fade after a few days in cryo without nutrition.
There were scars littering the boy's skin. Riddick recognized a few as gun shot wounds, knife wounds. Teeth marks of some kind and an very large set of claw marks down the boy's right flank. And a single scar in the shape of a lightinging off center on the right of his forehead. Yet there didn't seem to be any noticeable muscular damage beneath any scars.
Riddick raised an eyebrow as he spotted a set of tattoos. Words banded around his upper right arm in bold black against lily white skin. Riddick hadn't ever seem the language before in his life, but he'd never been much of a reader anyway. Riddick went to the other side of the chamber to the control panel. He accessed the computer memory to see how long the thing had been on.
999 years, 99 months, 99 weeks, 99 days.
Damn. Riddick thought. Been under for a millennium. He opened the vital sign readout, only to find that there weren't any. No heart beat. No readable air in or outtake. No brain function. Kid was dead, yet clearly giving off whatever energy was in the air. Riddick had his hand over the power switch in a flash. The hissing returned with new intensity. Riddick turned his eyes to the chamber. He watched the boy inside, waiting for any kind of reaction. Even a twitch of life but got nothing but deathly stillness.
Riddick pushed the button off and warning alarms went off as the systems shut down one by one.
When it was all said and done the room was silent except for the echoing of the hiss produced from the chamber depressurzing. Riddick ran his tongue over his lips as the room began to warm. Riddick headed towards the door, Vakko and his Dame would be waiting outside the room. He'd tell them to take their dead 'God' out of the chamber and put the poor kid to rest.
The sudden sound of another's breathing drew the Furian's attention to the cryo-chamber. He stepped with caution towards the chamber. With wide eyes Riddick watched the boy come back to life. First he began breathing, the slow and shallow rise and fall of his slender chest enraptured Riddick. Then Riddick heard his heart begin to beat. So faint at first that even the Furian's keen hearing nearly missed it. But the heart beat grew louder and faster until it rested at a normal resting pace. The room grew steadily warmer and the ice began to steam and evaporate away.
Fingers and toes began to wiggle as blood began pumping and warming his body. Eyes began moving behind thin lids. Muscles twitched as electrical impulses ran through them. The energy in the air vanished like it'd been snapped back on a rubber band. Eyes fluttered open, confused and glazed as they took in their surroundings. Riddick shifted and suddenly had two emerald green eyes staring straight in to his silver ones. The boy vanished from the bed of the chamber with only the faintest of whisper of bare feet on metal. Riddick was instantly on edge, his entire body coiling in preparation for a fight.
{"You couldn't beat me in a fight if you tried."} Came the hissed language that the whispers had been in earlier. Only this strong semi-deep voice slid against his skin like the tender touches of a lover. Whatever language the kid was speaking, it wasn't any human language. Riddick didn't think normal human vocal cords could manage it.
Riddick spun quickly, catching delicate wrists tightly in his rough hand. Shock filled those beautiful green eyes, it took a few minutes for the kid to react. Riddick took the time to examine the boy's face more closely. Well defined cheekbones that looked sharp enough to cut glass. Childhood still clung to the boy's face, leaving him with a good mix of masculine and a bit of femininity. Plump pale pink lips looked so sweet Riddick was tempted to lean down and taste them. The boy's hair was even fucking longer than Riddick had thought and was a thick mess of tangles that covered his naked body.
"Can't understand a thing you're sayin' sweetheart." Riddick replied with a cocky smirk.
The boy growled and vanished from Riddick grip. The Furian growled, looking for his escaped prey. "Neat trick, are you some kind of elemental? They are the only bastards who can vanish like you can."
Riddick jerked left when he felt something slide against his right side. He fell in to a roll, springing up with a hand against his side, hot blood trickling from a long thin cut on his side. Had he moved any slower and he would've been down a kidney.
He growled, lunging at the boy only to slam in to the rounded wall as the boy vanished once more.
{"What are you?"} The boy spoke again. Riddick was able to match the boy's speed after a few more close calls. Which left him with shallow wounds over vital organs and major blood vessels. It was clear to see that Dame hadn't been lying. The Necromongers were fast and they only had some of this being's powers. If not for the after affects of Cryo-Sleep Riddick was positive he'd be dead if the boy wanted it.
Riddick caught the boys wrists again in one hand. His other was wrapped tightly around the boy's neck and had him on his back on the floor.
"I told you I couldn't understand you sweetheart." Riddick purred and the boy snarled. Green eyes narrowed but instead of struggling, the boy went unnaturally still.
