Ch 3
A/N: Thank you to everybody who reviewed! I love the reviews so much! Anyway, this chapter should hopefully answer some of the questions that people had about some of the details of the back-story, though probably not all. So sorry, no adventure this chappie, though you do get some sex! So, warning: male on male sex for the second half of the chapter!
A week had gone by quickly, with everyone adjusting to their new Lord Marshall. Already, several desperate nobles had attempted assassination on Riddick, who had sat back and smugly watched as they were quickly dispatched by his Hellhound shadow.
Riddick had begun to wean the Necromongers from the details of their faith, making the Purifications no longer necessary and no longer wanting to convert entire planets. It was the nobles who protested this, to Riddick's surprise, as he had expected the majority of his opposition to come from the military front. Instead, the nobles were his problem people, which seemed to be due to the fact that their entire ranking and positioning in the Necromonger society stemmed from the religious aspect rather than any outward rank such as was earned by the military personnel. Basically, without the religion, the nobles lost the real meaning behind their ranks, which they resented. The military officers, Riddick found, greatly respected him as a warrior, and as long as he intended to still put the troops to use in battle one way or the other, they didn't much care what the motive behind it was.
Riddick and Demon had agreed that it would probably be for the better if Demon stayed in his Hellhound form in the public eye of the Necromongers. The alternate forms and magic that Demon could wield were an advantage that they wanted to keep quiet. Not even Vaako knew of the truth behind the mysterious Hellhound bodyguard that shadowed the new Lord Marshall's every move.
Riddick was constantly busy as the Lord Marshall, attending meetings endlessly for his commanders and advisors to keep him informed on the status of the troops, nobles, and general functions of the entire Necromonger society. Vaako had proven himself to be a most industrious and efficient commander, and Riddick had promoted him right away to be his highest advisor. Unlike some of the other commanders, who barely hid disdain when Riddick showed open ignorance of their customs and culture, Vaako was patient and willing to explain the various nuances and details to Riddick's satisfaction.
The evenings were Demon's favorite part of the day. Riddick made a point of being free after dinner each night, and Demon could change back to his human form in Riddick's private rooms. Here, Riddick could relax for the first time all day, secure that there was nothing to be on guard against, and Demon could talk to Riddick about the day's interactions and information. It was on one such evening that Riddick finally cornered Demon on the explanations that Demon had carefully avoided thus far.
"You told me that you would tell me one day," Riddick rumbled, stopping Demon's attempts at deflecting the conversation or keeping him from pursuing it. He was sprawled out across one of the luxurious couches in his sitting room, the lights dimmed so that they were both comfortable with silver eyes. Riddick wore a pair of snugly fitting BDU pants, similar to those worn by military personnel on many planets, with a simple tank top. He had scorned the massive armor sections that many of the Necromonger officials wore, sticking with clothing that didn't restrict his movement.
"I'm not even sure about all of it myself, though," Demon protested. He was curled up on a loveseat in a position reminiscent of his Hellhound form. He had found over the past week that many of his instincts and tendencies from his Hellhound form remained when he was in his human form, due to the extensive amount of time he had spent as a Hellhound in Crematoria. As nearly always when in his human form, Demon wore a pair of loose pants and nothing else, hating the restriction of clothing on his human body after not wearing any for so long.
"So start at the beginning and tell me what you do know," Riddick countered, intent stare telling Demon that there was no way around it. Demon sighed.
"Fine. Well, to start at the beginning...I was born on planet Earth, to a small race of humans who had genetically developed a magical core, called wizards. To make a very long story short, a megalomaniac wizard who was trying to rule the entire race killed my parents when I was a baby. For some reason, his attempt at killing me failed, and instead his body was destroyed and his soul was sent to roam. Over my childhood and teenage years, he made several attempts to regain a body, finally succeeding. Eventually we fought, in what was known as the Final Battle.
"Now during this time, leading up to the Final Battle, I tried my best to learn a wide variety of branches of magic that might help me to destroy him. One of the branches that I learned was to become an animagus. This is basically a type of magic, very complex, that allows a wizard to have an alternate form, usually of a simple animal such as a dog or cat. When I performed the animagus transformation for the first time, I turned into the Hellhound form that you've seen. None of us knew what I was, and we weren't able to find anything to tell me, no matter how much research we did.
"Usually, an animagus' instincts are only dominant when they are in that form, and it doesn't change anything about their human side unless they spend a lot of time in their animagus form. For me, though, there was a huge difference right away. I had very strong Hellhound instincts, even when in human form, particularly the need to create a pack. My best friends, whom I had always thought of as my family, literally became my pack in my view. I was very protective of them, and we were extremely close.
