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The Darkness Calls	By : Wingedmerkat Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 27833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS that belongs to Joss, Riddick movies belong to David Twohy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.All characters belong to their owns and not me! Zero cash made.

Chapter List
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Helion
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .

Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing
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Xander watched Riddick move easily ahead of him with his burden on his shoulder like the limp boy weighed nothing. He moved with such easy grace and with little care for the possible danger at every corner. It amazed Xander sometimes. Riddick shifted through the dark like he was made of it, born for it, like a leopard in the thick and dark jungles. Compared to the predator that moved like the hybrid of liquid metal and shadows Xander felt like an awkward foal staggering on spindly legs.
The hand in Xander’s clinched around his fingers and a smaller body bumped against his making him stumble a step or two. In the quite empty corridor those two staggered steps sounded like bang of drums. Xander steadied Ali then brushed a hand through the shaky boy’s hair. Being injured and forcefully taken out of cryo made the young boy unstable on his feet. Xander could feel the boy’s fear and confusion battering at him like an insistent moth to a light bulb. “It’s ok. Everything’s alright Ali. Just hold my hand tight and I’ll get you to Imam.” The small blind boy gave Xander a hesitant nod.
“Get your ass over here.” Riddick growled softly for the other end of the corridor.
Xander frowned as he increased his walking speed. “I don’t sense anyone near right now, Mr. Growly-pants.”
Riddick raised a brow and his silver eyes glittered with annoyance and a dash of amusement. “Can your voodoo pick up cameras too?” Riddick pointed at a small black dome above Xander’s head.
“Um . . . No?” Xander looked at the camera above him then took notice of another ahead of them. “How many are-”
“About a dozen per hall. Now move that ass!” Riddick lopped off ahead and slipped into the shadows. With a sigh Xander wrapped an arm around Ali to stabilize him and ignored the sharp pain in his wounded shoulder as the boy’s weight pressed against it. “Just put one foot in front of the other Ali. I won’t let you fall.”
The boy let out a tired sigh and nodded.
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When they made it to the docking bay Riddick lead Xander to an ashen colored jellyfish shaped ship that gleamed like a gem in the pale light. Everyone was inside but very quiet and still. An invisible hold on them seemed to lift the moment they saw Xander, he could feel their relief like a too tight buckle releasing. Xander frowned. “What happened?” He asked as he led Ali to a seat by Imam's side and watched the boy slump over in tired relief. The boy was in pain but Xander could do nothing for him at the moment.
“Perhaps you should ask Riddick, my friend.” Imam said as he pursed his lips and wrapped are arm around Ali and Davi, the boys curled up against him like a pair of kits looking for protection. Xander raised a brow and watched Imam’s eyes as they focused on one of the small beds in the servant’s cabin. Xander followed his eyes and raised a brow.
“Why is Jack sleeping with a gun like it’s a teddy bear?” Xander’s question darkened everyone’s mood just a little bit more. Greg glared at Riddick like he was the devil as he came over to Xander with little Oren sleeping in his arms.
“We ran into trouble on our way here. Ran into some mercs and that leader with the sword. Junner and Riddick had their free for all pissing contest nearly getting us all kill before he got serious and killed the fucker. When we got to the ship and tried to board the creepy lady was waiting for Riddick. She was out of it and was going to off him . . . Jack killed her.” Greg pointed at the red all over the ramp. “Right in the head and didn’t even blink. She acted proud of herself.” Greg whispered.
Xander looked at the girl cuddled up peacefully with the gun and frowned. He did not like what he was seeing and what he was feeling from her. She was happy, happy like a kid in a candy store. Focusing harder on the sleeping girl Xander got a glimpse of what she was dreaming. The jerk of the weapon, the god-like power over life . . . Wings. Liquid wings of ruby blood and a single gunshot like a crack of booming thunder echoed in a world of red and metal.
Riddick looked at the girl too, an unreadable expression on his face. His thoughts rolled and bounce like a little boat in rough water, he was grateful to be alive, impressed with such a clean kill, annoyed that he needed any kind of help, and regretful that Jack was the one that gave that help. “She did me an uncivilized favor, nothing to be done about it now.” The man shrugged like he didn’t care.
Xander looked at the girl again, at the carefree expression on her face, and felt uneasy. Red wings spread and spread and scattered vibrant red feathers all around. Power in the gun, power in the shiv, the fifth lumbar down . . . the sweet spot. Riddick’s grin like polished ivory in the sunlight . . . standing by his side strong and tall.
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With Greg and Riddick piloting it was up to Xander to get everyone else squared away. Ali and Hassan were once again in cryo, injuries were healed, and Oren was fed. By the time Xander fixed everyone else’s minor hurts Xander had almost forgot about the throbbing pain of his own wounds. Riddick didn’t forget. He forced Xander into the small infirmary and cleaned his wounds like a seasoned medic then pulled out a tool that looked more like a weapon against evil stationary. Xander tilted himself away when Riddick came at him with it. “What the hell is that?”
“A Daffor laser.” Riddick turned the large pen shaped contraption on and it emitted a soft yellow bream of light from the pointed tip.
“And why did you bring it out?”
“To heal you. It’s the less impressive and less effective version of your light show. Hold still.” Riddick growled as he passed the laser over Xander’s shoulder. Xander shifted as he felt the uncomfortable itch of muscle knitting and the hole scabbing over little by little. When Riddick was done his shoulder still throbbed with pain but it was less than before. Riddick pulled a bottle of pills off the shelf next to him and gave Xander two.
