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lestat_00 (lestat_00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 22:29:00

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complete, day 7, lestat de lioncourt, pheromones, richard riddick

Day 07
Who: Lestat and Riddick
What: A Secluded Rendezvous in the Mountains
When: Day 7, Around 4:00 am
Where: In the Mountains
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

Pitch black...and Lestat was loving it. He strolled leisurely along the foothills of the mountain range closest to the resort that had become his new home. Out here there were no lights, no candles, no lanterns and at four o'clock a.m., no other 'guests'. The vampire needed no artificial means to move about in the sacred night...his preternatural eyes could see in the blackest night as if it were high noon.

A being as powerful as the vampire Lestat didn't really need sleep...or the restful state that vampires slipped into. While others slept and enjoyed their dreams, he walked and reflected on his day or the coming day. This morning he thought of his past few days. In his long illustrious life he had never met a 'Vampire Slayer'...he had met those who tried to kill him, of course, but no actual mystically powered 'Slayer'. Now, here on some planet in a galaxy on no Earthly map, he meets a Vampire Slayer and fucks her in the same night. He smiled showing his fangs to the night sky...what a wild one that Faith was...he wondered what would have happened if he had stayed the night.

Passing around an outcropping of pinkish-grey stone, Lestat stopped and exclaimed, "Mon Dieu! Black Orchids?!". A small patch of the coveted and rare 'black orchids' stood beside the path as if they grew there naturally. The bemused vampire bent and plucked one of the dark maroon flowers and held it to his nose, "Mmmmmmmm", he sighed with a hedonistic pleasure that startled him a bit. He felt a bit light-headed and his body tingled delightfully.

Slipping the orchid into the lapel of his jacket, he suddenly realized the air all around him was slightly scented by the delicious flower. He now thought of his newest muse, the boy Maxxie...he levitated into the air and smiled...he had stalked Maxxie yesterday...the golden-haired boy was his fountain of ambrosia. Maxxie quickened him in so many ways.

Lestat levitated over a small peak, enjoying the night air and revelling in the overwhelming scent of the orchids and the way it was making him feel...when...he spotted someone moving below. "What is this?", the vampire asked himself, "He moves in the dark without the aid of a lantern or flashlight?". Lestat knew he had to inspect.

Dropping out of the sky, the vampire Lestat landed just in front of the muscular man, who happened to be the same height as himself. Think he noticed the eyes...those wonderful, magnificent eyes! "Good morning, Mon chere!", he purred, "What is such an exquisite man doing out here all alone without a chaperone?".

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-15 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Riddick felt more comfortable in the dark, which was why he loved the nights and early morning hours.There was no need for his glasses to protect his eyes. So once more he was out, taking in the mountains, trying to figure a way out of this damn place. He had the information Ayla had given him the day before and it had been very helpful. She had also been nice company for him to be honest.

But this morning the tall, bald headed Furyan was not merely looking for an escape. Though he was keeping his eyes trained, his mind opened as he walked he also was allowing himself to think. Escape honestly didn't seem like it was possible though Riddick would never give up. The problem though was that he was thinking about the past, or what was once his life and how he wanted to get back to it though he had no clue what in the hell he would be going back to.It was because he was thinking so deeply, that he had not noticed anyone near him.

So for probably the first time in his life, when the man now standing before him,seemed to just drop out of the sky out of no where, Riddick jumped and let out a startled gasp. Then he growled and cursed himself for not paying much attention and letting this man or so he appeared startle him.

Before he replied though, Riddick allowed his glowing eyes to take in this creature before him. Really unusual much like the rest of the people he had met here. And he had to admit the almost cheerful voice annoyed him. The Furyan was honestly not a friendly person.

"I don't believe I need a chaperone, I can handle myself.And what about you?" Small talk was not at all Riddick's forte. But he did talk to others when they spoke to him.Maybe he could make his get away once the pleasantries were out of the way.