"Then came the Final Battle. All of the members of my pack were killed during the battle. I went crazy. I avenged them all, slaughtered their murderers in as bloody and violent a way as I could, just really went psychotic." Demon's voice shook as he recalled the sense of overwhelming rage that had overtaken his mind, rendering him blind and deaf to all but the blood and screams of the people he killed.
"I found Voldemort, the self-proclaimed Dark Lord who had started all of it, and we fought. He really was very powerful, but in the end I won. I had found an obscure bit of magic during all of my studying and researching, that would separate the three components of a wizard's life force. Their body, their soul, and their magic. I separated his life force, destroyed his body, captured his soul in an ancient relic and then destroyed it, and kept his magic for myself. At the time I had thought that there would be no real repercussions of doing something like merging his magic with my own. I figured it would just make me stronger magically, was all.
"At first, there was finally peace after the battle. The entire Wizarding World rejoiced that the Dark Lord had been killed, blah blah blah. I was their savior. But of course, people are fickle, and they turned on me. It started out with some newspaper articles, questioning whether I would be the next Dark Lord now that I had proven myself stronger than the last one. The gossip mill churned, and the next thing I knew, I was up on trial for how unnecessarily brutal I had been in killing my enemies during the battle. These fucking cowards who hadn't even had the balls to fight, themselves, dared to stand there and tell me that I should have killed my pack's murderers in a more humane and merciful manner, or even merely stunned them and captured them later rather than killing them."
Demon stood up from his loveseat in a jerky manner and began pacing, needing to move with the agitation of remembering that time, even thousands of years later.
"The entire fucking wizard society turned on me. They found me guilty of a hundred different things, all bullshit. When they actually had the damned nerve to sentence me and expected me to simply allow myself to have my soul sucked out by a fucking dementor, I told them all to fuck off and vanished. I went into my Hellhound form and hid in a thousand places around the world, staying in little unfound, uncivilized locations and staying away from all people.
"Time passed, and I began to realize that I wasn't aging like I should have been. I aged at first, going from a 17-year-old to what I am now, but then I just stopped aging. Apparently the amount of magic I have from sucking up Voldemort's magic made me pretty much immortal, as far as I can tell. I'm not sure how many years passed, but it must have been a couple of centuries at least. The regular humans developed greater technology, and eventually started moving out into space and traveling regularly to other planets. I went back into my human form for quite a while then, and started to travel the universe.
"Eventually I ended up on a jungle planet, where there were wild Hellhounds. Recognizing them as the same as my animagus form, I stayed with them for a long time and got close to a few. When hunters captured some of the members of my second pack, I made sure to get captured myself, and we were moved to Crematoria. Once I was there, I saw no real reason to leave until I met you."
Silence reigned as Riddick processed the story he had just been told. Had it come from anyone else's mouth he would have called it bullshit immediately and laughed it off as a nutjob story, but sitting there, looking at Demon's somber face and having seen the Hellhound form he possessed and the magic he could do, Riddick could only think that perhaps the rest really wasn't so far-fetched.
"So why are your eyes silver when you're in your human body, and your teeth are still sharp, and things like that?" Riddick drawled finally. Demon snorted; trust Riddick to hear a story like the one he had just told and focus on something as minor as his silver eyes.
"I've spent too much time in my Hellhound form to ever go back completely to my human body. So my eyes stay the same as my Hellhound form, and my teeth are always a little too sharp, especially in the canines, to be human. My instincts have been strong ever since making the animagus change for the first time, but that's something that's gotten stronger over the years of being a Hellhound. That's the one drawback of the animagus transformation, is that it was originally intended to be temporary shifts between forms, and for brief periods of time." Demon shrugged, having long since become accustomed to his slightly less than human appearance.
"And your want for me as a...mate, you called it? Is that a by-product of your Hellhound body too?" Riddick questioned, eyes intent as he stared hungrily at Demon. Demon turned to look fully at him, and allowed one lip to curl in a sly smile.
"By-product? Isn't that a big word for you to use, Riddick?" he purred. Riddick huffed, pretending to be offended, but continued to stare at Demon, expecting an answer. Finally Demon gave in.
"Partly, yes, and partly, no. It's true that my Hellhound side is what drives me to call you a potential mate, rather than simply a human lover, and it could even be part of what created my particular taste in men." He paused, eyes raking over Riddick's form and tongue swirling over his lips and teeth hungrily. "But it's not as though I'm some common animal with no human side to balance it out, either. I seek more than a simple fuck, and I wouldn't allow you to be loose with other people while you were with me. Basically, what I want is a partner in mind and soul as well as in body. And I think that you could be that," he finished simply.
"Hmm...I'll have to think about it," Riddick said lowly, slowly standing from the couch. With a smirk on his face that never left, he glided across the room to stand in front of Demon, close enough to feel the tension in the slighter man's body.
Demon smiled darkly, standing on tiptoe to whisper in the other man's ear as Riddick bent down to inhale along his neck.
