Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes on AO3 version
(ME) Hello everyone! Here is another chapter for all of you to enjoy and I wanted to say thanks to all of you that review, all your messages feel me with warm and they to make me want to post up faster so you can read more ^^
While my other story are still monthly this one is being done at the speed of light (well not really but you know my I mean ^^) by my beta Kakanaruiru they are steaming ahead of me I am having trouble keeping up lol but a great be thanks to them for doing such great work ^^
Ok onto the final vote and it is….drum roll please…I'm not telling lol many you will guess but it's not till the next chapter we find out the fate of the little boy ^^
So without holding out anymore more here is the chapter, I hope you enjoy ^^
(Harry's Thoughts)
~Riddick's thoughts~
"Talking"
Chapter 8
Harry fell in and out of consciousness as Johns rushed into the ship, the others close behind, and into the room that held the silent Riddick. It was the biggest space in the ship that all of them could get into without falling over debris.
Imam had grabbed some blankets and laid them on the ground so Johns could lay Harry down. The raven let out a whimper as Imam started taking his bloody and torn shirt, alongside his vest, off. He would hear Johns yelling, but couldn't make out what he was saying, the pain was just too much.
"Get something to put pressure on the wounds!" Johns yelled at the others. It pissed him off that so many adults were standing around uselessly; they needed to get something to stop the bleeding, and fast.
"M… my… b… bag," Harry whispered in pain as he tried to reach for Jack, who was still holding onto it.
"Shh, my son, you must rest," Imam said to him in worry, his hand over the shoulder wound to help stop the bleeding.
"In…in m…my bag, bl… black case, vials inside it…. Need it… please." Harry begged. If he didn't get that vial soon he was going to go into a blood rage, he could feel it rising under the pain and it was beginning to cloud his mind, getting the better of him. He could feel Riddick's eyes on him as he whimpered in pain as they cleaned his shoulder and stomach with the only thing they had available – Paris's alcohol, which would help to cleanse the wounds.
"Jack, give me the bag," Imam ordered softly, holding his clean hand out to the bag in the child's hands. Shakily, Jack gave it to Imam, still looking on in shock at all the blood coming from Harry.
Imam riffled through it. Due to the magic inside it, it appeared to have clothes and small items inside to him and the others in the group, if Harry wasn't in so much pain at that moment in time he would thank his papa for putting that feature into the bag. Imam moved the clothes aside and heard a clink of glass, grabbing a hold of it he pulled out a black leather case. Hoping that was what the young boy wanted, he took it out and looked at Harry. He asked. "In here?"
Harry nodded his head as he was into much pain to speak, he knew if he opened his mouth there was a chance they would see his fangs. He could feel them growing already and he hoped as soon as he took the bloodlust potion they would go back in again.
Opening the case, Imam looked inside and saw a few vials that were red in colour. Taking one of the vials out, Imam opened it and moved over to Harry's side and placed it over young boy's mouth. As Harry let the blood mixed potion run down his throat, he felt some strength come back to him. But he was hungry for more. It looked like he had lost more blood than he thought and it was going to take time for the potion to work. The bloodlust that the vial was meant to quench pulled at him, telling him that a veritable buffet sat right in front of him.
He ignored it; he couldn't afford to show the others what he was, though after that attack he knew that he would have to tell them at some point, just not yet.
With some of his strength recovered from the small amount of condensed blood, he reached for the black case and took it from Imam, going through it he took out a navy blue potion.
He opened it and knocked it back, swallowing all of it before dropping the empty vial and reaching into the case again. This time he took out a second vial that had a murky green liquid inside it. Taking a quick look at the label, he read the black, block letters that told him it was a healing potion for his cuts. With a grimace, he swallowed it as well but not without a shudder. Even after a thousand years, potions still tasted as horrible as ever.
Pain left him as the potions worked to heal his body and take the pain away. As Imam and Johns bandaged his shoulder and stomach, he let his eyes close and fell into a healing sleep. Before the realm of dreams could take him though, he heard a growl not far from him.
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Time change…with Riddick
Riddick sat stone still as he heard them make their way to the hole. He didn't like the look Fry had as she'd left.
~That bitch better not get my vixen to go down that hole. Or there be hell to pay.~ Riddick thought as he sat in the dark. He ran his tongue over his lips as he tried to catch the last traces of Harry still there, it was his second taste of his raven haired beauty and even now he wanted more.