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lestat_00
2008-07-16 11:18 am UTC (link)

Lestat could sense that the man was startled and was annoyed that someone had gotten the drop on him. This made the vampire laugh, “Don’t chastise yourself for dropping your guard on my account, Richard”, he grinned and looked the man directly in his amazing eyes to see how he would react to being called by a name he never offered, “I can be as impossible to hear as one’s own shadow”.

The morning breeze carried the intoxicating smell of the black orchids past him…through him…and Lestat felt alive with desire. He was a spoiled, lusty creature anyway, it’s true…but he was normally more in control of himself than he felt now. He wanted to let go and just take this man, but…if he truly let go, there may be very little left when he was through…and then the planet would execute him. Wait…why was he thinking these dark thoughts when such a beautiful man was standing in front of him?

The vampire Lestat stepped closer to the man, “My name is Lestat de Lioncourt, Monsieur Riddick, and I believe I can handle you too…or is that not what you meant?”, he gave a teasing smile.

Lestat’s preternatural eyes looked Riddick over boldly from head to toe and then he ran his hand across the man’s broad chest, “Tell me, Richard, what’s a Furyan…and are they all as delicious as you?”.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-17 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Riddick,with his silvered almost cat like eyes watched the creature before him, studying him intently and wondering if he should be completely on guard. The creature didn't seem too dangerous. Yes annoying and certainly a little....flirtatious? But was he a serious threat? Did he really need the knives his hands were resting on lightly? Was this man a serious danger or threat to him. While Riddick didn't let his guard down all the way, he relaxed it a lot.

However using his real name drew a loud, growl letting Mr. Lestat know that he was not at all thrilled with the use of the name and him taking such liberties. With a restrained, even tone, Riddick eyed the other creature with a scowl. "Do you always take such liberties with people you've only met?"

There was a sudden change in the atmosphere. Riddick was atuned to everything around him and certainly sensed the change though it only confused him since he was studying Lestat very intently and it was like his eyes got darker as if the man was thinking deeply.Riddick raised a brow hiding his confusion.

The last of the conversation struck him as odd. He began to walk but he was not rude entirely. "The name, Mr.Lestat is Riddick and a Furyan is what you are looking at before you."Of course it was the smart ass answer but then again this was him. "And since I have never eaten one of my own and I am the last of my kind, I cant answer your questions. Anything else I can do for you?" He let his annoyance show but it was also done in part to actually hide his amusement and curiosity.

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lestat_00
2008-07-21 11:44 am UTC (link)

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-22 04:43 pm UTC (link)

Lestat grinned like a hungry crocodile at Riddick…he was enjoying his game very much and the unusual quality of the air seemed to be adding a little spice to it. “Liberties?”, the vampire chuckled obscenely, “You’d be shocked and appalled at the liberties I’ve taken with people I’ve just met, Monsieur Riddick!”. This man fascinated him and now to hear that he was the last of his kind, the vampire was captivated.

When the muscular Furyan began to walk, Lestat moved to block his path, “Not so fast, my handsome friend! Why hurry back to the huddled masses, eh? Isn’t it more cozy out here for now…we two creatures of the night?”, the vampire’s voice emitted soothing, suggestive tones…compelling tones. Lestat’s eyes took on an amber glow in contrast to the silver hue burning in Riddick’s eyes… “Anything else you can do for me?”, the vampire repeated with a sigh, “Oh, dear boy, you have no idea”, he purred.

This man was no ordinary human, so Lestat wouldn’t pretend to be either…grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, the vampire levitated, taking them up…up…up…until they were standing on the base of a mountain, about 25 stories up. Letting him down with his back against the mountain, Lestat pressed close , running his hands over the man’s broad chest, “Now, Furyan, what can you do for me?”, he growled suggestively. The pheromo

The Furyan looked at the other man with a look of incredible disbelieve as he spoke and took more liberties than anyone had ever tried to take with Riddick. Sure in the slam things happened but nothing like this and Riddick had to admit it was sightly confusing. The other creature surely had to know Riddick was not someone that took things like this easily. He spoke with a quiet restrain, a very controlled voice that as hard as Riddick tried, still showed a small, tiny hint of amusement and even intrigue. “You don't know who you're fuckin' with...”

