Dehctiws
Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything – not Buffy, not Harry Potter, not Pitch Black or Chronicles of Riddick.
AN: I'm sorry for taking my time with this – but this is my first Harry as a dom!1st person…enjoy?…
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-Harry's POV-
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"What is that?" I heard, even from the haze of pained sleep – and some odd years traveling the universe - I still recognized Madame Pomfrey's shrill tones (for she was only shrill when she was upset – and I suppose I reflexively encouraged this state) – more was the mystery to what 'that' was.
Luna laughed, and I found I was quickly reassured, if curious.
"This is Riddick-within-Hell Hound."
That wasn't reassuring in the least.
My eyes opened quickly enough – and with the sight of the white (why, oh why, did everything have to be so damnably white?) walls, all the memories came rushing back. Admittedly, I had wondered – absently, why I was back in school – and if everything had only been a dream. With Riddick's name – and that of Hell Hound's – I knew it wasn't.
I didn't have to guess what was going on in Riddick's mind – how did Luna know all that? Was practically being shouted at me; instead of answering I turned to look at Xander. He was peacefully unaware of his surroundings, though his mind still swam with hate and loathing for Amy – it was less… all consuming… now. That wasn't to say I don't blame him – his words had been enough to convince me he was in the right at being furious at Amy, even if I hadn't been aware of the memories he held.
"Xander?" I hissed, rising – squinting against the glare to see Hell Hound -er, Riddick a black and silvery blur – he leapt up on the bed – even as Madame Pomfrey gasped in outrage – I smiled blindly in her direction, my lips echoing reassurances I didn't truly hear. I was too caught up in the joy I felt curling in my stomach upon laying a hand on Hell Hound's great skull with Riddick's mind beneath it – Luna had been right, of course, Riddick was – somehow – within him.
"Xander is well, Harry – he is on the cot next to yours. They wanted to make sure you were awake before waking him." Luna told me in her sisterly tones, which were only different from her normal airy way, except she let some approval of me warm her tone that slackened with anyone else.
Nonetheless I was awake – and I would see Xander awake as well – slowly I gathered my magic – and painfully – alike to being burnt twice over in the same place – only to be blistered and bruised for it, I reached for more.
I was almost surprised that gathering magic from Hogwarts was easier then gathering my own. After sending myself across the universe to reach Riddick – I expected the gathering other magic outside my own to be more painful – oddly it wasn't. This was either really good - or very bad – either of which needed looking into when Xander was awake.
I sighed softly, and like relaxing a cramped muscle, I sent the gathered magic to wake Xander. Tenderly, my mind reached out to his, along raw and tender mental and magical links that likened to electric cables, that had clearly had been frayed and fried too much in the past day. Regardless – he was there, bright and enduring. I was grateful – reassured, but not yet ready to relax.
When I opened my eyes, his were the first eyes I saw. They are startling, the color of obsidian – and if such a stone could glow from within alike to the moonlight – that would be very like my Xander's eyes.
But Riddick was insistent to get an answer to Luna's abilities – that wasn't hard to discern with his consciousness pressing against mine, and even the links for answers. What was Luna to me – and how did she simply know what was what - and the thoughts and feelings that ran through a person.
"How does she," Xander warily nodded to Luna – though his eyes had went over Madam Pomfrey, but had settling on Luna, "know Riddick is in Hell Hound?" Xander asked, and I knew I had to answer them – but not with Draco and Severus around – something in me, which was Neko screamed that to talk with them would be a risk to my mates – and it was insistent.
"Madam Pomfrey, if you would leave them in my care? Draco – Severus, you are causing Harry distress, please leave – I'm sure Minerva needs you in the Feast." Luna effortlessly followed my instincts, having another Neko around had always been helpful, but I knew – as a Neko, she would not leave – and as this did concern her, she had a right to stay.
While I know that Madam Pomfrey would sooner snap her wand then leave a still healing person – neither of us had been injured, and Hell Hound made her vastly uneasy. Especially as he seemed to have some sort of magic –triggered y his own instincts – or because Riddick's mind was joined with his - even I had been unaware of anything of the like until he had 'offed' the lights – which were no easy task, even for a Wizard. So that – and the fact Luna was perfectly capable of taking care of me and my needs – as she too - was a Healer, Madam Pomfrey left, resentful – but willing to go.
I could see at a glance that, although Draco and Severus were cautious of overstepping Neko instincts – they also wanted to know what was going on. Draco – as Xander's anger had sprung from his wife – wanted to stay because of that. Severus was interested in Hell Hound – for both his magical ability, and the fact that in the world – there was not another creature like him.