“Wow. You’re a pilot, an infamous convict that makes mercs wet themselves, a talented bed partner, and a medic? Aren’t I the lucky kitty? Can you cook too?” Xander raised his brow in question as he grinned and shifted his sore shoulder.
Riddick smirked and shrugged. “Can make a mean scrambled egg.”
Xander smiled.
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No one asked about Fry. Not for a while. It was like no one wanted to break the uncomfortable silence that fell over them. It was Jack who asked first, sly, oblivious, and stupidly fearless Jack. Jack looked around the small lounge with a frown on her pretty face. “Where’s Fry? She sleeping or in the crapper?”
Xander shifted in his seat uncomfortably and tightened his arms around little Oren. “She . . . She didn’t make it.” Xander said simply, not wanting to go into detail. ‘How does one go about telling a slightly unbalanced orphan you killed her mother figure? Or helped kill her?’
“What?” Jack asked with wide wet eyes.
Xander flinched slightly and wouldn’t meet the kid’s hurt look. “There were mercs . . . W-we were cornered and Fry . . . “Xander couldn’t just say the bitch tried to off him, couldn’t hurt Jack that way even though the girl made him slightly uncomfortable. “She was very b-brave. Saved Ali and Hassan.” The word brave nearly stuck in his throat like a large wad of gum.
Jack’s lip started to tremble. “D-did she suffer? How’d she die?”
Riddick stepped into the room and looked at Xander intently, his silver eyes intense and focused. “She died quick. If we got a choice it’s the way we should all go.”
Jack nods and gives Riddick an adoring but sad look. “Right! S-so she felt nothing?”
Xander answered before Riddick could say anything. Fry was her mother figure and she was gone now, Riddick was her father-ish figure and she didn’t need to know he killed Fry. “She was gone quick. Didn’t feel anything.” Xander said softly.
Jack snuffled. “K.” Behind him Xander could hear Imam praying for Fry and thanking her for saving his boys at the cost of her own life.
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“You know secrets like that can bite you later?” Riddick said as he leaned up against the master bedroom’s door.
Xander shrugged. “I just couldn’t tell the kid. She thought of Fry as her replacement mother and you as a kind of father/brother figure. As long as you don’t tell her and I don’t tell her we should be fine.”
Riddick tipped his head to the side and gave Xander an amused look. “So you’re gonna keep our little misadventure from the others so you don’t have to deal with a little girl’s disappointment?” Riddick cuffed out a slight breath of mirth and his eyes glowed with mocking laughter.
Xander scowled. “It’s more than that Riddick!”
“If you say so.” Riddick chuckled as he started to crowd into Xander’s space. He wrapped his arms around Xander and held him close but not tightly mindful of the sleeping infant between them. “How long has it been since I fucked you?”
Xander smirked and tilted his chin up lining his lips up with Riddick’s but keeping a few tempting inches between them. “Hmm? I don’t know? Feels like years! I suddenly feel so neglected.” Xander pouted.
With a deep rumbling purr Riddick locked their lips in a deep probing kiss. “I’ll have to fix that. Make a bed for the Catfish then meet me in the shower.” With that said Riddick released Xander from his hold and strut toward the master bathroom. Xander watched with hungry eyes as that powerful body cut across the room and disappeared behind the electronic sliding door.
Gently Xander placed Oren down on a large round lounge chair then tucked every pillow he could find around the bundled child so he couldn’t roll off the chair if he woke up. Oren shifted in his sleep as Xander tucked the last pillow around him and made a soft purring noise as he nuzzled into the silky fabric. Brushing a calming hand through soft fine dark hair Xander left the baby to his dreams of sunlight and sweet milk.
He really needed a shower. He could still smell the mercs and filth and blood clinging to him, it made his belly clinch with distaste. He needed to wash off. That and maybe sleep for a good twelve hours. Xander gave the big comfy bed a wistful look before running off to molest his silver eyed mate.

**SEXNC17**
When Xander entered the bathroom it was already full of fog. The wet heat clung to his skin and warmed his insides as he breathed. The bathroom was quite a sight, creamy white tile floor, black counters and fixtures, and a large round bath in the middle of the floor like a sink hole. The ceiling was raining. Xander walked over to the pool sized bath and held his hand out and let the warm rain soak it. It felt wonderful. “Riddick?” Where was that man? Xander looked into the rippling pool but could see no shadow or movement in the froth of thin bubbles and warm water. Xander looked around the large misty room but found no sign of his mate.
“Strip.” The order sounded out of nowhere.
Xander narrowed his eyes and was tempted to use his own abilities to find his wily mate but decides to indulge him and play his game. Slowly Xander pulled his shirt over his head revealing his flat stomach bit by bit to the hot air. Careful of his shoulder Xander chucked the shirt and started pulling at the buttons of his pants. He let gravity slide those off him. Sticking his thumbs under the dirty band of his underwear Xander pulled it down slow and let the fabric whisper over sensitive skin.
A soft growl sounded somewhere behind him and to the right.
Xander smiled. With a slight shimmy the underwear joined his pants and he was naked. “Now what?”
“Now I deal with that neglect you mentioned.” Riddick purred in Xander’s ear as he pressed his naked body flush to his. Xander moaned as Riddick’s cock fit itself snuggly against the folds of his ass and moved against sensitive skin with torturous ease. Like two parts locking together they fit. Xander sighed and closed his eyes as he focused on the wonderful and right feeling sensation as he tried to ignore fingers that twitched and reached for someone that wasn’t there. Wasn’t there yet. If Xander closed his eyes tight enough he could almost swear he felt smooth skin under his fingers, long hair brushing his nipples, and warm breathe against his mouth.