Riddick was also not one to really fear another. And Lestat was no different however Riddick would admit to himself that there was a certain hint of danger about him that had Riddick on guard more than normal. The funny thing with this was that Lestat was completely unpredictable so no matter how high on guard he was, Lestat managed to totally screw him up. Not to mention when Riddick locked his silvery eyes on the glowing amber ones of the other man, he had to quickly look away which was not something he was used to.

“Look, Lestat was it? I don't know what your game is, but you've picked the wrong one to play it on. “ But before Riddick could once more try to make his escape,the other man was grabbing his shirt and shit, were they flying? Riddick felt light headed which again was so unusual for him. He also felt something very very close to fear inside of him as he was sat down on top of the mountain with his back pressed hard against the hard rock. He got the feeling nothing he said would actually make the vampire leave him be. Riddick was not stupid, he sensed this man was not one for taking no for an answer but with something strong within the air that Riddick could sense , he had a feeling the man would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Too bad for him,Riddick was not a push over and he would not be taken completely willingly.

“I am afraid, once more you're fucking with the wrong person and there ain't nothing I can do for ya.” Riddick pushed the other man away from him, looking around not that an escape route easily presented its self. The man couldn't fly after all.

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lestat_00
2008-07-23 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Anger, fear, excitement, outrage…yes…Lestat could feel all of these things coming from the man who called himself the last of his kind and it only served to fuel the vampire’s desire even more.

When Riddick shoved him away, Lestat threw back his head and laughed hysterically, “Yessss, YES! Let’s be rough, Richard! Let’s curse and shove and be manly men!”. With a snarl, Lestat came back and shoved the Furyan brutally into the mountainside and then took hold of his shirt and savagely ripped it clean away from his torso, “There’s the body I want to see!”, the vampire purred, his eyes now glowing.

The pheromones were wreaking havoc on Lestat’s undead body. His lustful tendencies seemed to be completely unbound now and growing worse by the minute. His eyes were set on Riddick as his object of lust and with his preternatural strength, things might not go to well for the Furyan if he whipped him into a frenzy.

Lestat stepped back and shoved Riddick again, this time catching him as he rebounded off of the rock wall…and forcing his lips upon the man’s own lips, “Mmmmmmm”, he moaned, as he bent the muscular man back and deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into the man’s mouth. The vampire ran a free hand over Riddick’s bare chest and pulled at a nipple as he broke the kiss and levitated just beyond the Furyan’s reach.

He grinned down at the man and purred, “Catch your breath, Richard, the play is just beginning!”.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-23 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Several things hit Riddick all at once.Several things that this man, this creature was doing that no one had ever either tried, or dared to do before.Once Lestat was flat out mocking him.Two,he was proving that even Riddick could not put fear in everyone. Three, the man was pissing him off by calling him his real name,and further more the creature knew it. There was also the fact that the man could float, Riddick was in a position that he could not get out of easily and the creature was proving to be quite powerful. And in several ways he was wearing Riddick down quicker than the Furyan liked or would admit to.

It all happened too quickly.Lestat went from mocking to practically assaulting him. His shirt was ripped off,hands were on his body that seemed so unnatural, yet even slightly soft which had Riddick blinking in surprise and confusion now wishing for his glasses to hide his eyes. His silvery eyes hid a lot but he wasn't sure they would be able to hide the small amount of admiration Riddick was feeling for Lestat, sick yes,but still there.The man was stopping at nothing.

After feeling those soft yet dominating lips upon his own,and that hand wreaking havoc upon his nipple,he was then let go, and Lestat already knew what to expect it was clear. Because he floated just out of the reach of the Furyan.Growling and catching his breath, Riddick glared up at the creature.He barely managed to grit out." I am afraid playtime is over, Lestat. So ya might want to just stay where ya are. Because if I get my hands on ya it won't be pretty."

