Full-on slash ahead.


Six: Comparisons

Arturo. That was the guy's name. Riddick nodded to himself. From the beginning, Kaz had reminded him of someone, and the elusive resemblance had finally surfaced. In Slam on Gehenna, he'd been Riddick's cellmate and fuckbuddy... That was who Kaz made him think of. Not so much because of looks--Arturo had been darker, some Latino-Pacific Rim mix, while Kaz was a freckle-faced white boy...unless it was the baby-faced quality they both had. They were both slightly built, and the fear Kaz showed in the locker room wasn't any different than the way Arturo looked that afternoon when Riddick whaled on the gang of bulls who'd been pulling a train on him.

Of course, that was where the resemblance ended, Riddick admitted, Kaz being about twenty times smarter than Arturo would ever be. Arturo had been just bright enough to realize that his options were, keep Riddick happy--or, everyone else would make his life hell. Once he'd arrived at that conclusion, he'd been pliant and submissive.

I don't have that kind of leverage with Kaz. He's got too much else going for him. Riddick watched the genetech covertly. Kaz was doing something to the table Roy lay on, looking purposeful and confident. Kinda sexy, actually...all those brains.

Sure, he was twice the size of the younger man, but Riddick liked the kid enough that he didn't consider force as an option. He reserved that for the people he disliked or had a personal grudge against. It didn't help that Kaz had left the lab coat behind in the locker room; his tee shirt and denims clung to his slender body and since the rejuv shot had kicked in, Riddick could smell tantalizing hormones wafting from the preoccupied Kazminsky.

"How's he doing?" Riddick asked, slipping silently to stand just behind Kaz as he studied the readout. "That doesn't look good."

"I know, but it's normal."

Riddick shook his head. Roy's scrotum seemed to have deflated; Kaz had told him earlier that the testacles had migrated to become the female equivalent, ovaries---of course, being Kaz, he'd used a fifty-dollar word for it: homologous. And Roy's dick...didn't look good, it was off-color, like it had lost circulation, or something.

"I guess you'd know," he said as Kaz straightened up, and made sure he was right there.

Kaz tensed for a moment, then relaxed. Good. Riddick enjoyed the small, warm body so close to his. He let his hand curve to mold itself to one of the tight little butt cheeks. Kaz glanced at him over his shoulder, wide-eyed. Riddick stared into bright blue depths for a moment. The younger man turned his face away, then lowered his head slightly and the felon felt moist lips attach themselves to his right nipple. His hand tightened on the warm flesh beneath the softened denim, and he brought his free hand up under Kaz's jawline, pulling his chin up for a kiss.

It was a charged kiss to begin with, then Kaz's right hand found Riddick's crotch. His cock strained in acknowledgement of Kaz's touch, and Riddick covered Kaz's hand with his own. He held it against the erection that wanted to tear through his pants.

When their mouths parted, Kaz blinked at him. "I didn't know I was going to do that," he said huskily. Riddick kissed him again, a short, demanding kiss. "What--what about Roy?"

"What about him?" Riddick asked, squeezing Kaz's hand a little harder against his hard-on. "You and me getting it on doesn't take anything away from Roy." Pheromones of alarm and lust tantalized him...Kaz wanted it and was afraid of it, and Riddick savored that blend. "What are you afraid of, Kaz? You think Roy's going to be jealous?"

"I've heard the stories," Kaz muttered, his mouth wandering against Riddick's pecs. "I heard you fucked somebody to death once."

Correcting him---the actual death toll from that cause was more like five or six---didn't seem likely to achieve the results Riddick wanted. Instead, he opted for a less explicit version of the truth. "That was about fifteen years ago. I've learned a lot since then. Come on, we both know you want to." To prove his point, Riddick let go of Kaz's hand and cupped the bulge in the front of Kaz's denims. "Tell me you don't like that."

"I like that," Kaz admitted, looking up at him again. "And I...do...want to..."

"Okay, then. Trust me, by the time we're done, you'll think it was all your idea." This time, I'm going nail your cute little ass. You don't know how close you came last night, Sleeping Beauty. Good thing I'm not into necrophilia...much.

When he finally had Kaz naked on one of the spare Life Support Tables, Riddick rummaged out a tube of medical-grade lube and took his time getting Kaz loosened up. The scent of apprehension was replaced by sexual enjoyment as Riddick's fingers probed intimately between the genetech's buttocks. Beats the hell out of motor oil... Soon the younger man squirmed with pleasure.

"A little lower?" Kaz requested tentatively, and the felon grinned with triumph. That's it, tell me what you want! He corkscrewed his fingers, grinding against the prostate gland. Kaz yelped as a spray of semen jetted out of him. He shuddered at the unexpected release and moaned as Riddick continued to delve into the puckered orifice. The rejuv had reset his cock to young and horny; it grew a little less stiff for a few minutes, but Riddick skilfully worked him back to full hardness.

"Just don't hurt me," Kaz said breathlessly as Riddick prepared to mount him. "Please."

Riddick planted a kiss on the nape of his neck. To help equalize the difference in their heights, he had Kaz kneel with his knees together, then Riddick approached him, his muscular calves on either side of Kaz's slim ones. Not only did the tactic line them up better: it had the advantage of pressing the younger man's asscheeks closer together--a snugger fit for Riddick, and it offered a little padding to prevent him from penetrating too forceably.