Xander’s breath hitched as Riddick closed his teeth over his pulse point and ground his hips against Xander’s ass. “Thinking something that isn’t me?”
“You’re starting to pick up stuff from me aren’t you? Our connection must be pretty strong; I read in my vid that it could take months or years for you to sense me.”
Riddick stilled. “Felt you on the ship. You’re panic when Fry was after you.”
“And now?” Xander asked as he brushed gentle fingers over the strong arm around his waist.
“Nothing now . . . but a minute ago you were thinking about him.” Xander said nothing about the possessive tone or the arms tightening around him.
“He’ll be yours too. You’ll feel just as possessive of him as you are of me.”
“If you say so.” Riddick shrugged then without any warning let go of Xander and pushed him into the pool. Xander yelp as he fell with a loud splash and was surprised by how deep the pool was. The water came right up passed his shoulders. He surfaced with a sputter of water and glared at Riddick through the shower of warm rain like a wronged cat.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
Riddick gave Xander a shit-eating grin. “Not a nice man.” The other entered the pool with more grace and Xander pounced the moment his mate came within reach. He locked his arms and legs around Riddick and attacked his lips and neck with rough hungry kisses. Riddick matched Xander’s challenging mouth with his own and growled his pleasure as they ground their cocks together. Xander lost himself in the pleasure and barely notices that Riddick had taken him to the shallow side of the pool till his back was flush against the cold tile wall and frothy soap was getting washed off his skin by a fine warm misty rain. Grabbing Xander wrists Riddick held them above his head and tried them to the railing of a ladder with what looked like ripped strips of towels. Riddick moved away for a second and just admired Xander floating in the water with his arms above his head and his spread legs drifting in bobbly water. He looked like an offering.
“Now that you got me all tied up what you going to do with me?” Xander raised a brow and canted his hips. Xander tugged at secure wrists making his shoulder twinge at the movement. “Not just going to stare at my stunning body are you?” Xander lifted his tail out of the water and brush the hard heavy tip against Riddick’s thigh.
Riddick curled his fingers around the hard palm sized bone tip and held it against his side. “Might.” Riddick tipped his head to the side and raked his eyes up and down Xander’s lean body.
“Rid-dick.” Xander pouted. Riddick smirked. He brushed a thumb over the silky black fur then traced the sides of the limb with teasing kneading fingers. Xander’s eyes rolled back in his head and he started to purr. Then Xander’s breath hitched as Riddick’s teasing fingers reached the base of his tail. Riddick held that strong tail in one hand and used his thumb to caress torturously close to Xander’s needy hole. Xander whined and canted his hips. “Bastard! Touch me!”
Riddick threw his head back and laughed. “I think I can get use to this mate thing.” Riddick said with a leer as he sealed his mouth over Xander’s. Xander wrapped his legs and tail possessively around the silver eyed man and just rut against him like a deprived beast. Xander’s lost in the motion of wet cock sliding over wet cock till an insistent slick finger probes his ass.
Xander groans loud and long. “And where did you find *sniff* chocolate scented oil?” He could feel tingles bursting across his skin wherever the oil touched.
“Unopened bottle from the sex box in the corner. Enhances sensation. Had cuffs in there but didn’t want to use anything used.” Riddick shoved another finger inside Xander.
“G-good idea.” Xander moaned and started moving on those thrusting fingers. Riddick hitched Xander’s legs up over his arms then lined his painfully hard cock up with his pussycat’s loosened hole. They both groaned as Riddick pushed his way in and shuddered as he was seated completely. They rested right there for a moment with their foreheads touching. Grabbing each side of the ladders railing Riddick pulled out slowly only to give a wickedly sharp thrust back in.
“AH!” Xander started to pant.
Riddick snapped his hips forward again and again, each thrust full of power and possessive need. Riddick plants his feet on the wall of the pool and thrust up into the tight heat of Xander’s body his muscles bunching and working hard under smooth tan skin. Xander tipped his head back and started pulling at his tied wrists as he struggled to meet each powerful thrust. Xander struggled to keep his empathy in, to keep it from overwhelming them like last time, but it was a losing battle with every thrust. When the connection flooded open they both yelled.
They were fucking into tight heat, possessing the lithe body open and vulnerable under them. Their powerful muscles were forcing that needy body up out of the water with each bone jarring thrust, holding that body open for the taking. They felt that hot flesh fill them and slam against their sensitive sweet spot, felt the bite of cloth around their wrists, and the teasing brush of hard stomach against the head of their leaking cock. They felt vulnerable and wanton tied down and held open against the wall and possessive and needy and complete as they held that body open and took. And took. They panted, they moaned, than they came with a roar of pleasure.
As they came the connection snapped freeing them from the powerful ghost sensations. They stayed locked together and panted. “Is fucking always gonna be like this?” Riddick asked as he shakily stepped back.
Xander groaned as Riddick’s softening penis slipped out of his very sensitive ass. “Maybe? Not sure. I’ll have to look through my vid on milithre mating.”
Riddick untied his cat then started gathering soaps from the rack next to him. “Unbraid your hair.”
“Wha?” Xander blinked still dazed from the sex.
“Unbraid it. I’m gonna wash it.”
“K.” Xander shrugged and did as asked. Riddick lathered up his hands then sunk them into that thick long hair. Xander moaned. “Oh, that feels so good.” Xander gave a long moan as strong fingers scratched over his scalp.
Riddick snorted. “You made that sound when I had you against the wall.”
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SEX END

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The jellyfish ship was state of the art and would have them at Helion much faster than the other ship. A trip that would have taken weeks would only take one. Xander felt like he was camping on a big RV since the space was kind of cramped and one couldn’t really get alone time like they did on the Firefly. The ship had five rooms, the master bedroom, cockpit/crew bunks, engine room, and lounge/eatery area.
