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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-12 21:51:00

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complete, day 15, lord vaako, richard riddick

Day Fifteen
Who: Vaako and Riddick
What: Nighttime discussions.
When: Um... in the nighttime. Day 15.
Where: Their room
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Complete

It wasn't exactly that he would say he'd been avoiding Riddick... or maybe that's precisely what he would say, actually. Since the unsettling conversation with the Ranger who spoke in riddles, and then the oddness in the library after, when he hadn't had the chance to talk to the Furyan about what he'd almost learned, he had just been spending lots of time outside his room.

Even tonight, after coming in, he'd been quiet. Not that this was all that unusual for him, really. But normally, they exchanged at least a few words. They'd become sort of comfortable, despite everything. Or so Vaako had thought. That, however, was before all sorts of weirdness had happened. Now, everything felt different. And, he couldn't for the life of him figure out if he liked it that way or not.

Strong, beautiful in his own way, Riddick was still not the type Vaako would normally find himself going for. For one thing, he'd never been unfaithful to his wife, and since they were joined, he hadn't done anything sexual with a man. For another, well, Vaako was a fairly dominant person, and tended to find those subservient to him. Riddick, well, he really wasn't. But that didn't change anything. 'His type' or not, he wanted his Lord Marshal. It was time to be very clear on that fact. Even if he never did anything about it, and he probably wouldn't, he wasn't going to lie to himself.

He'd been lying in bed, pretending to read a book, but in reality wrestling with himself, for the past couple of hours. Finally, he set the book down. With an overly-elaborate attempt at being casual, he looked over to the other bed. It was time to bite the bullet. He had some answers to get. He was going to use all his considerable skill at subtlety, but he was going to ask his questions.

"My Lord Riddick..." He began in an overly formal way, and then could have smacked himself. But he kept going, hoping the other man wouldn't hate him. "I had an... interesting conversation yesterday."

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lord_vaako
2008-09-18 10:18 am UTC (link)

He could have gone back to his bed, perhaps he should have. But then, a very strong realization came over him. All the years he'd been joined to Dame Vaako, and he'd never strayed even once. He had too much honor for that. Well, now he didn't have to avoid thinking about it, did he? He could do... whatever he wanted. Again, he smiled, and his hazel eyes sought out Riddick's silvery ones. Whatever he wanted...

A strange jolt went through his slender, well-muscled body. He frowned curiously. It didn't hurt, it just felt sort of dizzy, really. He tilted his head experimentally to the side. It didn't feel like getting sick. And anyway, Necromongers couldn't get sick. The part of them that was changed wouldn't allow it.

The glow on Riddick's chest drew his eye, and he was reaching for the print even before his hand was placed there. Looks like they'd had the same thought at the same time. Still kneeling beside the bed, he kept his hand pressed against the other man's chest. He felt warm, and he was all too aware of Riddick's muscles beneath his fingers.

"....Rick? What..." He gasped as something shook him, something was... coming for him, wasn't it? Something dark and dangerous, evil, and it wanted him. "What's going on? I didn't read anything about this in the book..."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-18 08:00 pm UTC (link)

The touch. Fuck that touch. He felt it deep down inside. His body was shaking, his heart was racing and his eyes were closed against it all. It was too much. He wasn't used to this. He could feel Vaako inside of him to the very core. Like their blood was flowing together though his very veins.

The danger.. that dread and fear was back. And it had him.. hell he couldn't explain it. He felt helpless. And all the other shit didn't help. He was feeling too much, to intense and too fast.

"Cylus.. what the ..?" He asked his voice dripping with everything going on. He felt.. lightheaded again but not in a good way this time. "This wasn't in that damn book.. something.. this.. I feel.. you" It was all he could get out

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lord_vaako
2008-09-18 08:08 pm UTC (link)

He slowly climbed up off the floor and sat down on the bed, his hand not leaving the other man's chest. Slowly, he exerted pressure on Riddick's chest, the first time he'd dared to do anything like that. The days kept passing, though, since he'd gone to be pufified last. It was wearing off, if his nightmares were anything to go by.

As he pushed Riddick down, he lay down as well. His hand stayed on the other man's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers. He could feel Riddick's heart beating. It made him smile, for some reason that he wasn't even close to sure about.

Cautiously, almost like an animal who is scared to show affection because they've been beaten one too many times, Vaako rested his head on Riddick's shoulder. He felt like he was being too forward, too daring, but after all they'd shared, surely he would be allowed too do this. Even if he wasn't, Riddick would surely make this very clear.

The man with the long, dark hair still hanging around his shoulders and back yawned softly as he lay there, waiting to see if Riddick would push him away, if he would yell at him or hurt him.

"Let's sleep, then. This is too much for me to take just now, and with this feeling that something is coming for me, I just want to rest without the dreams."

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r_b_riddick
2008-09-18 08:24 pm UTC (link)

He didn't protest. He couldn't. He was too frozen with everything that when Vaako was beside of him Riddick did something he had never done before. He moved toward Vaako, wrapped strong arms around him and pulled him close protecting him yet clinging to him as well.

" Sleep.. too much." He mumbled his eyes already closing from his weakness. Something..all of this. They would figure it out he hoped.

Just before he allowed himself to give completely into sleep, Riddick once more did something he would have never done before. He spoke openly, honestly . But sleep was taking him quickly.

"I will protect you nothing will take you.." his voice went softer as sleep took him completely. "Away from me..."

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