"What you don't seem to understand is that you don't have a choice."
Riddick's eyes went wide just as Demon nipped at his earlobe and then fastened his mouth on the larger man's neck. Riddick groaned, hands dancing at Demon's waist, unsure as to whether they were there to pull Demon closer or to push him away. Demon made the decision for him, looking up to smirk at Riddick before pushing a burst of magic through his hands at Riddick's chest. With a startled shout, the larger man was shoved across the room to hit the backs of his knees on the edge of the couch, and collapse backwards into it.
Not giving Riddick an opportunity to get up, Demon leapt across the room after him, landing lightly on the couch to cage Riddick's body with his own. Riddick growled up at him, eyes dark with lust and some genuine irritation at being manhandled across the room in such a way. Demon snarled right back, flashing fangs in the dim light. Riddick went to get up, only for Demon to grab his wrists and pin them to the back of the couch.
"Let go of me," Riddick rumbled, the deep bass of his voice sending shivers of delight up Demon's spine.
"Make me," Demon taunted. He knew that such a challenge would cause Riddick to feel the need to prove his dominance, which he looked forward to.
With a low growl, Riddick flipped them in one quick move. His legs wrapped around Demon's waist and squeezed enough to hold Demon pinned there, while his hands twisted to wrench away from Demon's grip and in turn grasp Demon's forearms in his own grip. He paused there to look down at Demon, enjoying the light struggles and squirming the slimmer man did. He settled his weight more firmly on Demon's midsection to hold him better, and froze. He then slowly looked down at Demon's waist, and slid his gaze slowly back up Demon's body to rest on his face with a smirk.
"You like this, huh?" he challenged, rubbing the weight of his groin down onto Demon's already-hard cock. Demon groaned, closing his eyes and willing himself not to move. Riddick grinned and relaxed his weight from Demon's wrists to focus more on the teasing slow rub of their groins, and Demon seized his opportunity. Enjoyment or not, he wasn't going to allow Riddick to win without a fight.
Demon ripped his hands from Riddick's grip and went to swing a wild punch at the man's rib, only to be stopped when Riddick grabbed his hand in mid-swing. Undaunted, Demon raised his legs and drove his heels into Riddick's back, twisting to try to escape Riddick's grasp. Riddick allowed him some movement, for him to struggle out from under Riddick's body, then swung him back around by a wrist just as Demon tried to jump away from the couch.
Riddick crushed his mouth against Demon's in a hard kiss, one hand still holding Demon's wrist tightly and the other arm sneaking around Demon's waist to grasp his ass and press them together forcefully. Demon let out a small moan of combined pleasure and pain, scraping his free hand down Riddick's back to rake him with his nails. Riddick groaned in turn, arching into the painful caress. Their tongues swirled and teeth clicked as they kissed forcefully, the kiss as much a fight for dominance as their skirmish on the couch had been.
Finally Demon gave in, allowing himself to focus on the pleasure and melting his body against Riddick's in a hot press of muscular flesh. Riddick's hand was rhythmically squeezing Demon's ass, until Demon could feel himself practically humping at Riddick's hard front in his desire. Finally, Demon pulled back, panting and flushed, only for Riddick to latch his mouth on Demon's neck and suck, hard. He used teeth as well, sucking and biting until a large purple mark showed Demon to have been claimed, and only then did Riddick pull back in satisfaction. Not to be outdone, Demon leaned in and bit down on the junction of shoulder and neck on Riddick, sharp fangs puncturing the skin and drawing blood. Riddick hissed in pain but allowed him to do it. Demon pulled back after a moment, lapping gently at the welling droplets of blood. Riddick shuddered at the delicate touches of Demon's tongue, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation. When Demon finally drew away, a perfect set of sharp teeth prints was visible on Riddick's shoulder, just above the collar of his shirt.
"Now what am I gonna tell the ladies about that?" Riddick teased. He was surprised when Demon snarled, his pupils narrowing until the silver nearly drowned them out.
"You're mine now!" he growled. Riddick was taken aback at the vehemence for a moment, but then smirked at Demon and nodded.
"As long as it's clear that you're mine, too," he agreed, deciding that Demon's Hellhound side must have been particularly strong after making the claim.
Beaming a wide, true smile at him, Demon leaned in for a kiss, a light one that soon turned more passionate. Riddick pulled him close in against his body again, then impatiently lifted him up entirely. Demon obliged by wrapping long legs around Riddick's waist, groaning at the contact of Riddick's hard cock pressing against his ass, even through layers of cloth. They never broke the kiss, tongues stroking each other and alternately sucking on the other's tongue. Riddick carried Demon effortlessly through the suite of rooms and into the bedroom that they had been sharing, albeit sleeping with Demon in Hellhound form.