That first night on the ship was the only time Xander and Riddick truly got to enjoy that bath and bedroom. The crews shower was a cramped 2ft by 4ft space with a pull out toilet imbedded in the wall. No one wanted to use that unless they had to. That was why they couldn’t use the shower. The reason why they couldn’t get more intimate then heavy petting and kissing in the master bedroom was a burr named Jack. She was now more tightly latched onto Riddick now that Fry was gone. Not that Riddick would mind nailing Xander’s ass with an audience. Xander just didn’t like the thought of Davi or Jack walking in on them, ‘the talk’ was not something Xander wanted to figure or do.
So the days passed lazily and the ship rocketed through space without problem. On day six on board the Jellyfish Greg contacted Helion Prime and his wife. She looked like a sweet ball of fluff with big soulful dark eyes and a halo of curly black hair tamed by a black gem incrusted net of thin chains that weighed her hair down with links of chain over her forehead and neck. She looked as calm as a placid untouched lake but her kind exterior hid a fierce momma bear, Xander could see fire kindling in those dark eyes. She stood like a woman used to getting her way making her average 5”6 look taller then she really was. She wore a form fitting sheath dress of dark blue fabric that hugged her curves and made her large belly the focus of someone’s eyes. Around her shoulders a flowing cape of white with touches of gold bordering. The hood cupped her heart shaped face not hiding it from view and delicate cords of gold tied the cape to her arms making it look more like a robe and around her neck a chain of white gold with the blue star of the milithre hanging just below her breasts. When she appeared on the screen High Priestess Princess Illiann had a peaceful dreamy look on her face but it morphed into a worried frown and pressed lips when her eyes locked on Greg. “Gregory?”
“Hi, love.” Greg smiled brightly.
Illiann’s eyes passed over Imam, Riddick, and Jack but her eyes stayed on Xander for a long moment then locked back on Greg. “If this is an update on your condition by the kidnappers then it is much appreciated.” Her eyes then locked on Riddick who was leaning against the wall of the control room by Xander’s side. “Why doesn’t the kidnapper of my family speak to me?” She gave Riddick a fierce look. “The price and where to meet was set up days ago but then we had no word from you! Do you wish to suffer the wrath of the Milithre Empire by going back on your word, kidnapper?” Illiann hissed.
Riddick gave the woman on the screen an amused grin. “Never kidnap shit, lady.”
Illiann pursed her lips. “Really? You look the type to do a bit of wrong doing.”
Xander opened his mouth to speak in Riddick’s defense but the bulkier male patted Xander’s shoulder and shrugged. “Never said I wasn’t that. Kidnapping isn’t among my talents.”
Illiann opened her mouth to speak when Greg cut her off. “Love! He’s a friend. He helped us escape. Saved our lives.”
Illiann looked at her mate unsure for a second then her eyes softened as she looked at Riddick. “If that is true then my family owes you a great debt.” Riddick shrugged and left the room with a small thoughtful frown on his face and tension in his frame. Jack glared at the woman on the screen for a moment then scampered off after the bald man. “I hope your friend isn’t upset with me. I’m normally a good diplomat but lately my emotions have been running away with me.” Her eyes brightened with joy when hers locked with Xander’s. “It has been so long since I’ve seen your eyes. I almost forgot how brown your eyes really are. I see fire in your eyes, just like your mother’s”
“Um thanks.” Xander said as he looked his aunt over trying to find memories of her in his mind. The only things that really came to him were fuzzy memories of healer lessons and standing on her feet as she twirled them around on the ballroom floor. He remembered when she moved to another planet. Wow, when she moved to another planet. He also remembered the nickname he had for her when he was a small child. “It’s good to see you auntie Sickie.”
Her eyes widened and she started choking on giggles. “Oh, I remember the first time you called me that! We were at a milithre gathering and you were trying to get my attention. You couldn’t say aunt Illiann or royal aunt at three. You didn’t like stumbling on words so you mumbled them softly. It was so cute. You got mad when you couldn’t get my attention you yelled aunt Sickie so loud everyone in the ballroom froze.” She giggled again. “If you call mother Grammy ill when you see her I’m going to just die. Oh, how we missed you. You my little-” She looked Xander over and grinned. “-not so little Sah were a big part of our lives. Did you know that when you came to the age of fourteen you were supposed to be my apprentice? My first apprentice.”
“Um . . . no, I didn’t know.”
“When you get home we must talk. You’ll probably have little time to yourself. Your brother and father have left the battle between Emfrine and Parth so they can see you. I doubt the rest of the family will be far behind, this war with Parth is almost behind us.” She gave everyone in the cockpit a firm look. “Now tell me how you escaped the mercenaries?”
Greg gave his beautiful wife a nervous look and shifted from foot to foot. “Long story but first I should tell you about the crash.”
“CRASH!” High Priestess Princess Illiann leaned forward toward the view screen making her look more like a lioness readying to pounce then a lovely princess. Her eyes narrowed and darkened to a stormy honey chocolate. “I knew I should have sent a warship! Yes, tell me about this crash . . .” She hissed at the end of that sentence like an angered house cat.