"Easy," said the big man as Kaz whimpered. "Relax." He guided his rigid prick to the well-lubed hole and began to worm his way in. Damn, that's tight. Fantastic! Riddick concentrated on moving with care, not wanting to hurt his partner--or for the experience to end too soon. "Breathe, Kazminsky!"

Beneath him, Kaz yielded himself with little mews of pleasure. Riddick stayed sheathed deeply, his hips moving slowly, excited by the glovelike snugness of the other man's ass as it squeezed his cock. "How's that?" he murmured to Kazminsky, his arm around the other man's narrow waist. With increasing desire, Riddick rode Kaz, coaxing him to a second climax, continuing to rock his hips against the slender rump as Kaz shuddered with orgasm. Riddick fought to stay calm. The sensation was exquisite, and it was all he could do not to rut with all his strength.

As Kaz whined like a bitch, Riddick's hands dug into his shoulders, holding him in place as he began to pump with short thrusts. Kaz made little whimpering noises that excited him...Too good, damn, I'm not--I can't--I'm gonna... Ramming his cock home, the sound of Kaz's frantic moans only drove him to greater frenzy. Each squeeze triggered a response in his balls that unleased a fresh need for release. Kaz sobbed aloud, his whole body convulsing under Riddick, jerking against him, as Riddick slammed his pelvis against his partner's tender asscheeks.

When sanity returned, Riddick felt a rush of concern. Kaz was breathing in shallow pants and shivering beneath him. The felon maneuvered on the table so that he was on his back, with Kaz on top clinging to him. Arturo had never held him so fiercely. Sniffing, Riddick didn't scent blood, just raw sex. He patted Kaz's back, concerned that he'd hurt him. Judging by the other man's tremors, their coupling had been traumatic, which wasn't what he'd intended at all. "Kaz? Talk to me. You okay?"

For a minute, Kaz just gazed at him, his eyes not quite focused. Then he giggled. Before Riddick knew what he was going to do, the petite genetech smooched him on the nose, then rubbed his cheek against Riddick's neck kittenishly. "Wow. That was intense. I thought my balls were gonna turn inside out the third time I came."

Riddick relaxed. Arturo had never been affectionate, period. Then Kaz raised his head, reached out slowly, tentatively, and Riddick realized what he was about to do. They were far enough outside the ring of lights that he didn't protest as Kaz lifted his goggles away from his face. All his life, he'd heard gasps when people saw his eyes for the first time. Kaz didn't start, didn't flinch--instead, his lips parted slightly, and he smiled, a sweet smile on his baby face.

"I've read about that, but I've never seen it before," said the genetech admiringly. Read about it? Riddick's brows knotted. No one had ever had an explaination for why his eyes were the way there were. "Kessel modification, right? Adapted to low-light conditions, extreme light sensitivity?"

Kessel was a penal colony on a mining world. Riddick had been sentenced there in absentia once, but he'd never actually gone, much less had any modifications done. "What else do you know about it?" he asked cautiously, trying not to show his ignorance of the subject.

Kaz shrugged. "It's a DNA splice, I don't remember the exact combination of genomes. I read that article ages ago." Then he blinked, and a look of alarm crossed his face. "Gotta go!" he said, and hastily scuttled toward the locker room.

Riddick watched him bolt bare-assed for the toilets, walking funny. So--if it's DNA spliced, and I was born with it, that means I inherited it from someone who had it done. Like father, like son, maybe? Like maybe the sperm donor was some scumbag convict...which would explain why I wound up in a dumpster at birth. Who'd want a little bastard like that? He closed his eyes. Two minutes just shed light on thirty-six years of mystery...why do I feel so crappy about it?

When Kaz covered Riddick with a light blanket, he didn't say anything. Let him think I conked out. He's happy; no use bringing him down to my level... He'd conked out, he realized after an indeterminate length of time. What was bugging me? Oh, yeah. Eyes. Kessel. Thanks, dad.

Hauling himself off the table, Riddick pulled his pants back on and settled his goggles back in place. He walked over to Roy's area, where Kaz, fully-dressed, was working a sudoku puzzle on his handheld. The genetech looked happy to see him, so the felon figured that he hadn't traumatized the guy too badly after all. He glanced toward Roy, and stopped dead.

"We can wake her up any time you're ready," said Kaz quietly. Riddick couldn't take his eyes off Batty; during the course of his nap, the replicant had sprouted a respectable pair of tits...but what ready floored Riddick was the total absence of a penis. It hadn't just shrunk, like his balls--wait a minute, no balls, either... "Female, just like you asked for. I told you, what you see is what you get..."

"But what about--what about--where the hell did it all go?" he demanded, and Kaz fought unsuccessfully to keep a smirk from his face.

"There's a stage in the procedure called 'tearaway'. It's performed manually. And if you think that's just wrong, try doing it to yourself some time."

"Not for a billion dollars and a full pardon," said Riddick, shaking his head. "So, what now?"

"We wake up Sleeping Beauty and see if she bites our heads off."