Okay so he was sure his words would get another laugh. Riddick truly felt out of his element. Oh what would the great Necromonger army think if they could see their great leader now? Hell the Mercs would have a fucking blast with this, wouldn't they? It all pissed him off.Riddick looked away and began to once more walk away careful, along the edge of the mountain. Surely there had to be a way off this damn mountain.

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lestat_00
2008-07-24 07:30 pm UTC (link)

The vampire Lestat wasn't sure what had gotten into him or why he desired the man below him so desperately, but facts were facts and he wanted him and wanted him badly...and what Lestat de Lioncourt wanted he usually got.

The man called Riddick was sorely pissed to say the least and had said his piece and turned to leave...Lestat hovered above, laughing deep within his chest, "Where are you going Richard?", he chuckled in a sing-song voice, "Oh Riiiiiiiiichie! You know you don't want to go! I can read your mind, you big lug...you liked it and that scares you!". The vampire loved the chase his eyes were like amber fire and he smiled wildly as he hovered closer, "As much as I like the view from back here, Mon chere, it's time you turned around!", Lestat warned in a voice that was, strangely, both threatening and seductive. Narrowing his eyes, he raised his hand and threw it forward in a dramatic flourish...suddenly, all of the brush, bushes, grass, small trees...anything flammable in front of Riddick exploded in an inferno of flames.

Swooping down once again on the Furyan below, Lestat wrapped around him from behind...one arm tightly around his waist, one around his neck as he bent him back and repeated his deep and passionate kiss. This time,he moved the kiss from his lips to his jawline and to hs ear, where he hotly whispered, "Give in, Richard...do it...give yourself to me". He licked the ridge around the man's ear and ended at the lobe where he lightly nibbled. With supernatural speed, the vampire twisted until he was now in front of Riddick and slamming him against the mountainside; with one hand solidly planted against the man's broad chest, Lestat looked him in the face, "Do you not feel honored, foolish man? I am an immortal! When an immortal brings one such as you to his mountain...his Olympus...you don't walk away! You don't struggle! You accept my gifts with humility!", he rambled. As if to punctuate his last words, he slammed his hand hard against Riddick's chest...then, with a wicked grin, he let his free hand drop to fondle the ample bulge presented at the man's crotch, "Ahhhh, very nice, Richard", he purred, "Would you like to show me what's inside voluntarily...hmmmmmmmmmm?", the vampire licked his lips and looked the Furyan right in the eyes.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-25 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Riddick had to give it to the creature. He sure as hell knew how to play a game and he sure as hell knew how to spout all the right things people would want to hear to make them swoon and fall at Lestat's feet. But Riddick was not a normal person.In fact he was far from it and the only thing Lestat was managing to do was piss him off even more and even throw Riddick off balance a lot. And the man had managed to even scare Riddick slightly morewhen everything in front of him became nothing more than a fire to heat the already hot night.

The brightness of the flames also caused Riddick to flinch and close his eyes catching off guard and making his eyes sensitive. It was a weakness and not one he wanted known right now. But then the creature was wrapped around him and those lips were on his and Riddick had given in for a moment,returning the kiss. then his skin and those words were whispered in his ear. And God there was something about the way Lestat spoke those words that wanted Riddick to bend and give in. But he fought it. Finally as Lestat started to go into his little rant and feeling his soft yet firm hand on the bulge of his pants that he knew would start to show signs of life if he didn't stop this now, Riddick somehow managed to regain his senses, break from the control Lestat had on him because Riddick was fighting too hard not to give in. He managed to raise a hand and wrap it around the throat of the creature and turned them quickly.It was Lestat that was being slammed against the mountain this time. Riddick growled and glared at the creature, snarling almost.

"I told ya, ya didn't know who you're fucking with. I don't want your gifts or your attentions trust me. I ain't playing nice guy anymore." His hand squeezed around the flesh of his throat as he barked out almost this time. "Now the question is should I kick your ass for messing with me or let you go and go find someone else to play your game with." But yet he wasn't letting go because there was still something about this creature that made Riddick want to give in against his will.

