Title: Worth the Wait
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Riddick
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.

PLEASE READ AUTHOR NOTES FIRST!

AN: Ok, just a warning - there is male/male sex in this chapter BUT, I'm not posting the entire thing here. If you want to read the full version, go to my profile and look for the other two links - one to AFF and the other to HP Fandom (for some reason, this link needs to be copy/pasted to work - at least for me)

And I know some of you were looking forward to Top!Harry, but sorry, not happening in this chapter. But never fear! We already have plans to a Bottom!Riddick scene in the future.

And the important note: Both AbeoUmbra and myself have decided to take the next month off from updating. With the holidays coming up, my son being out of school for 2 weeks (hard to write when looking after an hyperactive seven year old), and our other stories that we've been neglecting, we feel this will be for the best. We can catch up on our other works and plot out more on the next part of this fic. So, you will see us again updating on the first weekend of January. Happy Holidays Everyone!

Chapter 10

Shiv out, Riddick kept to the shadows as he left the safety of the 'magic' covered tunnel. His silver eyes glowed as they silently took in the scene of an empty crosswalk. Slowly, he made his way through the Pit in a direction that he had hoped that would lead him to Fang. As he rounded a corner, he pulled up short, spotting a rather large lump of something further up the path. Cautiously, he stepped forward til he was staring down at the dead body of the 'hellhound' that had been in the Den just hours before.

He closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. Then, snapping his eyes open, he walked around the Pack Mother's body and continued on his way. He knew that Fang had to have seen what he had just stumbled on and knowing that, he knew that the Necros were in for a world of hurt.

One by one, his suspicions were proved to be correct as he came upon the first of many bodies of the Necromongers. Each one had been viciously torn apart, and thrown aside like trash. Six he passed, a few of them still had their faces frozen in fear and Riddick couldn't help but smirk at the sight of them.

It was at this moment that he realized where Fang was heading - to the cages.

He picked up his pace, only slightly surprised that he hadn't run into any convicts or Necros along his way, and soon found himself in front of only what one would call a massacre.

The bodies of everyone of the Pack lay in bloody heaps on the dirt floor. Their scaled amour was torn and charred. Throughout, there were a few Necros littered among them - also dead - showing that they didn't go down without a fight. Over to the side was a lone, living, Necro in a face off with a snarling black wolf that was standing protectively over a dying hellhound - if Riddick assumed correctly by its slowly twitching body.

As Fang fearlessly stared down the end of enemy's weapon, Riddick took a second to catalog the werewolf's health. Patches of black fur were now stained and clumped together with blood, several slice marks could be seen by the pink, oozing skin that now showed. The foam leaking from the snarling mouth was twinged with red, but Riddick didn't know if that was from an injury or from his victims. At the moment though, it didn't really matter.

Knowing now was the time to make his appearance known, Riddick stepped rather loudly, catching the Necro's attention and as the enemy turned towards him - a stupid mistake he would have never made - Fang took advantage of the lapse in judgement and lunged. Massive jaws locked onto the arm holding the energy gun and clamped down as Riddick rushed forward and with one clean move slit the Necro's neck.

The wolf was panting heavily, its tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, and both he and Riddick stood there eying each other, as if waiting for one of them to betray the 'friendship' they had formed. When it seemed that neither one of them had any desire to do so, Fang turned his attention back to the downed creature that he had been protecting only moments ago. A small whine was heard, causing Riddick to frown and kneel down to see if there was anything he could do to help. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to do this, it wasn't like he had ever bothered to help the dying before, but the need was there and he just followed it.

Fang was gently licking the snout of the wounded creature, soft keening noises escaping as he worked to clean off some of the grime and blood. He ignored Riddick as the male Furyan slowly checked over the body, shaking his head as he went, knowing that there wasn't really anything he could now except end its life quickly to avoid a pain filled death.

Riddick was too busy trying to figure out the best way to suggest ending the creatures life without having to face its wrath for voicing it when Fang suddenly leaped from a complete standstill. Ducking his head out of instinct, Riddick watched as a black-furred underbelly sailed over him with a vicious snarl followed by a yell and a thud. Spinning around, Riddick brought his shiv up, only to blink at the sight of Fang standing on the downed Necro's chest and its jaws wrapped around the person's neck.

As he mentally cursed himself for not paying attention, Riddick brought his attention back to the helpless beast lying on the floor only to snap his head back around when he heard shouting and loud running footsteps heading in their direction. Knowing that they were about to be over run with Necros, Riddick hauled himself up and called out to Fang.