Greg gave his wife a sheepish look, it was him that convinced Crown Prince Sanotio and his wife that it was safer to retrieve Prince Alea`xand`r in secret. “It was completely out of our control. We took the safest route home on a small 2nd class cargo vessel, one hardly worth a pirate’s time. It was all going smoothly but eighteen weeks in the ship crossed paths with a rogue comet-”
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4 hours later

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After he was done speaking with his aunt Xander went to the bedroom to check on Oren and was pleased to see just Riddick and the baby. Xander brushed his fingers through the sleeping child’s hair. Oren had already doubled his size since the planet of the three suns. His hair thick and curling as it grew longer and the spots at the edge of his hairline darkening to a frosty blue, the little catfish was changing before his eyes.
Xander looked at Riddick from his place on the bed. The man hadn’t said anything or even looked at Xander since he came in. Unease curled around Xander like an itchy too small sweater. “We’re only a day away from Helion Prime. Can you believe that? A day! Sometimes it felt like we would never reach it! How is it that this ship is so fast but has such a crappy long distance vid? Man, my aunt looked like she was going to come through the screen and rip Greg’s balls off for not contacting the family sooner. It was funny how scared he looked.” Xander chuckled to try to release the tension he could feel in the air.
“Your aunt?” The bald man said softly.
“Um . . . y-yeah.”
“Interesting.”
Xander shifted in his seat at the edge of the large bed. “Look, there’s some stuff we need to talk about. Some stuff I-”
“What’s this?” Riddick looked at Xander with narrowed silver eyes as he held out Xander’s vid.
“What’s what?” Xander took it from the stiff man and looked over what was on the screen. Xander’s family and Xander’s name in big bold important letters. Shit. “I can explain-”
“When were you going to tell me you are some fucking PRINCE?” The silvered eyed man snarls.
Xander flinched at the wave of dark emotion that crashed up against his shields full of rage, resignation, and loss. Oh boy, Riddick is real pissed and . . . sad? “I was going to tell you--”
Riddick throws a cup across the room as he paces like a caged tiger. “When? After your family comes along to grease my ass for fucking their long lost holy prince? Was this some sort of spoiled boy game? Fucking with my head and make me feel shit then run off to go sit on a silk pillow and suckle silver spoons? Did you get off on confusing the fuck out of me?” Riddick growled darkly as he crowded into Xander’s space but doesn’t touch him.
“No! I would never do that. I didn’t! I don’t even think of myself as a p-prince.” Xander’s eyes widened with hurt and it took all his will not to retreat and crumble under the weight of the man’s anger pressing down on him.
Riddick sneered. “Right.” Riddick clinches his blade tightly in his hand like he was going to use it. “The ship will break into Helion’s atmosphere tomorrow, huh? That’s something at least.” With that said Riddick turned around and left the bedroom like he didn’t care.
Xander winced at the wall that slammed up between him and Riddick like a punch in the face. After having Riddick’s protective power wrapped around him Xander felt exposed without it. He had to grit his teeth and resist the urge to chase down his angry mate and demand the link reopened. Sitting down on the bed Xander started shoring up his mental shields since he didn’t have Riddick’s strong mind available to guard his own. Xander could feel a wildness inside him stir the embers of determination and anger to balance out the panic at having the bond on his end so weakened.
*
Riddick stalked down the hall to the small engine room wearing his anger like a cloak. His cat is a fucking prince. A rich little royal! Riddick’s schooling never went higher than the basics but he could do the calculating. His pussycat was not going to live on the run with him . . . and he wouldn’t be able to stay in some fancy gilded cage. Not with the price on his head, not with all the eyes that would be on a royal.
He wasn’t even pissed at his kitty for keeping secrets. Riddick didn’t need to know all the shit about Xander to be with him . . . but his pussycat being a prince, a fucking prince, involved people and rules and laws and obligations. It involved things Riddick had no part in, no right in. He had looked through that vid with a careful eye and he saw stuff he couldn’t snatch his cat from. He saw pictures of a cute kid with a large loving family, safe in a big castle, with a pretty future on a silver platter. That’s shit he couldn’t give.
Even if Riddick didn’t care about that stuff he doubted he could make a clean break of it with his kitty. After all he did tell the pregnant priestess that kidnapping wasn’t one of his talents.
Better that his pussycat thinks he’s pissed about him not being told sooner. Riddick crossed his arms and stayed there against the wall. Fuck, he needed something to beat the shit out of, maybe a drink, and a hard fuck in a dark alley.
**

Next day

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With his arms crossed Xander rested over the toilet bowl and pressed his lips into a bloodless white line trying not to vomit. His will alone didn’t seem to be enough because minutes later Xander’s stomach constricted, his throat muscles tightened, and breakfast made a comeback. Xander moaned as he threw up the last of his food and prayed to whichever god listened to milithre that his sickness would go away fast! He had enough problems to deal with.
Flushing the shiny almost water-less silver toilet of evil Xander looked at himself in the mirror and glared. He looked like shit! No, he looked like old shit crusted on a scruffy boot, a very old shredded scruffy boot. Splashing some water on his face Xander scrubbed hard and hoped the cool water made him look a little less like a zombie.
Shuffling out of the room he had slept in with just little Oren he sat on the bed and let out a gusty sigh. Xander looked at Oren who was looking at Xander with bright eyes. “I should’ve told him sooner.” Oren wriggled his small hands and cooed. “Yeah, I know I fuc-messed up. Should I apologize?” Xander picked up the baby and cradled him in his arms. Oren gurgled and grabbed at Xander’s shirt. “No, no, you’re right. Riddick doesn’t look the type to sit through the ‘I’m sorrys’. I’ll just tell him what he needs to know and say I’m sorry with loads of sex.” Xander nods with determination. He would not flounder for days without Riddick like he did in their last little spat. There is no way Xander will let Riddick find out about his own new status from anyone but him!