"My Lord Marshall is dead. Did you kill the one who assassinated him?" He asked, his accent was one that Riddick had never heard before, but it was damn sexy.
Riddick smirked for a moment. "Sorry kid, way before my time." He answered surprised that the kid still hadn't vanished from his grip.
"What are you?" The boy asked, glowing green eyes examining him closely.
"Furian." Riddick answered. The boy's chin lifted and his lips pursed together minutely.
"You smell like Death."
Riddick raised an eyebrow. "This whole place smells like death. There are Necromongers crawling in every inch of this ship."
"No, you smell like Death. You don't smell like the Dead." The boy leaned up, his nose just brushed the underside of Riddick's chin and scented him. Riddick purred at the action, this kid was even less afraid of him than Kira had been of him on Hades.
"You smell like mine."
Riddick raised an eyebrow and peered down at the boy. "What's that supposed to mean kid?" He asked.
"Death has been following you for a long time. Guiding you to me." The boy leaned back on the floor then smiled viciously and reared forward and headbutted Riddick hard.
Riddick felt his nose crunch and he snarled barely blocking the knee to the groin as the kid contorted beneath him. Riddick had to let go in order to avoid a shiv to the spine and as he spun back on to his feet Riddick caught the boy move into the shadows. Then Riddick watched a second figure blur after him. Riddick shivered.
The kid had a second shadow.
When the boy appeared in the middle of the air, his leg swinging down in a spinning kick that caught Riddick in the shoulder. Riddick flung over the cryo-chamber and hard in to the wall on the other side. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to his feet, popping his dislocated shoulder back in place. His eyes scanned the room looking for the boy or his shadows. He felt like he was being toyed with. The Furian snarled and went on the offensive the moment he caught sight of the boy. The Necromongers speed looked like slow motion compared to the kid. Even Vakko who as second in command and the fast in the armada, was like a snail to this boy's pace.
The cyro-sickness was wearing off and fast. Riddick's window for success in this fight was getting smaller and smaller and the boy was just getting stronger and stronger. Riddick grabbed the boy's hand in his own, squeezing until he felt delicate bones grinding together as he crushed them. The boy only flinched and bared his teeth with a inhuman hiss. A shiver went down Riddick's spine and he pulled the boy close.
"Stop before someone gets hurt sweetheart." Riddick demanded and got a smirk from the other.
"The only one hurt here is you." The boy chuckled but remained still. His eyes scanned over the bleeding wounds that littered Riddick's body slowly.
"What are you?" Riddick asked leaning down to scent the boy. Ice, death and energy, the combination had Riddick's loins stirring and he purred again. The deep rumble in his chest had the boy's eyes going wide.
"You said you were Furian." He said, voice soft and full of thought.
"I did. Now answer me. What. Are. You?" Riddick pulled away from his neck and watched the boy smile.
"Death's Companion." The boy stated.
"Not his Master?" Riddick asked.
The boy's eyes drifted towards right, to the words banded around his arm. "Even you will die one day Richard B. Riddick. But I will stay, watching worlds begin and end. I've seen stars die and galaxies collapse in on themselves. Everything dies Riddick." Green eyes met silver and a sad smile pulled plump pink lips up. Riddick had the urge to kiss them. Only the boy's words stopped him.
"Everything dies. Except for Death and I, his Master."
The boy faded in to the shadows, leaving Riddick on the floor. The Furian snarled and got to his feet. He searched the room, but found it empty. It didn't seem as dark and the energy was gone.
Riddick left the chamber, the boy was gone, he doubted any would even see him unless he wanted it. Vakko and his Dame stood at the end of the hall and their eyes went wide at his bloodied appearance.
"Lord Marshall?" Dame called as he walked pass them. "Are you well?"
Riddick smiled. "Never better."
There was no change in the armada since Riddick pulled the plug on their battery. Vakko tried to get Riddick to tell him what happened with the boy but he ignored him easily enough. Months passed and Riddick was sure the boy was floating around the ship, watching and waiting, but never showed himself.
Riddick didn't dwell on it while he was awake, but his dreams were filled with the boy. His eyes blown with lust, his slender body writhing beneath Riddick's, voice strained in to pleasured cries and moans. The idea over covering that pale skin in a constellation of hickeys and bite marks made his mouth water.
Riddick snapped from his sleep, hand snapping out instantly to catch a cold, delicate wrist. Riddick looked up and found the boy straddling his waist. He'd cut his hair, so it just brushed the tops of his ears and hung in his eyes. He didn't wear a shirt but his legs were wrapped in soft, sinfully tight black leather pants. No shoes either.
