So first time ever that a reader got pissed off at the fact that I updated! No, really, the fact that I updated pissed him off and he swore at me! :p people are hilarious, I mean really. "Why do you even bother?" "Waste of my fucking time" yeah ok fine, fuck you too.

Riddick Chapter 9

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"Run!" Jack was screaming, "Run!"

Harry knew immediately that they couldn't get to the container before the flying creatures could get to them. Hearing them nearly climbing up his back, Harry made on last leap, aware that Riddick was just at his back, and fell straight to the dirt, flattening himself best as possible. Riddick fell beside him, and they both watched Shazza do the same in front of them.

Gasping in fear as the monsters speared right over them, Harry trembled and looked at Riddick. His green eyes glowed subtly, panicked. Riddick slid a hand up to gently cup Harry's face, calming him. Shocked at his body's sudden lack of flight instinct, Harry stared in awe at Riddick, turning his face to kiss at the man's rough palm.

Riddick made a noise in his chest that made so many promises Harry felt his own cock twitch, even in this situation.

Realizing that Shazza was moving, Harry looked up and cried out at the woman. Another cloud of the little beasts was coming up behind them, but she was making a run for it.

"No!" Harry yelled, making an aborted move towards her. Harry liked her, but even as Riddick's arm came down and drove him punishingly into the dirt, he knew she was dead.

Hiding his face in Riddick's chest, Harry squeezed his eyes shut and listened as the young ones had their first human whole.

Such meat, catch, catch!

Fly, fly! Scream!

And then getting up, Riddick brushed dirt off himself. Poor Jack was crying, her face red and splotchy, "She should have stayed down, why didn't she stay down?" Harry took her into his arms, pitying the poor thing. Stroking the hastily shaven head, Harry lead the child in, and fought not to scream when the heavy metal door was slammed shut. He didn't like being locked in.

They were all panting, filling the air with shaking exhalations filled with terror. Scratching sounds tore at their metal lunchbox, terrifying some even further.

Paris whimpered and panicked, "They're inside!" he scrambled away from the wall and headed towards the door, instincts overriding common sense. Harry finally gave into an urge he had felt since he met the weasel, and slammed the taller man against the side.

"Sit still and be quiet you fool! Or else you'll let all those things know we're in here." Harry hissed, noticing his eyes' green glow in the wide, watery ones of the antiques dealer. He let go of the man in disgust, stepping away as he slid down the wall to sit whimpering at his feet.

"Hey that's enough!" Fry barked at Harry, sweat making her blonde hair brown around her temples. Feeling entirely uncooperative, Harry crossed his arms and ignored her.

Imam then screamed, as a loud bang erupted just beside his head. One of the creature's spikes was driven through the wall of the metal tin they were in. Moving as fast as he could, Johns grabbed up Shazza's blow torch and started cutting a hole into the wall of the ship. It was a container capsule, meaning supplies and trade goods filled the bigger room they stumbled into.

But, bigger room meant bigger possible holes, and Harry could already feel the draft. The blow torch started up again behind him, but Harry stepped into the shadows. Riddick followed him.

Curious, Harry wanted to see one of the bigger ones closer, something in his mouth tingling. Finding his fangs with his tongue, Harry breathed in sharply when he found even more than he had previous. All his teeth had lengthened now, instead of just his canines. If he were the bare his teeth now, it would be like looking in the mouth of a tiger.

Sensing movement overhead, Harry turned his attention elsewhere, slowly backing into the shadow as a great hulking thing crawled its way onto the crates before him. Concentrating on the entirely alien creature that chirped above his head, Harry didn't notice the smell until Riddick's arms were already around him, one hand covering his mouth, the other wide across his stomach.

"Shh." Riddick breathed so low against his ear, Harry was almost sure he didn't speak at all. Breathing deep to get the spicy smell of Riddick's sweat, blood, and dirt into his nose, Harry leaned heavily against the man.

Opening his mouth a little, Harry let just the tip of his tongue touch at the palm of Riddick's hand and was rewarded when the man released his hold and slipped one thick finger into his mouth. Smiling wickedly around said finger, Harry at once sucked on the finger and pressed his bottom half against the hips behind him. Again, he was rewarded with Riddick making no sound, but nearly crushing Harry's smaller body against his.

Eventually, the creature above them moved away, and they relaxed as best they could. Hands grasped at Harry's hips, twisting him violently around. Then Riddick's mouth was falling onto his in a kiss that raised the hair on the back of his neck.

Heart pounding, Harry put his arms around Riddick's neck and tugged, lifting himself off his feet to wrap his thin legs around the man's muscular torso. Doing so put his bottom in Riddick's hands and the man squeezed appreciatively. Gasping into his mouth, Harry ripped his mouth off to stare into the dark goggles hiding those silver eyes. Mouth open and panting, cheeks flushed and eyes glowing, Harry carefully swiveled his hips against the erection pressing against his own.

Riddick growled and took his mouth again, slamming him into the wall and pressing his body heavily against the lithe one in his arms. Harry made a wonderful noise that made Riddick's cock pulse angrily and his head feel light.

"Richard." Harry whispered pleadingly, tightening his legs and pulling in such a way at his head that Riddick shuddered. What a creature.

"Harry! Riddick!" Came Imam's whisper, obviously their absence has been noticed. Harry pulled back and simply stared at him with those damning green eyes. Riddick very seriously considered the consequences of pushing the lithe man down to the ground and mounting him then and there, but he resisted through some herculean effort.

Harry slid away from the taller man, heart pounding and body buzzing with arousal. Someday soon, they wouldn't get interrupted, and then finally, finally. Smiling mysteriously at Imam, Harry walked back to the circle of light surrounding the survivors.

He realized in a few moments, that Riddick was not behind him, and Imam was frantically searching for one of his boys. Ali clutched at the older man's robes, looking far too young and far too innocent.

Then, it all happened in several gut wrenching noises, a creature's cry, Johns yelling and shooting his gun, and Riddick running and then falling.

A dead creature lay at their feet, smoking in the light. Tilting his head, Harry watched it bubble and his, wondering what it would taste like. Probably terrible.

Fry ushered everyone into the small space in the wall, closing the hole up with some large plank. It was in this small circle of firelight, that Harry realized what was going to happen.

All these people would die.

Looking at Riddick, with Riddick's dark goggles looking back at him, Harry knew Riddick would get out alive. He will damn well take Harry along with him, but these people, Fry and Johns and Paris and Imam and the two children… would die. Looking quickly and the quietly crying Jack and Ali, sitting huddled together, Harry's heart clenched and a fiery resolve filled his chest. He would not see children die. Not ever, not again.

His eyes glowed when he looked at Riddick again, and as if the man knew what he was thinking, bowed his head only slightly. As if consenting.

Good…Riddick will get them out.

Johns was swearing, pacing around with a hand on his gun like a madman. Harry wouldn't feel very bad if this man would die, with his creepy eyes that felt like hands on his body. Yes…

Looking up at Riddick Harry smiled again, utterly uncaring about Paris's look. Riddick and he and the children would survive.

Good.

Then he could kill Paris after all.

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