ALL HAIL THE SNEAKY ONE!
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someonesneaky for getting me an egg from my "Most Wanted Eggs List". I present to you: THE UNDEAD! 
And now I give her something in return. A fanfic!I asked her what she wanted but alas, he only requirements were: Something a little fluffy, a little smutty, not too much angst, but with some humor. I -totally- have a thing for 'good guy and bad guy fall for each other' kinda plot/pairings. Being that that was absolutely NO HELP WHAT. SO. EVER I just ran with it. Enjoy!Top Dog By The Black Dragon Queen
He stared over the sea of faces that all gazed up at him like he was a nice chunk of raw stake and they were a pack of ravenous mongrels all salivating but not daring to pounce till the Alpha made his move. The Alpha however was the only one who still had his head bowed, refusing to look at the man seated in the ornate chair. With a mental curse, the seated man leaned back, trying his best to look nonchalant as he looked about, calculating his best exit strategies. So far zipola. The place was tighter than a tomb. Pun definitely intended.
His best bet for getting out of there with his skin intact was the Alpha dog. Unfortunately, the Alpha was refusing to make the first move. With a sigh, he stood up from the throne and moved to the edge of the dais, staring down at the bowed head. Time to show everyone that he was top dog now.
“So now what?” he drawled as he stared at the man still clutching the three headed ax. “Do we all start the group hugging?”
Hazel eyes looked up and locked onto his own uncovered eyes. Riddick smirked even as Vakko’s mouth tightened even further. “My Lord,” he spoke quietly, his voice carrying over the silent crowd. “Perhaps you require rest after your… triumph.”
“Indeed,” Riddick smirked as he bounded down the steps and moved right in Vakko’s space even as the man was still on his knee. He didn’t even make a move to try and acquire the ax from the Necromonger; instead coming to a stop right in the kill zone. Riddick always lived on the edge but the small zing of thrill that normally flew down his spine the first time he walked into a new slam never came.
Vakko wasn’t about to try anything against him. Not now. Not after Riddick managed to ice dear old Lord Marshal Zhylaw. Vakko was very, very nervous. The scent was unmistakable. It was an undercurrent of wariness but there wasn’t the stench of fear. The man didn’t fear Riddick. Or just didn’t fear death in general. Riddick bet it was the later.
Despite the ease in which Riddick was able to gauge the walking tin man’s level of nervousness, Vakko sure as shit didn’t look nervous. Hell, he looked calm as anyone. Very calm considering he may be beheaded with that very ax in his hand at any moment. Not by Riddick’s hand of course but Vaako didn’t know that.
Riddick’s mouth twitched again, a lazy smile. “Show the way,” he said slowly.
Vakko’s eyes glinted with something, the hazel flashing bright emerald green but it was gone just as quickly. He rose slowly, with absolute precise fluidity. Riddick felt his mouth watering and he growled automatically in annoyance. Riddick wasn’t one to ignore his instincts and the one he had now was not appropriate for being in a very crowded room; a room where most occupants were carrying weapons of varying degrees of ouch to outright dead.
Vakko actually slowed his movements down upon hearing the noise from his new lord, his eyes focused on Riddick’s face searching for something, anything. Probably trying to figure out what the cause of the growl had been. Riddick actually smirked and Vakko’s mouth thinned even further. ‘Interesting,’ Riddick thought with a chuckle.
Every move he made Vakko instantly compensated his entire body language in answer. Riddick glared and Vakko’s body went lax, unthreatening. Riddick loosened his shoulders and Vakko instantly was as taunt as the ax he held, looking for whatever it was that made Riddick happy. ‘This is fun,’ Riddick thought before he finally had enough of his own personal entertainment and took a step back, still making no move towards the ax.
Vakko frowned before he looked over and made a gesture towards one of the lackeys. The other solider nodded and made a quick signal towards the others and they started moving people out of the throne room. The sheep went willingly, all bowing as they past Riddick. Vakko was watching them even more closely than he had been Riddick.
“Don’t even think about it!” Riddick suddenly barked as he spotted someone moving in the direction of Kyra’s body.
The Necormonger nobody froze mid-motion and Riddick’s snarl turned into a low hum of steady growling. Vakko’s eyes darted from one to the other before he shook his head at man. Turning to Riddick he whispered quietly, “we shall move her to the morgue to await your instructions.”
Riddick’s head snapped up at he stared at Vakko but the man was calm under pressure, Riddick had to give him that. He frowned before he gave a sharp nod. “Just as long as she’s not in the same place as that,” and he pointed to Zylaw.