But the wolf wasn't listening to him, instead, it just threw its head back again, letting out another one of those eerie howls and Riddick was hard pressed not to cover his ears as it echoed in the rock-covered room. But when Fang lunged towards the entrance, Riddick moved quickly and wrapped his arms around the werewolf's torso, holding it back and got an arm full of enraged wolf for his troubles.

Riddick knew logically that they needed to flee, to find somewhere to hide until they could regroup and Fang could heal. He could already feel his arms slipping against the wet, red substance that was slowly flowing out of the twisting body. But, he also knew that Fang would have gladly died in the coming fight and really, he couldn't fault the creature for wanting to do this. But, Riddick had survival instincts that he had homed over the years - first when he became a Ranger in their crooked operation and then in the Strikeforce Academy, on into all his time spent in various Penal Colonies, and so on.

Now was not the time for revenge.

Knowing this, and knowing how bloodthirsty and feral Fang was at the moment, Riddick threw every bit of 'human' in him out the window and brought forth the very essence of his Furyan self - his Alpha birthright - and seized the wolf by the neck, squeezing and jerking it around til he was looking eye to eye with the giant predator.

A challenge had been issued.

There was no fear where Riddick's mind had gone, only animalistic need to assert his dominance over the creature before him and make it realized that it should follow him and only him. The wolf lunged, his jaws snapping just inches from his face and Riddick - somewhere in the back of his mind - was thankful that there wasn't a full moon out to add to his worries. But his hands held steady, keeping the danger away from him and he used all his strength to fling the werewolf away from him, letting it slam against the far wall.

Riddick was already across the room and grabbing for the wolf again by the time the slightly dazed creature was back on its feet. His hand wrapped around Fang's scruff and pulled, throwing it off balance enough for Riddick to drag it away from the room and out a back entrance before it realized what was going on. As Fang began to snarl and thrash in his grip, Riddick just increased his hold and threw his other arm around the wolf's chest, hauling him through the tunnels.

The bucking furred body didn't make it easy on him, he had received several cuts on his arms from claws, but he held on tight, refusing to give up his catch as he reached the den. Riddick's very being was focused on his task and everything else was meaningless as he wrestled the beast to the ground.

It was time to stake his own claim.

Riddick snarled, his muscles tense as he continued to hold the thrashing, enraged werewolf down on the stone floor. He kept a firm grip on its muzzle, applying enough pressure to let the other know that he wasn't happy with the constant dominance struggle they were currently involved in. As he shifted slightly so his body was now fully covering the blood covered creature, Riddick lowered his head - his silver eyes alight with anger and determination - he drew back his lips and growled as he slid the hand that wasn't holding those massive jaws shut, up Fang's back and then to its throat, curling it around the thick muscled neck and squeezed.

It was all instinct now. There was nothing human in the way they were communicating to each other. Dominance play was something they both knew all too well and even though this beast under him was a pure Alpha, and wouldn't be one to submit easily, he also knew that Fang was injured and therefore weaker than he normally would be. It was just a matter of time before Riddick would have control of everything - at least until Fang was back to full health and strength.

He watched with narrowed eyes as the wolf's golden eyes slid from his gaze for the first time since this started, but he knew this wasn't a sign of his submission. He allowed himself to follow the other's gaze and his sight fell on Kyra - who he had completely forgotten about. She was standing with her back plastered against the wall, her eyes wide as she looked at both of them. He was surprised though to see her holding both the cubs in her arms and held tightly against her chest.

A smirk started to play on his lips, but it was completely wiped away when the large body beneath him began bucking wildly, paws clawing at him in another attempt to get away. Riddick realized then that Fang wouldn't even begin to submit if there was another of his Pack - one that was ranked lesser than the two of them - around to watch his defeat. Knowing this, Riddick squeezed Fang's throat harder and told Kyra to leave.

"But - "

"Go! Now! And take them with you, just don't leave the tunnel," Riddick snarled, angered that she wasn't doing as he had commanded. She didn't understand these power plays and her ignorance was making things worse as Fang took notice of her disobedience. The werewolf's struggles doubled, and Riddick could smell the sweet scent of fresh blood as the injuries Fang had tore from the wild movements.

"Kyra..." he growled out her name and was pleased when she finally took his warning and scrambled out of the den. With her gone, he put all his attention on the animal that had come out to play and taken over his mate.