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lestat_00
2008-07-28 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Lestat could feel the Furyan’s will bending to his own…the kiss was being returned with an almost equal passion and…was he thrusting his hips forward? In his pheromone-induced lust, the vampire paid more attention to the hand on Riddick’s crotch than the one restraining him and soon found the tables turned on him…he was now being slammed against the mountainside.

With his body being almost as tough as the rock it was being driven into, Lestat threw back his head and laughed uproariously, “Oh Richard, you really are such a funny boy!”, he leaned forward and licked the hand that was wrapped around his throat, not even trying to escape, “You can’t choke that which doesn’t breathe”, he purred. The vampire’s free hand caressed Riddick’s chest and abs, “I could give you so much pleasure. I’ve had centuries to learn, you know…Mmmmmmm…how long has it been, Richard, since another has made love to you? How long since your body was worshipped for it’s beauty?”, his hand moved up to caress the man’s face as he looked into his eyes, “Two beings exchanging raw need…no commitment…no ties…no responsibilities…just needs filled”, his hand trailed down from Riddick’s face, over his chest and abs and stopped at the waist of his pants to linger teasingly…his fingers danced around the man’s waistband and then, with a smile, he unfastened them and slid his hand inside. “I see you are not bald everywhere, Richard”, he teased. Reaching lower, he first fondled and then grasped firmly…"I think your father must have been a minotaur! What a set you have on you...", he squeezed, "...play nice and you can keep them!".

With his other hand, Lestat grabbed hold of Riddick's arm in a steel-like grip and wrenched it away from his throat. He rolled his head around on his neck to get all the kinks out and thn looked the object of his affection in the eyes again...and smacked him...HARD...hard enough to make his nose bleed. "Now, I've been giving you all of my affection and opening my heart to you, Richard and you've been...well, just plain, rude". He ran his tongue over his full lips. "I want you to kiss me this time...unless you want me to tear off thse melon sized balls", he squeezed and yanked to make his point.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-30 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Riddick had spent enough time in Slam to not be picky when it came to bed partners by any means. Not that this was going to lead to where the creature thought, Riddick told himself. But gender was not something that played in his choosing of who he fucked. So he was human sort of. And though his mind didn't want to bend, didn't want to yield. His body might have been having other ideas. Even as Riddick had gotten the upper hand for even just a small moment, his body was still responding to Lestat's attentions.

Riddick would also never admit to anyone especially this creature that he was right. It had been a long time since Riddick had touched another or allowed another to touch him. He couldn't explain it. He kept telling himself it was because there was no time. He spent a majority of his life running, surviving so unless he was in Slam where it was a matter of self preservation more than pleasure, Riddick had not been with another. It was being shown that Lestat would not be one that was defeated easily by the means in which Riddick would normally use and he was beginning to wonder if he truly wanted to hurt the other man. To escape? And despite the fact that Riddick was supposed to be in control now, it was clear that he had done nothing but outrage the creature and well it definitely had an interesting outcome to it a very desirable affect.

A body that Riddick begged silently not to react, was doing just that as Riddck moved his soft, yet firm and very knowledgeable hand down his chest and abs. Trembles and even very subtle catches of breath were Lestat's reward for his continued effort. Riddick was beginning ot think it was very dangerous to fight this man and useless. It was made clear that Riddick was right when he felt the caressing near waistband and then heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down. Though every part of his mind was scareming to fight, to pull back, Riddick was lost within the man's words and voice. He suspected Lestat could always get what he wanted. And that in fact he always did regardless.

Riddick bit back a wince when his wrist was grabbed, the creature was most definitely powerful and strong as Riddick already knew. Then he felt the slap, the pain that went through his face and nose especially from the slap. And licked his lips just in time to taste the first trickle of blood his his lips from his nose. Added to that pain was the pain of Lestat pulling at his balls and it wasn't exactly light. However, Riddick growled, a sick, twisted type of smirk twisted on his lips. The demand would not be met so easily, despite the threat of harm.