Riddick loosened his grip and the wrist slipped from his grasp.
"What are you doing?" Riddick asked, his voice husky from his lustful dreams. The boy's position and state of dress didn't help.
"This is the first time you've stirred for any of my visits." The boy said. "You adapt quickly. It took my Lord Marshall many years before he could sense me in his sleep."
Riddick raised a brow. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I told you you were mine Riddick. Was I not clear?"
"I don't belong to anyone."
"You say that, but even you know it is not true." The boy said.
"What is your name?" Riddick asked, changing the subject.
"Harry,"
The boy smiled then, and leaned down. His lips brushed over Riddick's and it was like flood gates had opened. Riddick's growl bounced off the walls of his chamber. Riddick claimed plump lips with his own, plundering the other man's mouth hungrily. The boy moaned and wrapped an arm around Riddick's shoulders and kissed back. He was just as harsh as the Furian, using his teeth as much as his lips and tongue drawing out feral sounds from the bigger male.
Riddick growled when he received a particularly harsh bite from the boy above him. He gripped the boy's hip with a large hand, wrapping the other around the back of the boy's slender neck and flipped them over. Harry snarled, biting down harder on the underside of the Furian's chin, drawing blood.
"You'd better not draw somethin' out you can't handle sweetheart." Riddick grumbled, rocking his hips down against the boy's. The boy gasped, dropping his head back against the pillows.
"Fuck me," Harry said, looking up at Riddick with his stunning emerald eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. Riddick growled, stealing the boy's lips as he skillfully unbuttoned the boy's pants, then slid them off with his soon to be lover wiggling his hips to help get the leather off of him. With his entire pale body exposed before him, Riddick pushed himself up on his hands and knees. He began kissing and biting a pattern down the boy's body. He sucked a mark across his shoulders and collar bones, then down Harry's chest, then sucking each nipple until it was hard and his mate was sucking on his bottom lip to quite his moans.
Riddick ran rough hands down the boy's sides to grip his hips as his tongue traveled over around the boy's navel. Riddick sucked several more marks over the boy's right hip, then across his pelvis, skipping his hardened cock to suck on the junction where the boy's left leg met his body. Harry moaned, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide, giving enough space for Riddick's broad shoulders to fit between them. Riddick's hands slid further down slender muscled legs, gripping around the boy's knees then scratching down his calves then back up towards his hips.
The Furian turned silver eyes upward, watching his mate's face as he began to lave the boy's erection with his tongue from bottom to top. Harry reached down, putting his hand on the back of Riddick's head, trying to urge him down. Riddick chuckled, then let the boy's cock slide in to his mouth, his mate groaning softly, nails biting slightly in to the back of his head. Riddick sucked and bobbed his head a few times, swirling his tongue around the head of the boy's cock, licking up pre-come as he pulled away with a lewd pop and a pitiful whine from the male beneath him. Harry's hips rocked up, trying to get back in to the warm mouth that had been sucking so wonderfully on him. Riddick gave him a final lick, from top to bottom, then sucked the boy's sack in to his mouth and laved both balls with his tongue before pulling away and got another whine from his mate.
"Relax sweetheart, I'm gonna give you something even better in a minute." He chuckles, sitting back on his heels, then flipping the boy over with ease and pulling him back on his knees. Harry looks over his shoulder with a glare, but Riddick only grinned at him wickedly.
'Let him watch,' Riddick thought, then leaned down, spreading the cheeks of his lover's ass. His thumbs brushed over the pink pucker of Harry's hole, pushing against it firmly and he thought of how wonderful it'll look, stretched wide around his cock. He growled, leaning down the remainder of the way and swiping his tongue over the hole. Harry moaned in surprise, hands clenching in to the sheets beneath him. Riddick smirked and continued to work, swirling his tongue around the hole while Harry let loose wonderful little noises. All the while he massages the boy's thighs with strong, rough hands, until the muscles were trembling.
Soon his Harry was rocking back against his tongue as Riddick teased it in and out just barely as the boy loosens for him. He added a finger with his tongue and is rewarded with a stuttered: "Yesssss,'"
He slid a second finger in with the first as he licked the rim of the boy's hole as it stretched around his fingers. Harry rocked back against them, his breathing started to grow heavy. Riddick pulled his face away with a final strong lick and spreads his fingers as he adds a third and the boy cries out, throwing his head back, Riddick pushing thick fingers against his prostate. The Furian smirked, watching the boy roll his hips back against his thick fingers, and between his legs, his cock is beginning to leak down on to the sheets of his bed.