**

In the cockpit Riddick prepared the ship to break atmosphere. They would be in Helion Prime in less the twenty minutes. As the ship started to shake Riddick switched on the com. “Entering Helion’s atmosphere, grab a hold of something for the ride and hang on to your ass.” Switching the com off after that short sentence Riddick grabbed the shaking control stick and held it steady as the ship sped down to land. The ship shook and the edges of the ship glowed red as it bit through the air. When it broke through cloud cover to sunshine and a city of white stone everyone in the cockpit gasped. Helion Prime looked like a little piece of paradise.
Riddick chose a common parking area. The lot was full of ships and no one would take notice of just another little ship. It was here that they would wait for Xander’s people to come for them. To come and take what is his away.
**

Xander wasn’t able to get that conversation he wanted to have with Riddick. The moment he landed on the planet time seemed to go by fast.
The ship was only docked for fifteen minutes when the first group showed up. A white limo flanked by two bulky SUV type vehicles parked in front of the jellyfish. In a white limo that looked like the mating of a Porsche and a fairytale carriage High Priestess Princess Illiann showed up with guards and healers. Wearing a gown of flowing fabric the color of clear blue ocean and the midnight sky she stalked up the ramp like a jungle cat with her pregnant belly bouncing gently like a buoy on calm water. Her bright eyes were focused on Greg. Greg too was focused on Illiann, a big smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He rushed from the cockpit of the ship and down the long hallway and met her at the top of the ramp. They meet together like the crash of the white water and the cliff side, full of passion and beauty and violence. Their lips meet with force and their hands claws at fabric and their bodies pressed close.
The milithre guards surrounded the ramp with hawk eyes and riffles pointed at the ground. The healers ignore the kissing couple as they walked up the ramp and headed straight for the cryo pods. Xander shifted uneasily with little Oren in his arms Imam by his side and Riddick somewhere behind him in the cockpit. He had one eye on the healers poking at the pods and the other on his aunt and uncle sucking face.
“If there wasn’t cloth between them I would swear they were having sex right there on the deck.” Jack yelps her eyes wide and round.
Imam shushed her. “It is something common, I’ve seen this a time or two.”
Jack whipped her head toward Imam. “People having sex on decks?”
Imam frowns and shakes his head. “No! No, of course not. The return of a mate is powerful and emotional. Bonds are reaffirmed and strengthened. They cannot help but come together and rejoice.”
“Hmm.” Davi made a curious noise as he watched the couple murmur to each other and kiss. Greg placed a protective hand on his wife’s belly as they pressed their foreheads together and just held still. Illiann’s tail surfaces from soft fabric and wrapped around Greg’s thighs, she lets out soft purrs as she trails pecks across Greg’s jaw and cheek.
“In a moment they will separate feeling stronger and happier. Normally such a rejoining by mated species only takes a kiss or a hug but the Lady Priestess is pregnant, she is in more need of her mate.” Imam said softly.
“Uh?” Davi looked at Imam with questions in his eyes.
“How do you know so much about crap like that?” Jack asked and Davi nods.
“Jack don't speak like that.” Jack rolls her eyes. “I learned in the holy place I studied in. I learned about Xander’s people, Oren’s people, and Elementals, and the tough skinned fire breathers of the volcano moons near Helion four. I studied many types of people, from their adaptions as a race to their origins on Earth.”
Jack wrinkled her nose. “Why?”
Imam was about to speak but Illiann beat him to it. “To better understand the people that come to him for guidance, child. If you were a fire elemental and I flicked water at you it would have been a great insult. To water elemental it would have been a compliment or a first step in wooing a catfish. Or if you tugged my tail to get my attention and weren’t my mate or child it would be a show of disrespect to me. And although in most cases it shouldn’t skin color and money comes into play. Asian and American cultures mostly survived the great move from Earth.” She smiled at Jack and Davi then looked at Imam. “You’re the councilor/talk healer sent from the temples on Delta Primus 3, yes?” Illiann looks at Imam calmly.
Imam bows and nods. “Yes.”
Illiann gives him a sad look. “I’m sorry for the loss of your head apprentice and adopted child but I will do everything in my power to save the other two.”
Imam swallows and nods. “T-thank you.”
Illiann locked eyes with Xander and smiled brightly. “Nephew!” She wrapped Xander in a careful hug. Xander closed his eyes and couldn’t help but fall into the comforting warmth. A soft white blue glow came from where she touched his skin. When they parted his shoulder was completely healed. She crowds up to Xander as much as her big belly will allow and whispers softly in his ear. “Who shot you? Who mated you and seeded your body with child?” She growled like a protective lioness.
Xander nearly swallows his tongue and just manages to sit in a chair instead of plopping down on the floor. “W-what?”
Illiann puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot. “Well?” Did her nephew leave a mate at the hospital? Or find then lose a mate on the planet of darkness and monsters? Or on the merc ship? Then she narrowed her eyes, or was his mate here? She looked toward the cockpit and held shinning silver eyes for a moment. “Alea`xand`r, please tell me?”
Xander swallowed. ‘Seeded? Child? As in inside ME? Oh hell, oh shit, oh damn. I-I’m pregnant.’ Xander looked at the crowd all around him and felt uneasy. “Aunt can we talk about this later i-in private?”
Illiann bit at her glossy red lip and nods sensing her nephews distress. “Yes. Forgive me for being so forward. Hormones and the fact that the last time I saw you was when you were a child clinging to your mother’s side. You’re not the families little Sah anymore. You’re grown.” She looks at Xander with wet eyes.