"I didn't ask for your attentions and still not sure I want 'em.' Then he paused, narrowing his eyes at Lestat. Bringing up his free hand he managed to pull back with enough strength to bring his palm across the pale cheek of the other man. Of course Riddick wasn't stupid enough to think it would make a bit of difference. And though there was force and strength behind it, he doubted it was enough to make Lestat stop. And moving was clearly not an option to Riddick. And again he wondered if he really wanted to. Might as well have some fun with this, Riddick thought.

"Can't always get what ya want. a want it? You're gonna have to make me."

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lestat_00
2008-08-03 12:24 am UTC (link)

The vampire Lestat didn't want for sexual or emotional fullfillment...even for the short time that he'd been on this planet, he had enjoyed a night of wild,uninhibited sex with Faith, the Vampire Slayer and he had sated his thirst on the blood of the sweet young dancer, Maxxie Oliver. Add to these two major engagements the numerous minds that the vampire had read without permission...the secrets and personal information he had used for his own private entertainment, and Lestat had been feeling quite satisfied...until now...

So, having started the day in no immediate need and only realizing this desperate yearning once he inhaled this wonderful smell and laid his eyes on Riddick, Lestat knew, somewhere in his mind, exactly what was going on...however, knowing what was going on and being able to do something about it were two different things...

The man before him, Richard Riddick, was still irresistable to him, muscular, masculine and full of the life he would never again have. When the man smacked him back and issued him a challenge instead of delivering the demanded kiss, Lestat grinned and hissed, "Foolish mortal. You've seen the smallest amount of what I can do and yet you say 'make me'...and while I have your grand, sweaty balls in my hand?"

Releasing Riddick's testicles, for now, Lestat grabbed each side of the man's pants at the waist and he began to rise...higher and higher he rose into the sky, taking Riddick with him...10 stories...the vampire laughed...20 stories..."Make me?", he taunted...30 stories up into the dark early morning sky. The wind blew cooler up there and they seemed very alone with the planet so far below, Lestat's voice was cold and serious, "Playtime is over, lover. I would think very seriously before engaging in any more acts of bravado for do not doubt, I am a killer", he licked his lips, "If I should drop you...by accident, of course, and the planet would see that as murder and decide to end my life, well...c'est la vie! I have had a long existence anyway", he cocked an eyebrow and his eyes began to glow amberonce again, "Now about the passionate kiss that you want to give me, Richard...".

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-05 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Clearly, Riddick had the nack to ask for more trouble and always he got it. This time was no different. He had asked Lestat to make him and it seemed without really realizing it he had asked the man to assert more power over him. And Lestat was more than willing to do it. And do it well he did. Again his will was bending and well quite frankly even if he wanted to stop it, there wasn't much he could do to actually do so.

The creature moved his hands, and for one split second, the moment his balls were free, Riddick had planned to once more fight back. But once more the creatures ability to levitate was used against Riddick. There was honestly nothing he could do. He couldn't exactly fight back without well dying. Falling to his death. And he hadn't killed man after man, he hadn't ran for years, endured slams only to escape, to go down quite like this.

Except despite the fact the other man could clearly drop him to his death, Riddick's nature was to fight. To goad and well he did it quite nicely. Now though he did it more to piss the other man off to get more of that power used over him than anything. Clearly Riddick was not quite acting himself.

Riddick leaned in carefully, not wanting to move too much and barely pressed his lips against the other mans. Really it was just barely a trace, and a smirk as Riddick actually spoke, his lips moving against the other man's. "Make no mistake I am not easily killed. Though that could be tested at this height. But face it. You don't want to kill me no matter how hard I fight, you want to tame that which can't be tamed." He bit hard at the other man's lip before pulling back. He would eventually give in just at the moment when he was sure Lestat would probably let his hands slip to scare Ridick. Though he never felt ear not even like this.