He had never been like this with others, having fucked them and moved on, never getting close enough to feel anything other than lust.
With Harry though, he wanted more. He didn't just lust for him, he wanted to protect him from harm, and that was a feeling entirely new to Riddick.
After being alone for so long in his life, and getting fucked over by everyone and now here he was letting someone he had met only hours ago into his heart. It was strange that was for sure, but he knew he wasn't being controlled by another to make he feel this way though. He'd come across those that had power to make you follow their every word and every time they had tried that with him, they'd ended up with a shiv in the back.
So with that ruled out and his animal side wanting to claim Harry as theirs, it had raged inside him when Johns had called for Harry like the other belonged to him, he knew there was something strong connecting him to the raven. Just not what.
Shaking his head, he decided to think on it later. He knew Harry had a clue as to why they were acting like this towards each other, so all he had to do was wait and that was something he was very good at.
Turning his head, he concentrated on the others; even though they were far away he could still hear them as well as pick up their scents.
He could smell his vixen's anger and fear, something was going on and he didn't like it. Growling, he listened in to the fighting that was going on between Harry and Fry, the bitch wanted his Vixen to go down that fucking hole and she was using everything she could to make sure it was him.
~Looks like the bitch wants some pay back.~ Riddick thought. He knew she had been terrified of Harry, along with him knowing about her attempted murder of the passengers and she wanted him gone.
But she picked the wrong one to go for, Riddick wasn't going to let anyone hurt his Vixen, not when he still had questions to ask the beauty.
He heard his Harry agree to go down, if only to shut them up. ~I'll shut them up alright.~ he thought darkly, already imagining their gruesome deaths.
Riddick could hear Harry's heart speed up the further he went down. He could feel his vixen's fear spike suddenly, and he began to pull at his restraints, testing them, hoping to break the chains. All he accomplished was a cacophony of clanging metal, even as he began to pull at them harder when he heard his vixen scream in pain. He could hear him call for help to be let out, but the restraints stayed as strong as ever. A strange sense of helplessness filled his chest, something he had never felt before. The smell of blood reached him, and a roar was building inside his chest at the scent of his vixen's blood and his animal side cried out for him.
"Get it off me! Get it the fuck off me!" Riddick's head turned as he heard Harry's yell, the fear in his voice made his blood boil. Riddick growled, pissed when the restraints refused to give even an inch.
The sound of feet pounding towards him, and the smell of his Vixen's blood grew stronger as they came closer to him. Riddick watched Johns carry Harry into the room with a panicked look on his face as Imam pulled blankets onto the ground for Harry to lie upon. His eyes darkened at the amount of blood revealed when Imam cut the shirt off of him.
"M… my… b… bag," Riddick heard the pained whimper from Harry as he watched him reach for the kid, Jack. His heart filled with pain as he was forced to watch from afar. Riddick looked on as the others stood around, useless, as Imam and Johns tried to stop the bleeding.
"Shh, my son, you must rest," Imam said to his vixen in worry, he was trying to stop the bleeding from the shoulder wound but Riddick could see it seeping through his fingers.
"In…in m…my bag, bl… black case, vials inside it …. Need it… please," Riddick's eyes didn't leave Harry as he could barely speak. Another whimper came as the others cleaned the wounds on Harry's shoulder and stomach with Paris' alcohol and Riddick sat, tensed and motionless. All he could do was watch on as his mate squirmed in pain.
"Jack, give me the bag," the holy man ordered softly. ~I'll spare him and his sons if he helps my mate…. Mate. Is…is he my mate?~ Riddick thought as he watched Imam rifle through the bag until Riddick heard a clink of glass and saw Imam take out a smaller black leather case. "In here?" asked the holy man. Harry nodded his head. Riddick could tell he was in too much pain to speak anymore.
The holy man pulled a blood red vial out of the case before opening it, and when he did Riddick could smell new blood from inside of it. Imam placed it over his vixen's mouth and heat rushed through Riddick's veins as he watched Harry drink the blood.
He could smell the hunger from him, even as he pulled out a navy blue vial and then another murky green vial. Watching Harry drink that those as well, he could tell the pain was finally leaving him and with it, Riddick's pain left as well. He watched Harry slowly close his eyes in peace as his vixen fell into sleep.
~There's going to be hell to pay for this.~ Riddick growled as he thought of the things he would do to them for hurting his Vixen. At the growl everyone jumped, forgetting Riddick was even in the room. They turned to him as he leaned into the light "What the fuck happened?" Riddick rumbled.