“So the rest of story time can wait? You can wait?” Xander looks hopeful. He really NEEDS to talk to Riddick alone. Xander looks over into the shadowy cockpit to see the outline of the man leaning against the wall. Xander tried to catch his eyes and even prodded the block on their bond but the man wouldn’t meet his eyes. Xander bit at his lip.
Illiann rolls her eyes. “If I must, but once I tell your fathers and brother they will demand blood.” Illiann looks at the child in Xander’s arms with a soft mothering look. “And who is this?” She combs soft fingers through Oren’s hair. Oren coos and wriggles under the attention.
“My kid.”
Illiann blinks. “We are going home right now. You left things out of your storytelling yesterday.”
“Oh, ok but I really need to talk to someone first.”
Illiann huffed and grabbed Xander’s elbow and led him off the ship. “What can be more important than informing your family about what is happening! Come. We must get to my home before news travels and you are on every vid in the city.”
Xander allowed himself to be led down the ramp reluctantly.
**
“-elt his presence in the desert after the crash. No one else wanted to look for survivors but I went and felt him still alive inside his dead mother.” Xander said softly.
Riddick stayed out of the large sitting room Priestess Illiann ushered everyone to. Flapping his gums wasn’t one of his favorite things to do with his mouth and he could hear just fine from the dark hallway.
“Yeah, Xander used his tail thing to cut the lady open. He took care ah Oren and fed him from his chest.” Jack said loudly as her eyes wondered around the large room. Jack stood up and touched all the shiny things with her clever fingers, even snatched up a money pouch sitting innocently in a dish on the counter. With a bright grin on her face Jack skipped to Riddick side and stood close. Like his little shadow.
“Really?” Illiann raised a brow.
Riddick smirked at the blush on his kitty’s face. Even from the hall Riddick could see it clearly. His kitty looked good flustered.
“Prince Alea`xand`r saved many lives on the planet with the creatures and on the ship.” Imam said kindly. “He has a good head on his shoulders.”
Illiann cuddled Oren in her arms and sighed. “Your dad is going to faint, his youngest with babies already.”
Xander looked worried. “You think he’ll have a problem with Oren?”
Illiann snorted. “Not at all. Everyone will love him.” She cooed at the baby. “It’s everything else they might have a trouble with.” She frowned.
Yeah, Riddick figured. Trouble and problem were words that fit pretty well with him. Since birth Riddick fought for everything he got and that’s how it will always be. He was born the maker of trouble and *smirk* someone’s problem, but he wasn’t gonna make anything hard for his kitty.
“What do you think th-” Xander started to say when the doors on the other side of the room opened. In rushed a group of milithre. The one in the lead looked like an older taller Xander. When family rushed to Xander and started doing the hugging, kissing, and babbling Riddick decided it was time for him to get a little distance. The sappy shit just was not his thing. Riddick only felt a little flare on annoyance when his little shadow followed close behind.
**
Xander smiled as he hugged first his father Prince Sanotio, then his father’s mate and second father Luka, and then his tall and bulky brother Jarith picked him up in a bear hug. Them finding out Xander was mated, had an adopted child, and was pregnant was far from fun. They wanted to meet Riddick. Xander tried to find him through the bond only to find it still blocked. Crap.
Xander really didn’t like the fact that other milithre could find out the condition of his body by touch. All it took was a hug, a handshake, or a brief touch of skin to skin, and a flare of the Light of Emfri to tell them revealing facts about himself. Finding out he was lactating, had recently had sex, and was pregnant were not really the first topics he wanted to talk to his parents and brother about.
Xander looked around the large sitting room a bit desperately. ‘Riddick . . .’ he tapped on the wall between their bond.
**
Riddick headed for the market since he had nothing better to do and figured he had time before mercs started coming after him again. Snatching a large dark cloak hanging on the door hook on his way out of the priestess’ rich house Riddick headed toward the water.
“So where are we going? Do you need to kill some badass? Why did we leave? Did ya not like the cats?” Jack asked as she tilted her head up toward Riddick her eyes big and bright and full of annoying questions.
“You didn’t need to come.” Riddick growled softly.
Jack frowned then shrugged. “But we need ta stick together. Like a team.”
“A team?” Riddick tilted his head.
Jack grinned. “Yeah! We help each other out. The others like Davi and Imam are temps but you and me are like the super villain and the sidekick! We rock.”
Riddick snorted. “And how do you contribute to this partnership?”
“I . . . I um.” Jack’s brow scrunched with worry then her eyes brightened. “You could teach me! I could get my eyes shined!” Jack pulled a little money purse, a small silver cat pin, and a handful of half melted chocolate honey drops from her pocket. “Want some? I took it from the cat lady when she wasn’t looking!” Jack said proudly.
“The priestess saw you, she just didn’t care that you were taking shit.” Riddick said softly as he turned down a small alley toward the small of water and fresh bread.
Jack’s eyes bugged. “WHAT?”
“You were pawing the place like a dog for scraps. She knew she just didn’t mind.” The fish market was crowded and loud, it was two things he didn’t like but it was better than watching his pussycat drift back into the fold of his family. He looked at the vender stands and saw only junk, useless frilly crap for cozy little houses and dull tools for fisherman and aspiring mercs. Nothing he would want.
“What do you think this is worth?” Jack asked as she held out the pin.
“5 credits.” Riddick said without even looking at the bead.
“But it’s silver!”
“Plated.”
“What do you think I can get for it?” Jack said with a bit of disappointment in her voice as she looked at a stand selling hand guns. Without even looking behind him Riddick grabbed Jack’s shoulder and pushed her in the direction of a stand selling sweet cakes. Jack pouted but went over there. Riddick looked at a small shop selling arm guards and was tempted to negotiate a price with the beady eyes owner when some random kid started flailing her arms in front of him.