“If that is your desire,” Vakko bowed slightly before he turned to rather very nervous man still frozen over Kyra’s body. “Be careful with her.”
The man nodded so rapidly that Riddick was surprised that his head didn’t fly off. The man still didn’t move though and Riddick had a sneaky suspicion that it was due to his presence. With a frown, he turned to Vakko. “So?”
“This way Lord Marshal.”
Riddick glanced back at Vaako but the man had already turned away, presenting Riddick his back, and very nice tight ass. ‘Oh this place just keeps getting better and better,’ Riddick snickered to himself.
The back went ridged before relaxing again as Vaako shoved the ax towards one of his grunts as they passed. With a small smile, he followed the man towards the exit of the room when the doorway was suddenly filled with a figure. A smiling figure in a tight gold dress.
Vaako’s face practically radiated the word “fuck” clear as day as he saw Miss Viper. ‘This is very interesting,’ Riddick mused as the woman darted forward and snagged Vaako’s arm, entwining it with her own.
“Husband dear,” the woman drawled silkily. “Do I not warrant an introduction?” Vaako suddenly looked very much like he was wanting that ax back.
‘Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,’ Riddick nearly snorted as he stared at the woman trying to look all seductive and shit but failing miserably. ‘The missus? No wonder he went all suicidal trying to take out the king rat.’
“Indeed,” yet another voice drawled and Riddick looked behind him to find the Elemental floating up to them, her two “escorts” trailing behind. “And perhaps one could do me a favor and loosen these?”
Riddick looked down upon her indication at the ball and chain attached to her ankles. “Nice jewelry,” he drawled.
“Too heavy for my tastes,” the air walker smiled.
“Never did care for the bling myself,” Riddick chuckled as he turned to Vaako, one eyebrow moving upward.
Vaako nodded and quickly removed his arm from the adoring wifey to speak to yet another lackey. With a smirk Riddick turned to the grinning female when he spotted a horde of people headed towards him over her shoulder, all decked out in ornamental robes and every gaze focused dead on at him. ‘Oh, goody! My favorite game of catch me if you can,’ he groaned to himself. ‘Not! Now where’d that damn ax go?’
He didn’t even say anything to the leering snake trying to purr at him as he whirled around on the nifty boot heels of his stolen footwear and snagged Vaako’s arm as he stalked past the man, dragging him along for the ride. Vakko’s head whipped around even as he fell in step with Riddick’s longer stride, never once moving to attack though his first instinct had clearly been to do just that. Riddick ignored the small yet lethal dagger in Vaako’s hand as he weaved them through the pack. “Where can one take a leak around here?” he asked aloud instead with a wide grin even as he hauled the man away through the door, pushing past the woman whose mouth was opening and closing rapidly trying to come up with something to say to prevent them from leaving.
Luckily, the guards were still working on the chains holding the floater down so it was just he and Vaako who were in the crushing throng that mobbed the hallway. Rather the mutts and the different elites that had been bustled out of the main room earlier then what was coming after them. Each one of them started bowing like mad upon Riddick’s entrance too and the once con now king had to keep himself from whappin’ them on the head as he past like bongos. “Left at the next hall,” came the helpful voice to his right and Riddick glanced at the man only to find the Necromonger looking back over his own shoulder.
Glancing behind him himself he saw the fancy duds actually still following them. Luckily the awing crowd had converged to watch his departure, making it difficult for them follow. “What’s with the pack-‘o-inbreeds?” he asked quietly.
“The heirs to Master Purifier’s position,” Vakko told him helpfully as Riddick hauled him through the door and into a closed room.
“What in the-?” Riddick snarled but Vakko had already punched a panel, closing the door behind them. “Um, unless you can walk through walls they’re still going to be there when we go out,” Riddick drawled, his temper starting to percolate.
“Then it’s a good thing we are not using that door,” Vaako drawled as he moved behind the long table. Shifting an ordinate ugly-as-sin vase he reached down into the podium the hideous thing was perched on and a with a click and a hiss the wall behind him slid open. “The Marshal’s personal corridors,” Vaako smirked at Riddick’s frown.
“Of course it is,” Riddick drawled as he stalked forward and the smirk wavered on the other man’s face at his approach. Riddick stopped right in front of him, nearly toe to toe with the man. The two men stared at one another for a long time. “Do I want to stay?”
“What do you mean?” Vakko asked genuinely surprised though he understood the underlining meaning well enough. “Many would and have killed to be in the position you find yourself now.”
“Yourself included?” Riddick asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.
Vaako had balls for he never once tore his gaze away from Riddick’s. “To save the people and faith I hold dearest to me,” he replied curtly. “Nothing more.”