"Fry wouldn't go down the hole," Jack said, giving the woman a dark look. "So Harry went down instead. Whatever's down there got him, and got him good." Fry swallowed, eyes flitting around as the others gave her accusing looks.
"What? Too scared Carolyn?" Riddick said, his silver eyes staring hard into hers. "Can't face your fears?"
Fry didn't respond. Seeing that she wouldn't receive help from any of the others, she clenched her jaw, held her head up, and stormed out of the hold. After a long moment, the others followed her into the sun to give Harry some peace to rest; all but Johns. Johns sat down leaning against a bulkhead, his big gage slung over his knees, and stared at Harry.
He looked up and met Riddick's gaze. They sat, staring at each other, in silence.
But Riddick knew that wouldn't last long, he could smell the fear coming for Johns, he was spooked by what had attacked Harry, and Riddick knew Johns too well in that the blue eyed devil was trying to coming up with a plan.
A plan involving him.
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Sometime later…
Harry groaned silently before turning onto his side. Pain was running through his body, but not as intense as before, though he knew he'd need more time and blood for his shoulder and stomach to fully heal.
Blinking his eyes open, he saw Johns and Riddick across from him, they were talking about something. Trying to focus on them, Harry head cleared enough for him to catch what they were saying.
"So here's the deal. You work without chains, without bit and without shivs. You do what I say when I say it," Johns ordered, he knew this wasn't his smartest move but whatever was down that hole worried him more than a free Riddick.
"For what? The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you," Riddick answered, he wasn't falling for Johns' plans that easy, plus he wanted to see how far the blue eyed devil would take this.
"The truth is… I'm tired of chasing you." Johns said, looking at Riddick.
~Like I believe that for a moment.~ Riddick thought, but his mind started to go over some plans of his own.
"Are you saying you'd cut me loose?" Riddick said, disbelief in his voice. ~Let's see what you come up with.~
"I'm thinking you could have died in the crash," Johns replied, like it was that simple to make someone disappear.
"My recommendation: Do me. Don't take the chance that I'll get shiv-happy on your wannabe ass," Riddick rumbled, wanting to push the man. He could see and smell the fear in Johns, the sweat dripping from the man's forehead was a clear sign that the blond was falling for the mind fuck.
"No." Harry whispered, having heard everything. He couldn't believe Riddick was messing with Johns about his freedom, there was some plan Riddick had in mind, but that didn't stop Harry for worrying about his mate.
"Ghost me, motherfucker. That is what I would do to you," Riddick said with a smirk on his face.
Suddenly, Johns pulled out his gun and fired. Riddick turned his head away, the sound making him deaf in one ear, he had thought he had pushed Johns too far, but it seemed the mans greed over powered his common sense. Instead of a bullet in the brain, the chains holding him in places fell to the ground, freeing him.
"I want you to remember this moment. The way it could have gone, and didn't," John said, staring at Riddick as he sat there. He wanted Riddick to know who had the power here.
"Here." Johns said stepping forward to hand Riddick his goggles. Suddenly, instead of going for the goggles Riddick went for the gun, with a twist the gun was now pointing at Johns.
"Take it easy," Johns said, raising his hands up in surrender, he can tell he pissed the big guy off, not a smart thing to do.
"Fuck you!" Riddick growled out, the temptation to pull the trigger was overwhelming and it was taking everything he had to not end this fucker.
"Do we have a deal?" Johns asked nervously, staring down at his gun and back up at Riddick's sliver eyes.
They stared at each other for a moment, Harry watching them wide eyed at what was going on in front of him, heart pounding as the tension mounted. It was only a moment before Riddick answered, "I want you to remember this moment."
With that he dropped the gun on the floor and snatched his goggles from Johns hand and stormed off, but he didn't get far before hearing something behind him.
Harry, who had finally got his heart under control after seeing Johns shoot at his mate, tried to sit up, but the pain in using his injured arm stopped him cold. It hurt worse than his stomach, though that could be because that creature had bitten into it, and forced him to lie back down on the ground.
He closed his eyes as he tried to get a handle on the pain, though a small whimper did escape and both men in the room heard it, the sound making Riddick stop in his tracks. The next thing he knew someone, was kneeling by him and opening his eyes slowly, Harry looked into blue eyes of Johns.