“Hello, sir! You look like you could use a good blade.” A sweet faced blond girl about Jack’s age stepped out of a stone hut and around a solid wooden table. The table was covered in a nice velvety green cloth and lined up in pretty neat little rows were blades of many sizes. “Here.” The girl’s brown eyes sparkled brightly as she handed him a dagger.
He looked it over and turned it about in his hand. It was not his style. Long gold hilt with gem settings along the bottom and too shiny it would attract the tiniest bit of light in the dark. The handle guard was an airbrushed grey but it curved wide and would catch on his cloths, and the blade was curved like a fat saber and dull as shit. Sure he could kill with the pretty little knife but he wouldn’t waste one credit on it. “No.” He handed it to the girl.
She grinned brightly and patted him roughly on the arm and bumped her small shoulder to his side making half her tiny body dissolve into the folds of his stolen robe. “Knew it! Knew it! You’re a man of tastes. You want more than a wall decoration; you actually use your cutters! Here.” She picked up another blade and placed it in his hand. Riddick felt his amusement rise, what were the chances he would meet another young girl with a hard-on for sharp and dangerous things?
This blade was decent. It was long and all black and straight as an arrow and so sharp you could shave with it. But it was not a fighter’s blade. Enough force and it would snap leaving pieces on the ground or in a body. Riddick flicked the blade onto the table right back in its original place, the tip of the blade sunk into the table leaving the blade at an angle hovering inches from lying at rest. “No.”
The girl bounced on her toes and giggled. She scampered over to a corner of the table where a bundle lay. “You’ll like theses Mr. Goggles.” She unwraps a cloth with pockets holding sets of shivs.
Riddick had to admit he was slightly impressed with these. Riddick pulled out a set of blades with a dramatic curve, leather grip, and a metal guard across one side of the blade. They felt nice in his hands as he gripped. “How much?”
The girl looked smug. “50 credits each.”
“Done.” And Riddick started walking away as he slid his new toys into the many hiding places on his person.
“Hey! You forgot to pay!” The girl frowned as she scurried out in front of him. “My brother made those and he won’t let ya get away without paying him!” She crossed her twig arms over her flat chest.
‘I think I like this kid.’ Riddick’s amusement just kept rising. “And the money you swiped from this cloak when you started yapping doesn’t count?” Even those walking by could hear the barely contained amusement in the bald man’s deep voice.
The girl’s face flushed brightly and she started to pout. “You saw that? Damn. I’m usually awesome.” Shrugging she pulled a small black bag out of her skirt pocket. She tried to hand it back to Riddick but he pushed it back into her hand.
“50 milithre silver squares equal 100 Helion credits.”
“Damn, should have asked for more. Woulda if I knew you had milithre silver in your outer pockets. Wonder what you’re carrying inside the robe?” The girl muttered as she eyed him.
Riddick threw his head back and laughed. Jack ran over at the sound of Riddick’s laughter a jealous glint in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She crossed her arms and looked the blond girl up and down. “Who the hell are you?”
The girl shoved the little bag back into her pocket and pointed at herself. “I’m Nula. I’m apprentice blacksmith to my brother Nero Voss!” She looked up at Riddick with a smirk on her face and ignored Jack’s glare. “You come to us if you need cutters; we make the best in New Mecca. Hell we make the best on Helion Prime!” Nula puffed up her chest with pride.
“I doubt it!” Jack scuffed.
Nula glared at Jack her eyes wide with outrage. “Our cutters are the best! Mr. Goggles just bought some you scruffy cow!” Both girls held up their fists as if they were getting ready to box.
Riddick smirked he found the mini pissing contest between the brats entertaining. A gun was cocked behind him and fired, people started screaming, and hot blood splashed across Riddick’s face. He turned in a tornado of dark cloth with a shiv in his hand and adrenalin pumping hard through his body. With a snarl Riddick jumped the dirty bastard merc with one of his new knives aimed for his throat. The guy didn’t even get to scream.
**

“Are you sure that is wise my friend? A lot of people count on you now. Young Jack looks at you like an older brother, the little ones feel safe with you, and Xander . . .” Imam gives Riddick a serious look. “Xander is your mate, Mr. Riddick. Running is not something I think you should do.”
Riddick snorts. “What I’m good at. That and killing things.” He said darkly.
Imam flinched slightly. “Still you should stay and talk this out with Xander first.”
“What? Like a normal person?” Riddick slammed a sheet of paper down on the table between the two men.
“What’s this?” Imam picked up the paper. It was a grainy side profile picture of Riddick with numbers under it.
“My bounty. Took it off the would be merc that tried to ghost me in the market. The asshole shot up a few stands and killed a girl that was standing next to me. She was Jack’s age and was dead before she hit the ground. A couple of inches closer and Jack would have been too instead of in your fancy bathroom showering another girl’s blood off. You all need to stay away from me, you’ll just die.” Riddick growled. Pulling the hood of the bloody cloak over his head Riddick turned to leave Imam’s new house. “Take care of the brats.”
“You should at least speak to your mate, Mr. Riddick!” Imam said firmly as he tried to stand between the bald man and the door.
Riddick scuffed and walked around the holy man. “I doubt he even noticed me gone. He has his family now.” Opening the door Riddick was about to step into the evening crowd and disappear.
“Wait!” Imam held out a hand to hold the man back. “Will you at least tell me where it is you might go?”
Riddick stood at Imam’s door for a moment and looked at the dimming sky with its licks of golden light fading on the horizon. He took a breath then looked at Imam.
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