But once more the danger of this situation was getting to Riddick's animal side. The side that loved danger and someone who embraced it or could dish it out. Almost against his will, but not quite, Riddick leaned in, his lips teased against Lestat's before giving in and crushing his lips to the creatures. This was after all what he wanted, correct?

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lestat_00
2008-08-07 12:45 pm UTC (link)

This man…this Riddick was the most damnable creature that Lestat had ever dealt with…he had earned the distinction of being even more aggravating, stubborn and bullheaded than his beloved Louis. High up in the sky with the wind playing through his hair and clothing, he felt so alive and free…he smiled when Riddick finally kissed him and spoke. People who first met this man may think him a mindless brute…a killing machine, but Lestat knew better. Being able to read minds gave one a certain perspective. Richard Riddick was no idiot…no fool. He was a clever man. Those who thought different, did so at there peril.

Lestat hissed when the man bit his lip…he liked that, “Mmmm, nice”, he sighed, releasing one hand and wrapping that arm around Riddick’s waist; the other arm free now, his hand cupped the man’s face, “You are absolutely right about one thing. I don’t want to kill you, Richard. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have survived my ‘hello’”, he ran his nails over Riddick’s powerful chest, “…but you are wrong if you think I want to tame you. Oh no, mon chere, you are much too beautiful as you are…like a jungle cat”.

Then, to the vampire’s surprise, Riddick leaned in and kissed him…not a playful peck this time…not a small kiss. This kiss was deep, passionate, savage…Lestat leaned into it and slid his tongue into the Furyan’s mouth, probing, snaking around his tongue…this kiss electrified him, warmed him. If Riddick could do this with a kiss, Lestat had to have him as a bed partner.

The hand on Riddick’s chest slowly traveled lower, fingertips tracing lightly over the man’s clearly defined six-pack abs and then down into his already opened pants. “What have we here, Richard?”, Lestat cooed, as he wrapped his hands around the shaft of Riddick’s quite ample manhood, “Aren’t we a big boy?”, he purred as he began to pump his hand up and down.

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-08 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Riddick was not at all stupid, though most people made the mistake of thinking he was. He was also not one to continue fighting a losing battle. The exotic and mystifying creature who literally held Riddick's life within his hands, by holding him up so far in the air, had truly made it seem like Riddick didn't have much of a choice. And truthfully he had to admit it wasn't too bad. Certainly if one couldn't beat them, they could join them. Sure he didn't like to admit he had been defeated in a way, but at the same time.. the reward for being defeated didn't look like it was going to be too bad.

There was something to be sad about the position. it was not one that Riddick found himself in very often. Not willingly. Being submissive, doing as he was told even if he did put up a fight. But it wasn't something he could totally be against either, right now.

Giving into the kiss, though not at all tender or sweet or one shared between two lovers, more like two animals battling to see which one come out on top. One arm moved so it could cup the back of Lestat's neck, his fingers searching out and tangling into the soft hair at the back of his neck. Their tongues battled, fought for dominance and he could admit to a very soft moan slipping out and being eaten by the kiss.

He had already accepted that his body was going to react to this man's attentions. After all, Riddick was only a man himself and wasn't one to resist tempation at least not for very long. When the kiss was broken and he felt that hand moving down his chest and abs then slipping into his undone jeans, wrapping around his heated and hard flesh, his head fell back. An almost animal like growl escaped him followed by a sharp hiss. His hips despite the awkward position and against his will almost began to move within the skilled hand pumping his manhood. The fingers in Lestat's hair pulled and not exactly gently. He had to trust the other man meant his words that eh didn't want to kill him which meant he wouldn't drop him. The other arm that had been wrapped around the other man's waist moved, his fingers deciding to do some exploring on their own.

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lestat_00
2008-08-10 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Lestat smiled into the kiss when Riddick wrapped his fingers into the vampire's hair...the big man was now beginning to return some of that primal passion that Lestat knew he was capable of. The Furyan moaned and was answered by a moan from the vampire's lips.