"What happened?" Harry choked out, his mind blank for a moment at the pain of trying to get up.
"Don't you remember?" Johns asked, checking the bindings around his shoulder.
Harry hissed as Johns pulled at the wound and blinked as the memory came rushing back to him.
"That bitch!" Harry snarled, sitting up abruptly, causing him to wince in pain. "I'm going to rip her throat out!"
Trying to stand with some trouble, Harry accepted the hand Johns held out as he stood, one hand pressed against the wrappings across his abdomen. "I should throw her down one of those bloody spires and let her face those fucking overgrown lizards herself."
"Did you see Zeke down there?" Johns asked, wondering what Harry saw down there, though nothing good by the sounds of it.
"Oh, yeah, I saw Zeke alright. If you still want his right foot, you better send Fry to get it, because there's no way in hell I'm going back down there," Harry said sarcastically.
Harry looked around him to see Riddick standing there.
"How long was I out?" Harry asked. Seeing his bag, he reached for it and opened it, he was happy the magic weaved into the bag made others see that it looked full or he would have had to explain why there looked like a bottomless black pit inside.
Reaching inside it, he took out the black case that held all his potions, opening it up, he started looking for something to help him heal faster and to see if he had any more blood vials.
(Merlin, I'm so hungry. Hm… wonder if Riddick will feed me.) Harry parried in his mind, looking up at said man and running his eyes over Riddick's hot form.
Johns, not liking the look Harry was giving Riddick, blocked his view before he answered him.
"About half an hour or so." Johns answered. Riddick let out a growl but before Riddick could rip Johns' head off for touching or being near Harry, they heard Fry call from outside.
"JOHNS! WE NEED YOUR HELP OUT HERE!" Fry's whiny voice shouted.
They turned towards the screeching, for that is what it was. (God, with a voice like that I'm so happy to love men.) Harry thought as he sat down on a metal box, feeling too weak to stand any longer.
"You going to be alright Harry?" Johns asked, seeing him sit down and wince in pain.
"I'll be fine, Johns. You better go see what the bitch wants before someone slits her throat just to shut her up," Harry said cheekily. Reluctantly, Johns moved out of the room as she called again.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Harry and Riddick started to laugh, even when it hurt Harry to do so. Harry fell in love with Riddick's laugh. It was more a rumble deep inside his chest, that dark voice sending shivers down Harry's back.
After the laughter faded, both of them looked at each other. Glowing green eyes clashed with glowing sliver as Riddick walked over to Harry.
"You lied to Johns. What's wrong?" Riddick knelt down in front of him. Harry stared at the bulkhead for a moment, before turning his gaze on him.
"You can't say you haven't noticed I'm not all that human. You even said so back in that boneyard." Harry said, trying to not blush as he thought about what happened in said boneyard.
"Not that hard to figure out." Riddick chuckled. "Your scent alone gives it away."
"Guess not. I'm half-blooded, two different species. Both... live for a very long time," he murmured wryly. Understatement of the millennium.
"I lost too much blood in that cavern," he continued. "If I were just one of those two species, I'd be fine. I'd be outside right now, glaring daggers into that insane psycho bitch for pushing me to go down there. The other part of me, though… it's hungering for the blood I lost. Because of that half of me, I can't create new blood. In order to survive, I need to take it from others."
"Half vampire." Harry looked at him in surprise. Riddick shrugged. "Vampires may have died out about eight hundred years ago, but their legends still exist." Harry looked past him, eyes unfocused in memory.
"I must have slept longer than I thought," he said softly. He remembered doing a Tempus but he had forgot what it had said, though he had been panicking at the time.
"When were you born?" Harry blinked and turned his gaze back onto Riddick.
"I was born circa A.D. 1980. Reborn circa A.D. 2001. Went to into hibernation circa A.D. 2184. Woke up a few months ago." Riddick whistled lowly through his teeth.
"Yeah, I'd say you slept for a long time." Harry looked curious.
"What year is it? I checked when I woke up, but I fell into a panic." Riddick thought for a moment.
"The calendars changed around A.D. 2350. It's A.T. 707, now. After Terraforming," he explained at Harry's confused look.
"Eight hundred and thirty seven years," Harry said in shock. "I slept for more than eight centuries." He laughed, almost bitterly. "If I'm right about the months, I'll be one thousand and seventy seven years old soon."
