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Sexy male touching! I warn you!

-mayu

The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was that they had placed him in the corridor, under a horizontal bar. He was curled up on the metal, soaking in the small bit of coolness that was left. His arm was wrapped in bandages.

Below him he could hear Fry speaking to Riddick, it wasn't hard to recognize the deep, resonating voice. Just listening to its timber, never mind he couldn't hear the words, was doing strange things to his body.

At one point there was a rattling of chains and soon after, Fry came striding past his spot. She didn't seem to see him, but Harry felt his hackles rise when the scent of fear and arousal washed off of her. Fucking bitch, he's not hers. He didn't stick around to think of why he was being so possessive, instead he got up and moved to where Fry came from, where Riddick was being kept.

The light he sat under put his face in shadows, and the man was unnaturally still as Harry came down the stairs. When Harry paused, leaning against the railing he spoke.

"Come for a visit, Gorgeous?" Harry bit the inside of his lip when the man's voice seemed charged full of power.

"I just wanted to see you." Harry whispered, leaving the railing and stepping around the man. He came up to the chained left hand, which was crunched into a fist around a knot of chain. Harry hesitantly reached out and ran his fingertips lightly around the back of Riddick's hand, dipping them in the valleys between his fingers. In response Riddick turned his head towards him; eyes closed, and opened his hand.

"I don't think you know who I am, babe. Nor do I think you know what you're doing." Harry ran his hand up the powerful forearm, stepping closer, around one spread knee. Now he stood in the divide between Riddick's spread legs, only one hand touching him, gliding up the powerful bicep.

"I don't know what I am doing." Harry confessed, and suddenly dropped to his knees, placing his slim hands lightly on each knee of the larger man. Looking up, Harry inwardly shivered when he caught sight of silver orbs cracked open to watch him.

His hands flexing, Harry ran them up the muscled thighs, slipping straight past where a rather prominent bulge was situated and up the toned stomach. Leaning forward, Harry breathed in the heavy scent of arousal that emanated off of Riddick, opening his mouth to just barely skim his bottom lip over the bulge before he straightened, sliding his own body against the larger one in front of him. Riddick gave a wonderful growl that went straight to Harry's cock, sending a hot dagger of heat through him.

Breathing against the hollow of Riddick's throat, Harry whispered, "I don't know what I'm doing, but something in me knows you. Richard." Turning just slightly, so his cheekbone slid against Riddick's jaw, Harry couldn't contain he cry of pain when Riddick moved, slamming his teeth into the crook of Harry's thin shoulder. His whole body shuddering, Harry fell against Riddick, giving a helpless moan when the man refused to let go of his hold on him. It was a searing pain, where Riddick was piercing his flesh, but oh, so good.

Slipping to straddle one of Riddick's large thighs, Harry melted against him, and when Riddick finally released his shoulder, Harry whimpered. Running his lips along Harry's cheek, Riddick contemplated this thin being in his lap.

It was wonderful how arousing the boy was, he couldn't find a sexual partner to match him for many years, but it was also disconcerting. It's like his animal side purred whenever Harry was near, and having held him in his arms only a few hours ago had been a new experience. He never wanted anybody to put his hands on this black haired fae-like creature, no man or woman would ever be able to taste him, ever, because he was RIDDICK'S.

Harry hummed against his chest, but then pushed off, and despite Riddick's warning growl, got off the man and stepped away.

"Gotta go see the others, love," Harry smiled softly, one hand coming up to trace the side of his face, his emerald eyes delving into Riddick's silver ones. "Can't get them suspicious."

"Fuck them." Riddick growled, his arms flexing against their hold. Harry giggled, and tentatively leaned over to press his lips against Riddick's mouth in a heart stopping, sweet, chaste kiss.

Riddick watched every movement of those hips as Harry left him, and couldn't help but think of them long after the boy had gone. Hell, he couldn't help thinking of the whole package. Nobody had ever made him feel this….excited, this happy for a long, long time.

"What's goin' on?" Harry said, coming up to the group who surrounded the grave. He felt a pang when he looked at the hole, the red blood already baked into the soil.

"Fry's down there, looking for whatever could be down there." Johns snorted, obviously against the idea.

"She didn't." Harry stared at him. Shazza nodded, looking tired and rather trodden on but still alert.

"She wanted to make sure."

Harry couldn't help the snort, "Cause you know, going into a hole that had giant creature trying to eat me, and got Zeke is perfectly reasonable. What, does she think they're gonna be polite?"

Imam sent him a disapproving look, but then hopped into the hole, "I thought I heard something."

Then, Harry noticed Jack blink and peer around, staring out at the spires with an unusually intense look on her face.

"What's that?" Johns said childishly, pointing at a spot on Harry's neck. Considering the bite Riddick gave him was still smarting, Harry thought that the large bruise he left behind might be seen by the others.

"Just a bruise." He answered, glowering when Johns lifted an incredulous eyebrow. The man was about so say something scathing when Jack started running, yelling, "I hear Fry!"

It didn't take long for them to find the spire from which her voice was loudest, and soon the older men were busting in with the picks.

Fry was pulled out of the hole immediately, carried a short distance and then set on her feet. Harry stayed near the spire, looking down the hole. There were hisses and screeches in the ground that seemed to raise the hair on Harry's neck.

"Fuck!" Fry screamed, wiping her mouth. She was still panting heavily, and the wildness in her eyes was just receding. "I don't know what the fuck is in there, but whatever it is it got Zeke, and nearly got mE!" there was a great wrench, and Fry went flying back as something seized the pull still tethered to her belt. She went crashing into Harry, who was forced ahead of her into the spire.

He cried out in pain as the rough edges of the spire scrapped along his arms and back. Fry scrambled at him, nearly shoving him down the hole in her efforts to free herself. The others were grabbing at her as well, nobody seemed to care that Harry was being forced in more and more.

"Cut it!" somebody yelled, and he was horrified to find that the thing that was keeping him up was the taught pull, that they were seconds away from cutting. Grabbing the edge of the hole, Harry screamed when the pull was flung away from Fry, the edge catching Harry in the face. Fry was shoved away from the hole, and only then did someone force their arms down the hole for Harry. Something in the hole screamed in fury as the rope fell down empty, and there was the sound of claws scraping against rock.

Imam and his Chrislam boys pulled Harry up as if he weighed noting. And soon he was slumped on the ground panting, listening to the angry screeches of the creatures beneath their feet.