When his knees bumped the edge of the huge bed, Riddick dumped Demon down, smirking at the small cry of protest from Demon as he was tossed unceremoniously on the bed. Riddick quickly shed his tank top and began unbuttoning his pants, having already taken his boots and socks off earlier in the evening. Demon watched hungrily as Riddick finished with the buttons and slid the pants down his muscular legs, revealing that there were no underwear of any sort to bother with. Demon grinned at that, eyes locking onto the erect, throbbing manhood that stood proudly between Riddick's legs.
With a low growl, Riddick slid up onto the bed, crawling up the bed to where Demon had propped himself against the pile of pillows at the headboard. Demon's eyes raked his body as he crawled, loving the play of muscles rippling along the larger man's body at the slow, predatory movement. When he got to the top of the bed, Riddick stopped and crouched over Demon, allowing him to stare for a few moments longer.
"You're wearing too many clothes," he muttered.
"I'm only wearing one thing," Demon pointed out, looking up at the man's face for the first time since the clothing had begun to come off. Riddick grinned.
"Like I said, too many clothes." Riddick unbuttoned and unzipped Demon's pants, then waited for Demon to obligingly lift his hips for Riddick to slide the pants down his legs and off of his body. The pants were carelessly tossed to the floor, while Riddick took his turn at absorbing the appearance of his lover's body, exposed before him.
Suddenly shy, Demon squirmed a little under the heated gaze, face flushing a little as Riddick's eyes finally returned to stare predatorily at his face. Riddick's gaze softened a little, seeing the genuine shyness of his partner, and traced a hand lightly up and down Demon's body, from mid-thigh to collarbone and back. The light touch relaxed Demon, and Riddick leaned in to begin with a kiss, the slide of their mouths together now familiar but no less arousing. Now, though, they were unclothed, and their hands roamed freely to become acquainted with the other's body.
Riddick became bold first, one hand sliding smoothly up Demon's body to caress the hard cock that lay nestled against Demon's hipbone. Demon arched into the contact, releasing a breathy gasp when Riddick took him completely in his hand and stroked slowly up and down. Almost desperately, Demon groped at Riddick's waist, taking Riddick's cock into his hand as well.
After the initial contact, though, lubricant was necessary for true pleasure for either of them, and Riddick dropped his hand away from Demon to go in search of the bottle of lube that he kept in a nightstand drawer. Demon smirked as he went, having been kicked out twice in the last week so that Riddick could have some alone time with the bottle of lube and his hand. He hadn't protested at the time, wanting to wait until the right moment to instigate the relationship with Riddick. Now that that time was finally there, he could hardly contain his anticipation.
Riddick scrambled back up the bed with the lube in his hand, quickly pumping some out and into his hand to spread over Demon's cock. Demon took a small squirt for his own hand, and they resumed, with greater pleasure on both ends once pressure could be exerted without chafing and pain.
Riddick was determined to be inside of his lover to come, though, and so with some finagling, he maintained the rhythm of stroking Demon's dock with one hand while beginning to prepare and stretch him with the other.
He spread some lubricant on Demon's tight hole first, fingers playing with it until he felt the muscles begin to relax against the foreign feeling. Slowly, teasingly, he began to slide one finger inside, starting with little mini-thrusts and gradually sliding his finger further in each push. Demon moaned at the sensation, his cock pulsing with the combination of pleasure from both ways.
A second finger was added to the first, then Riddick grew too impatient to continue. He smeared more lube on his own cock and around Demon's hole, to help with the initial press, and lined up the swollen head of his cock with Demon's tight asshole.
Still stroking Demon's cock, knowing that the pleasure from that would help to balance out the pain from the first thrust, he slowly pushed his way inside of Demon. He paused when he was fully sheathed, groaning at the tight, warm press of his lover's body wrapped around his dick. Demon cried out at the first push, then gasped when Riddick stopped, but quickly became impatient.
"I'm not some prissy little woman," he growled at Riddick. "Fuck me!"
Riddick grinned sharply, obliging by pulling out slowly, tilting his hips slightly, and driving home to strike deep inside of Demon. Demon cried out in both pleasure and pain, then again when Riddick repeated the action.
"Yesss," he hissed, and Riddick set a fast, deep pace, wanting his lover to be able to come before he did, and knowing that it wasn't going to take him long to reach his peak.
Demon clawed down his back, legs wrapped tightly around Riddick's waist, as Riddick slammed deep inside each thrust. He threw his head back and screamed as he came, spurts of pearly come splattering up onto his belly and chest. The clenching and spasming of his muscles pulled Riddick over the edge, and he came with a low groan, his vision going black with the intensity. Muscles quivering, Riddick waited until they had both finished coming entirely, then slid out of Demon and collapsed bonelessly onto the bed next to him. Demon snuggled up to his side, resting his head on Riddick's chest and throwing an arm across the broad chest, and they both fell sound asleep in the afterglow.