When Riddick's head fell back and he released and animalistic growl, Lestat growled himself, "Yes! Yes! Loose the beast within yourself, Richard...enjoy these feelings...", he squeezed the man's thick shaft and pumped harder, feeling it grow hotter and harder; he could feel Riddick's pulse throbbing through his impressive cock and it made him grow harder himself.

The vampire was high on this air...his desire was too great to do what he wanted to do while hovering in mid-air. He looked around the landscap below with his preternatural eyes and he spotted exactly what he needed...a very high mountain peak with a flat area on top and sheer drops all the way around it. He smiled...only one way off of that mountain top...me.

Descending quickly, the vampire Lestat set them down gently on the rocky mountaintop...they had an area roughly the size of a football field to themselves...it dropped off to sheer cliffs all the way around themas far down as the eye could see.

"Our love nest", Lestat announced to Riddick, throwing his arms wide. He approached the man and reached behind him to grab hold of his round muscular buttocks, "You are an exciting man, Richard", he purred, "Am I going to have to force all of my wants upon you now that we are on solid ground or are you going to get into the spirit of the game?", he slid his hands down inside Riddick's pants, kneading and caressing his very sexy ass. He slid his nose next to his reluctant lover's and spoke against his lips, "You are a frighteningly powerful man, but my powers are supernatural and ancient. I don't want to crush you or kill you, but I will have my way...", he gave Riddick a small kiss and pulled at his lower lip, "...are we on the same page, Richard?".

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-12 08:07 pm UTC (link)

He was not used to not having the upper hand but once more he could sit there, or well float there and sulk about the fact that, yes there was someone out there stronger than him in many ways or he could actually get something out of this. Plus it was hard to argue when the creature had his slender hand wrapped around his manhood and was stroking hard and fast. He had no choice but to give in.

Even as they descended he noticed the man kept him at them at a high height to keep Riddick from escaping unless he wanted to kill himself by jumping off the mountain to get away. Not very pleasing. When eh felt those hands on his ass, Riddick half growled, half moaned and actually arched into the touch before smirking.

Leaning forward, he once more bit at the creatures lip, trying to gather his brain to do something more. And instantly it kicked into gear as his hand ran down the front of Lestat’s body exploring his chest though clothed still. He figured there would be time for that later. He leaned in finding the other man’s ear.

“We’re on the same page, Lestat.. But make no mistakes about this, I won’t make it easy.” It was a husky whisper in his ear then Riddick pulled back once more smirking. “Can you handle it or is that too much work for you?”

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lestat_00
2008-08-15 10:18 pm UTC (link)

The Vampire Lestat may have been unaware of the pheromones controlling his driving desire for Richard Riddick, but even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared...Riddick was what Lestat liked to call 'a sexy beast'.

Lestat's pale skin all but glowed in the night, as he took in the words of his reluctant 'lover'. When the Furyan finished speaking, the vampire smiled and stroked his chin, "Hmmmmm", he looked the man up and down and walked away. He paced back and forth and looked over his shoulder...and then he started to laugh. Removing his shirt, he threw it to the ground and marched toward Riddick...his eyes were red now and , when he spoke, his voice sounded like that of three men, "I won't make it easy. Can you handle it or is that too much work for you?", he mocked the man. "What makes you think that you are in control of making it easy, silly mortal?", letting his fangs grow out for the first time, he snarled, "How much work would it be for me to break your back and use you as I please...and then leave you here for the carrion birds?". He cocked an eyebrow, "No work at all, I assure you".

Faster than a hummingbird's wings, Lestat was behind Riddick, grabbing an arm in a grip of steel and driving the man down to hand and knees. Holding the Furyan's arm with his right hand, the vampire hooked his left hand in the waist of the man's pants and ripped them back and away from his body. "Ahhhh, Michaelangelo never sculpted a finer ass, Richard. Bravo!".

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