Riddick spits in his free hand, and uses it to lube his aching cock up as best as he can, he's not to worried about it however. Harry's hole is slick enough with saliva, and he doubts the kid will mind a bit of pain. Riddick pulls his fingers out suddenly and grabs Harry's hips, pulling him back harshly, his thick cock sliding between those sweet firm ass cheeks. Riddick rocks against the smooth flesh a few times, growling contentedly at the feel.
Harry moans, pushing himself up on his hands, then looked over his shoulder. The look in those green eyes has the Furian growling, and he slide one hand up Harry's spine to grip the back of his neck dominatingly. He slides his cock in without a second thought, which makes his mate throw his head back and yowl at the sudden harsh brush against his prostate. Riddick can't contain his own low moan at how hot and tight the other's body is around him. He pulls Harry's back against his chest, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, gripping him tight as he begins to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the boy's ass in a slow but hard pace.
Harry reaches a hand back to grip his hip, the other going up to grip Riddick's forearm. The Furian buries his face in the side of his mate's neck, sucking and biting the damp skin he finds there. Harry rolls his hips back desperately, switching between English and whatever language he'd been speaking before. All Riddick can make out are the pleas for: "more", "please", "harder" and "faster". Riddick couldn't deny him.
He began thrusting harder and faster, rocking the boy's body hard as he thrust his cock in and out of the boy's ass. He pushed Harry down, a hand around the back of his neck holding him in place as he fucked him. Harry gripped the sheets tightly, back bowed and cheek pressed against the mattress. Green eyes looked over his shoulder up at the Furian.
"R-Riddick, fuck I-I'm going to come." Harry groaned, reaching beneath himself and began tugging desperately on his cock.
Riddick pulled out of the boy, and flipped him on to his back. Harry yelped as Riddick slapped his hand away from his cock, and replaced it with his own, squeezing it harshly, then leaned down over the smaller male and kissed him harshly, nipping at his lips until he was given access to Harry's mouth which he ravaged with his tongue until Harry was panting, wriggling desperately in Riddick's hand.
"Please," Harry begged, as Riddick rocked his cock against his winking hole.
"Don't come without me sweetheart." Riddick licked at Harry's mouth as he teasingly slid his cock back in to him. Harry moaned brokenly, squeezing himself around Riddick's cock as it moved in to him. The Furian groaned and kissed Harry passionately, rolling his hips, pushing himself hard against the boy's prostate before teasing his cock out of him only slightly, then repeating the process.
Harry panted against Riddick's mouth, wrapping his arms around strong broad shoulders, nails digging in to the firm muscles of the Furian's back. Riddick began stroking the boy's cock slowly in the same rhythm as his cock moved inside his mate. Harry's eyes fluttered closed, and his head dropped back against the pillows. Riddick smiled, feeling the boy rock back on his cock eagerly, his knees pressing against his thighs.
"You feel so good around me sweetheart," Riddick purred against his mate's ear, giving a harsh thrust against Harry's prostate to prove his point. Harry moaned loudly, as Riddick sucked on the lobe of his ear. "So hot and tight, just perfect for my cock, you're sucking on me so eagerly." He continued, feeling the familiar heat begin to pool in his loins.
Harry's body spasmed around him, and Riddick stroked the boy's cock hard and fast, listening to his sounds increase in frequency and volume until he's screaming, back arched and head thrown back. His cock pulses hot in Riddick's rough hand before erupting, spurting hot strips of cum across the boy's stomach and chest. Riddick groans loudly at the sound and with a few final harsh thrusts of his own, he cums, filling his mate with his hot seed, which leaves him with an oddly satisfied feeling in his chest along with the bliss of climax.
Riddick is careful as he rolls them over, his mate laying flat against his chest, limp and panting, even with the stickiness of his cum squished between them. Riddick's cock slips from Harry's stretched hole slowly and the boy hums softly and wiggles at the sensation. The Furian wraps his arms around Harry's waist, and holds him in place before closing his eyes and drifting asleep before he's even aware that he is.
The End
Yes, that's it. Uhm, there could be a sequel some time in the future for this, but for now, I'm leaving it at this. I hope you enjoyed it and please continue to read The Room of Requirement. Please feel free to make requests, review on this or the other one shots that I have here, or just leave me a comment. I've also got a bunch of Supernatural One-Shots that I'm thinking of putting in a collection as well, if you'd be interested let me know.
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