"Then let me be the first to wish you happy birthday." Harry gave him a smile that made Riddick want to take him right there, nosy crash survivors or not. But then it was gone as the smaller man brought a hand to his face, grimacing.
"It wasn't enough," Harry whispered. He leaned over to grab at his black bag, and nearly fell over as his head swam and vision blurred. Strong hands pulled him against an equally strong chest, and Harry sighed, leaning into the backwards embrace. He blinked at the wrist that suddenly appeared in front of his face.
"Here. You need blood, right? Take some of mine." Harry looked over his shoulder in molten silver eyes.
"No. I'm hungry enough right now that… if I drink from you, and you aren't… aren't my…. Well, you'd die." Harry said, he knew that Riddick was his mate but there was still a part of him that that didn't believe it.
"If I'm not your what?" Riddick rumbled into his neck, his nose running along the soft skin behind his ear. Harry shivered.
"If you aren't my mate," he whispered.
"And if I'm your mate?" Riddick whispered back, taking in more of Harry's scent.
"Then I will be with you for eternity; you will live as long as I do. I will only ever feel full with your blood and… and mate with only you…" Harry panted the last bit; he started to purr as Riddick sucked on his neck, his arms wrapping around his waist and gently over his chest, holding him against Riddick's chest.
"I'm not planning on giving you up to anyone. Mate or not, you're mine. Now drink." Riddick ordered with a growl, pushing his wrist in front of Harry's mouth.
Harry couldn't take it anymore, the blood called to him. His fangs grew and his lips turned a dark shade of blood red as his Vampire side came out more.
Suddenly, he grabbed Riddick's arm and pulled his wrist towards his mouth holding on tightly, slowly he ran his lips and tongue over Riddick's pulse point. He couldn't take it anymore and bit down deep into the skin, swallowing as rich blood filled his mouth.
He went boneless with pleasure as he drunk the dark liquid, it was better than Firewhisky. It sent hot fire into his veins and to his cock and it seemed to do the same for Riddick if what he was feeling behind him and the deep growling coming from his chest was any indication.
Harry gently eased his buttocks to nestle into the curve of Riddick's groin. Harry still couldn't believe how delectable Riddick tasted. He found the taste better than even the finest of wines in the world, or now universe. A taste he could easily become addicted to.
Harry noticed how warmth filled his form and shock filled him as he could feel the bond between him and Riddick fall into place, the disbelief he felt before vanished in that instant.
(Riddick is my mate, I… I found my true mate.) Happiness and pleasure filled Harry so much, he started to purr around Riddick's wrist, heat rushed over his body and his magic hummed inside him. He rubbed his buttocks harder into Riddick's cock, wanting to be claimed by his mate, something that he had waited for, for such a long time.
Feeling it harden even more under him, Harry couldn't help but moan out loud.
Riddick gritted his teeth at the heat he was feeling. He felt like he was going to burst into flame and started rocking with Harry's movements, wanting to rip off his Vixen's clothes and take him right there.
He savoured the flavour of the blood, before reluctantly removing his fangs, feeling fuller than he had in ages. He started licking the bite on Riddick's wrist to make sure it was healed.
Riddick was panting and growling at the rush of Harry feeding off of him, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and in that instant he knew that he would kill anyone that thought of taking this beauty away from him.
"Riddick, oh Riddick you're my Mate, my Dom, my Hunter." Harry said, breathless. Harry turned his head, nuzzling Riddick's shoulder, purring, this was one of the happiest moments of his life.
"Good," Riddick growled in Harry's ear. "To you, and you only my Vixen, I'm your Hunter."
Love and peace filled Harry; he couldn't believe he, Harry Potter, had found his mate after waiting so long. After his papa had died, he'd thought he would be alone, even his friends hadn't been able to fill the hole he had after that.
But now with Riddick, his other half by his side, Harry wasn't alone anymore, he was complete.
Harry slowly turned in Riddick's arms to face him. Staring into those silver eyes, Harry was captured; he felt like he was drowning in Riddick's gaze.
(How can a man have such a passionate eyes?) Riddick had the same thoughts as he stared into the most stunning emerald jewels he had ever seen.
"Take me, Riddick. Claim what is now yours to claim," Harry whispered huskily.
With a groan mixed with a growl, Riddick quickly moved Harry back onto the blankets he rested on before and laid his body over Harry's settling in-between his thighs, mindful of the wounds on Harry's stomach and shoulder that were still healing.