A deep sound started in his chest, and a low warning growl erupted from his lips. His eyes locked onto the golden ones as he lowered his head. His lips drew back in a imitation of another wolf as he showed his displeasure and anger. Fang's body tensed, and Riddick was suddenly surprised to find a naked Harry there instead. Not releasing his hold on the male's throat, Riddick couldn't help but hiss when he felt fangs pierce his hand since it was now covering the man's mouth.

He wrenched his hand away, ignoring the ripped flesh and fresh blood that now flowed down his fingers. Harry was weak now, and Riddick knew instinctively that he needed to feed from him in order to heal, but at that moment, Riddick had an advantage and denying Harry kept the other from winning.

Harry growled, baring his own fangs, but Riddick didn't give in, just continued to stare unflinchingly into now black eyes. There wasn't anymore physical movements, just a struggle of wills.

After a tense standoff, everything suddenly came to an end as Harry closed his eyes, his body going lax before he opened his eyes once again, showing bright green irises. Riddick let out another growl of approval as Harry turned his head away and reluctantly bared his throat. .

Leaning his head down, Riddick couldn't help but inhale the tantalizing smell that wafted off that bared skin. There was blood and sweat lingering in the scent but to him, it only added to the pleasure of it. The body below him shuddered as he darted his tongue out to lick up some of the red liquid that was now slowly leaking out of a nasty looking cut right under Harry's ear. There was a hum of satisfaction that came from him and he let his tongue trail up to the small lobe, pulling it into his mouth and sucking. A low whimper came from his prey, the sound thrilling him more than he realized and he lowered his larger body so it completely covered the smaller one.

Riddick still kept one hand on the other male's throat, but brought the one that was now dripping from the not-so-nice bite he had received, to Harry's mouth. Lightly, he let one of his fingers trace a pale bottom lip, leaving a small blood trail behind. Riddick couldn't help but be fascinated as he watched them part slightly, and a wet tongue dart out, licking clean what he had left behind.

He growled again as his index finger was slowly coaxed into that warm mouth, Harry's tongue skillfully drawing the appendage in as he sucked the remaining blood off. Warm green eyes were slowly beginning to turn golden as the wolf once again came to the forefront, but since Harry's neck was still bared, Riddick didn't react other than to mentally tell himself that time was not on his side.

Jerking his finger from Harry's mouth, Riddick sat up and deftly removed his shirt, carelessly throwing it off to the side. Silver eyes never left their prey, for even if Harry was being submissive, he knew that the male could turn on him at any moment if the werewolf sensed any weakness in his mate.

Although this wasn't the best time for a good fucking - with lingering Necros, the slaughter of Fang's Pack, and Kyra just outside - Riddick knew he had to perform this last act of domination, if only to assert his hierarchy for the time being.

Leaning back over Harry, Riddick brought his hand up and around to the back of Harry's head, grabbing a hold of the now messy braid, and tugged harshly, causing the were-slash-vampire to hiss and bare his throat even more. With a smirk, Riddick bit into the exposed flesh, causing Harry to buck beneath him. He wasn't sure why, but something told him that he needed to break the skin, needed to draw out the vampire's blood and take some of it for his own.

The blood tingled against his tongue, like little 'static' shocks, and Harry moaned as he continued to lap it up. A small shift below him and Riddick could feel hands on front of his pants, undoing the buttons and a pleased growl reverberated from his chest. Smooth hands slid past the waistband of his pants, sliding down his skin while pushing the fabric away from his body.

Those soft hands were enticing, slow and methodical as they spread over his taut thighs, around the back and up to his buttocks and gave a daring squeeze - Riddick jerked harshly on the braid and tore his mouth away from Harry's neck, attacking his lips instead as a rebuke for getting too bold. His mate should be passive, not touching him in places that he hadn't won the right to yet.

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Crawling onto the blanket, Riddick carefully laid himself down beside Harry. When his partner didn't turn to look at him though, he frowned and rolled onto his side so he could bury his nose into the inky black hair that had fallen out of the braid due to his rough handling. Inhaling, Riddick could smell nothing but sex, sweat and the scent of his mate - a satisfied rumble came from his chest and Harry tensed.

Quirking an eyebrow at the odd behavior, Riddick took his hand and grabbed a hold of Harry's chin, turning it gently so they were now looking at each other. Green eyes with absolutely no gold, stared back at him.

"Mine," he said as he captured Harry's lips in a soft kiss.