"I want answers, Luna." Draco insisted softly, and Luna glanced to him – her slitted pupils narrowing, the only sign of her ire. She would not snarl and show off her raze edge canines as I once wouldn't help but do. She was more mature then that.
"You shall have them – but this is not a matter for Wizards to hear." Luna stated quite plainly, and that was that – a Neko, as magical and ancient as we are – are not Wizards. The very law of the Wizards placed us as 'magical creatures' – the most dangerous of them, some of the Wizards would say. It is why the only Neko's that are left have crossed with other beings – to survive. At one point if you angered one – you risked death, being only half-Neko has its advantages, we don't feel as strongly unbalanced as whole Neko's did. My mates only helped in that.
"Very well." Severus murmured, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder and leading him out. With a whisper the door shut, and Luna sighed, looking between me and my mates.
"You were never one for the easy path, brother." Her tone now that the others were away was filled with a certain tired fondness – a certain teasing note lacing her voice.
"That path is not our way." I insisted softly, and she nodded her agreement, not disagreeing. My mates were puzzled at the exchange – and I felt Riddick's jealously rising, worrying that Luna was more then my litter mate – wondering at the strangeness of her.
Her eyes were suddenly on him, holding Riddick – piercing, wary.
"My mother was a whole Neko – it was the reason she was killed. My father was a Wizard, but his mother had been an elf – and he inherited their ability to see into other realms, although he can not touch them. He was thought mad by Wizards – and died before his time for lack of their faith. I am Neko – but I have the gifts of my grandmother's blood." Luna explained, and I saw Xander frown at this.
"Elves are real?" Xander asked outright – he had never been one to hide is curiosity, and I had encouraged this trait. Outright acceptance was nice, when it happened - but I liked to think he and Riddick would ask questions – else they would never learn.
"Yes. Though there are many different types – among them the fairy." Luna spoke, and I knew – suddenly, that though she trusted they were mine, she did not know them as she knew me, and was reluctant to tell them more then would be polite. I also knew – from my links and marks, that Xander was somewhat in awe of the fact of Elves and other – the 'brighter' sort of magical creatures existed, the Luna I knew would see that – and would favor Xander for it.
"Awesome" Xander murmured a far off look in his eyes – a somewhat dreamy grin on his lips.
All too often Wizards and Witches expected other, 'nicer', magical creatures to be around – Xander had grown up facing the worst the magical world had to offer. Demons – hags, and other dangers – he hadn't, until I came around, known there was a flip side to magical creatures – or even an in-between.
Luna smiled – a true, genuine smile, and it lit up her face.
"Your rooms in the tower are still unoccupied." Luna told me, so amused she might as well have been laughing at me.
"Thank you, Luna." I murmured, a small grin brushing my lips.
"You're expected to make a attempt to appear at the Feast – then, I'm afraid – we will be rushing off to the Headmistresses Office to hear your tale form start to finish," Luna was smirking in her most Neko-like manner right back at my grin, "by then – you'll have to tell the media something – so why not do it at the celebration likely to start at Malfoy Manor in your honor." Luna finished, and with a fancy little curtsy, she left, humming under her breath. I couldn't help but shake my head – Xander's eyes were on me, as amused as a cat that's gotten into the cream with no-one the wiser.
Xander rolled off the bed, looking around the medical ward; I stood, making my way behind him, watching him take in the moving pictures – the shimmering potions – and the thick presence of magic. He sighed – his breath leaving him reluctantly.
"Neat place to grow up." Xander assured me, seeing that my attention was focused on him. I wondered if he was resentful – he wasn't, but he was wondering if he was good enough for me. I let my head rest against his shoulder, my breath licking at his ear, he shivered.
"Wait till you see the tower." I purred, flicking my tongue out against the shell of his ear – Xander shivered, look at me with an expression I'd never thought I'd see on his face – there was desire, and love, yes, but certain submissiveness was there as well; a need to taken care of.
I recognized it – and so did Riddick.
We must have made an odd sight – a Neko, a 'muggle' man, with the demonic Hell Hound at our heels. We made it in a surprisingly good time to the tower – Hogwarts seemed all too approving.
I caressed the gritty cold stone wall – a circler hole, big enough for a man to walk though, appeared – this was the only place in the entire school that had a touch "password". There was good reason for that – you could only enter my tower rooms in this location – but you could exit them anywhere you willed. Or Hogwarts subconsciously thought you ought to be.