While doing so, Riddick gently pushed Harry's hair from his eyes, he loved the silkiness of the strands, and they ran over his fingers and fell down onto the makeshift bed.
Feeling the warm, hard body above his, heat rushed to Harry's cock, making it tightened uncomfortably against his trousers.
Riddick gently placed his hand on either side of Harry's face, just like he had done when he had first laid eyes on the raven beauty, looking into those passion and love filled eyes of his Vixen, Riddick couldn't stop the possessive feeling that rushed over him.
~MINE! MY MATE!~ Riddick's animal side roared in agreement at his thoughts as he gently caressed his Vixen's soft face.
Turning his head into the rough palm, Harry nuzzled it before planting hot open-mouthed kisses as well as sliding his wet tongue over it, tracing his life and love line.
Riddick groaned and pressed his lower half against Harry's, making the smaller male moan as there clothed members rubbed together.
Harry couldn't take it anymore, he felt like it was going to burst with all the emotions that he was feeling at once, never had he felt like this before, it was as if Riddick was trying to set him on fire.
"Please Riddick, please," Harry pleaded him, he needed to be taken by his mate, he need to be claimed by his Hunter so that the bond that was trying to snap together could be complete and he could feel whole once more. He didn't even care that they didn't really have the time with all the others just outside.
(Fuck them!) Harry growled inside his mind as Riddick ran a hand over Harry's bare chest. He fingered the edges of the bandages that wrapped around his stomach, the touch sent flames over Harry's body and he arched up into it. The raven's head thrashed side to side before Riddick once more ran his hand down Harry's face, turning it so their eyes met.
He looked up dazed at his Hunter, the man looked like he wanted to consume him and Harry had no protest to that.
"Mine, my Vixen, all mine," Riddick growled before crushing Harry's mouth with his own. It was filled with passion, lust and surprisingly love, an emotion that Riddick thought he had forgotten and lost a long time ago.
Harry felt a silky warm tongue running across his bottom lip asking for entrance into his hot mouth, into his very soul. Opening his mouth, Harry gave that lusty tongue the entrance it wanted, both exploring the other's mouth. Too involved in the kiss Harry didn't notice Riddick's right hand on the move again down his chest, until it reached his nipple and pinched it, hard.
Harry arched his body in shock, moaning deeply at the feeling of fire burning through him.
Riddick broke the kiss, leaving Harry dazed and breathless.
"Wow," Harry whispered breathlessly, panting for air.
He heard Riddick's sexy dark chuckle and Harry couldn't believe it as he felt his cheeks warm. He hadn't blushed since he caught Severus in the shower that one time and he hadn't been able to look at Severus without blushing for a week. Riddick pulled down Harry's trousers and let his cock spring free, making Harry gasp.
Taking it into his hand Riddick slowly ran his thumb over the now purple head, lubricating his hand with pre-cum, Harry gave a silent cry as he arch his body to the feel of Riddick's rough hand pumping him.
Harry was so close he could come any minute.
Sadly though, fate wasn't on Harry side this day as Riddick heard the pitter-patter of children's feet heading their way. He groaned out as he knew it was Jack and Ali, they must of have noticed when Johns came out of the cargo ship that Harry was now alone and wished to see him.
For the first time, ever, Riddick was going to get blue balls. He felt like roaring out his frustration, he was just about to take his Vixen, and he was stop by kids of all things.
Groaning when Riddick's hand stopped , Harry was about to complain when he heard the same as Riddick, small steps coming their way. Coming back to his senses fast, Harry couldn't stop the cursing in his mind at their misfortune.
Panting, he pulled his magic into his hands and quickly cast a cleaning spell on both himself and Riddick.
(Fate hates me. Really couldn't she wait ten more minutes? Ten fucking MINUTES!?) Harry thought angrily as he moved to pull his trousers back up over his still ragging cock, before lying back onto the makeshift bed.
He saw Riddick shiver as his magic ran over him and then give him a pointed look when he noticed himself feeling like he had just showered.
"I will tell you later." Harry whispered, getting his breath under control, as well as the rest of his body.
Riddick wanted to stay and find out what his Vixen had done to make him feel so clean but instead he nodded and moved off Harry.
Just in time to as both children came into sight, Riddick moved into the shadows before they could see him and watched as they ran up to Harry.
~Just you wait my vixen, I'm not done with you yet.~ Riddick thought as Harry talked to the kids about going to the settlement.
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