“And you’re willing to let me take the slot of top dog?” Riddick chuckled. “Why do I not believe you?”
Vaako swallowed. “The day is young yet,” he said instead. “There will be many who will be foolish to test your strength.”
“But not you?” Riddick asked.
Vaako actually smiled. “You are still awake,” he said smoothly. “I prefer to hedge my bets. You are a very formidable opponent.”
Riddick leaned forward, his face mere inches from Vaako’s and his body practically trapping the other man against the wall. “What makes you think I’m any less dangerous in the bedroom?” he chuckled.
Vaako’s eyes flew wide, green beginning to become his dominate eye color. “My Lor-?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Riddick interrupted with another chuckle. “Do. I. Want. To. Stay?”
Vaako blinked up at him. “Why wouldn’t you?” his voice now a near whisper. “You are ruler of all you see.”
“Am I?” Riddick drawled throatily.
At such close proximity, Riddick could easily see the small pulse on Vaako’s throat doubled in speed. “Within reason,” Vaako added pointedly.
Riddick didn’t even hesitate. His hand came up and caught Vaako’s chin before the man could even move and slammed him against the doorframe, covering his mouth with his own. Digging his thumb in the man’s jaw, he easily popped Vaako’s mouth open to delve his tongue inside, tasting the pure bitter-sweet spice that was the Necromonger. His knee easily slid between the man’s thighs and he pressed forward, moving his own leg in small circles against the hardness he felt there. ‘Not so undead after all,’ Riddick chuckled, his tongue sweeping over the one desperately trying to avoid his touches.
Vaako made some sort of indignant squeak and his hands came up to dig his nails at Riddick’s hand that held his face steady. Luckily Riddick had such a high threshold for pain and Vaako’s perfectly manicured nails were barely an annoyance. Moving back before Vaako get it in his head to clamp his teeth shut and bite his questing tongue Riddick smiled broadly. “Good. This’ll be fun then.” And with a smirk and a last swipe of his tongue over the man’s mouth one last time he took a large step back and headed off down the hidden hall way. “Coming?” he practically sing-songed as he left the man still leaning against the wall in complete shock.
Vaako just stood there watching his new ruler and lord walk down the hallway as if he owned the place. And in truth, he did. The tingling on his tongue had not yet faded and the scent of fire and blood trailed in Riddick’s wake, nearly making Vaako drunk with the headiness of it all. “Fun indeed,” he murmured as he righted himself and followed the Furyan down the hall, the hidden door sliding shut quietly behind him leaving no trace of the presence in the room. Only a slightly shifted vase and a now very horny security guard watching the monitors in another part of the ship who desperately needed a break. The End... ... ... Maybe... In the far off future. Or as inspiration strikes. I don't know. ^___^
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Date: 2009-12-11 09:27 pm (UTC)Why is it that you always manage to catch the rare eggs? TT.TT
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Date: 2009-12-11 09:58 pm (UTC)- and Vaako.
Oh. MY. GOD. *whimpers*
*Ggnhh!!!!*
I ADORE YOU, OH MIGHTY QUEEN OF DRAGONS!!!! I BOW MY HEAD FOR YOUR AWESOMENESS!!!!!!
...more, please, prettypleasewithsugarandstrawberriesontop??
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:11 pm (UTC)This may or may not have a continuation and fleshed out more some day but for now... *glances at three fics all just sitting there in front of BDQ mocking her*
Yeah. XD
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:58 pm (UTC)Oh, man... I admire your, uhm, greatness (read: how THE HELL do you get time enough to write ALL THAT every week?!) and therefore I shall not beg.
To much.
XDDD
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:10 pm (UTC)Are.
AWESOME.
<3
I know, I'm horrible to write for. I'm just so not picky. But you took it, and ran with it, right into something very tasty. And I adore you for it.
Do please say you eventually plan on doing more? Pretty please? I'll double Faremyr's offering of sugar and strawberries!
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:17 pm (UTC)... and as long as those strawberries and cream are placed strategically on Vaako's naked person I may play around with this some more...
you know... when I have time. ;p
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:21 pm (UTC)¬.¬
...Let the plotting begin! *slinks off to order handcuffs, berries, n' cream*
Seriously. You totally made my day with this. <3
I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT.
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:23 pm (UTC)mmm... strawberries and spices. YUM!
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Date: 2009-12-11 11:00 pm (UTC)She. IS. A. GODDESS.
That's how.
*snickers*
PS. Get some black satin sheets, too!
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Date: 2009-12-13 01:05 pm (UTC)I loved Pitch Black, but I can barely remember the movie with the undead guys. But now I really wanna see it again. XDDD