I dragged Xander into the tower, waiting only until Hell Hound had padded into the rooms – and the whisper of stone grinding against stone told me the passageway had shut behind us.
I walked him backward, kissing him – my tongue invaded Xander's mouth, and he, of course, fought back. He played dirty, nipping at my lips submissively, while darting his tongue in and out of my mouth – all the while I felt Riddick watching, he was interested – although Hell Hound was not.
For that, I was somewhat grateful, Riddick's body – galaxies away, would be hard and aching, while Hell Hound would be rather amused at us – but not aroused.
A soft – willing - sound from Xander had all my attention rushing back to him. I found myself unsure of how to continue – too many choices swarmed up, making my blood rush. My fingers clenched into Xander's hard, and his gasped softly, arching his neck and pressing his body – trembling with need and want, against mine.
I growled, latching onto his throat, biting at it – he whimpered, shivering with arousal all over. Power and magic swirled about, reinforcing my claim on him. With my other hand, I pressed my nails – having lengthened in my arousal, against his pants, carefully shedding them. No matter how careful – Xander hissed his pained pleasure against my ear, making it flick, I had left hot, red marks – my marks on his pale flesh – from hip to thigh – from there his pants had practically fallen off.
"Xander…" My voice was husky, harsh – demanding all the same that he answer me, things I had never been so far from my home world. I was glad to have this part of me back.
"Wha - what?..." Xander gasped - panting, feeling my clothed erection against his bare thigh. My hand which had been petting his hair – the nails lengthened – pressing against his skull, he froze – his breath catching in his throat.
"Want you…" Growling I brought the claws down the back of his shirt, shredding this – as well. I wondered if it occurred to him that after this encounter he'd have to ware my clothes or go without – both realizations sent hot sparks up my spine, tingling along the threshold of my skin.
Xander mewled softly, turning so his muscular back was to me - arched; his legs were spread, and the curved crease of his ass begged to be touched. So I did, having controlled my claws – pressed to my finger – if sharp enough to draw blood. The red lines on Xander's back – like those on his thigh, had not drawn blood – they were only marks – I did not want to hurt him.
I started to play with him – dipping my finger into the heat of him, rubbing the tensed muscles of his opening – he was gasping, panting, whimpering sweet needy noises all the while.
"Harry…!" He gasped – as I teased him, pressing the whole of one finger into him, stroking his sweet spot, I decided I liked my name on his pouting lips. I did it again – he gasped - arching up onto his toes, forcing my two fingers into him, I growled softly – the heat of his body seeped into me through my fingers – welcoming.
"Please, Harry, please." Xander pleaded, and I knew I had teased him enough – Xander was never one for preparation, reluctantly – I withdraw my fingers from him, that hand going to clutch possessively at the marked thigh – the other to his shoulder, to still him, my claws pressing warningly against his soft – sweet, skin.
The head of my length was pressing into him – and for the first time, I hesitated – my breath rushing in and out of me.
"Take me, Harry." It was a demand – an order, and I didn't mind following it. I pushed into him, his heat teasing me deeper – he groaned softly as I pressed the whole of my hardness into him.
I found myself shivering in pleasure, licking at his neck – anything to distract him from the abrupt pain of my entrance – soon he was moaning, his entrance tensing and relaxing against me.
"Move, Harry." Xander hissed at me – and I did, at first pushing and relaxing into him – small short thrusts to get him used to my size and length. Soon he was moaning – gasping my name, heat surrounded me, luring me into surrendering my control– I growled – letting go, biting into his shoulder and thrusting harshly in and out of him, taking him as mine – to use as I willed.
Xander cried out in surprise – arching against me as we came together – panting for breath. With a rush of emotion and thoughts – I felt Riddick's 'mind' taunt with lust – flung back into his own body – stumbling over each other we climbed into the bed; else we would have curled against one another on the floor. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with that – but I much rather be in my own warm –soft - bed curled up with Xander.
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AN: I have a new, pretty, keyboard. –Coos- My older one having died one step at a time, after tea had somehow been knocked onto it when I'd been away. I can finally use the 'b' key (among others – but that's the one I missed the most) without much cursing and finger pressure pain! –Cheers-
-Tentatively- So…what do you think of the sex scene?
And the story line, of course. Like….
What is Amy up to?
When do you think Buffy and the gang will show up?
Yes, the other Xander is still around, you know - the 'girl' known as Jack. I do wonder how Angel's going to react to not having the 'real' Xander…
When should Riddick show up?
