Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, crafty
"There's only one way to control an animal - through its wants," Dame Vaako observed, hands flitting soothingly over her husband's shoulders in a delicate massage, clearly unbothered by her companions’ state of undress, perched on the edge of the bed in a sleek, silvery confection that looked not so much a dress as a full-body glove.
"Selune," Vaako rebuked quickly, with a sidelong glance downwards, at his lap, but sprawled upon it, shoulder tucked against a thigh and his head pressed up against a knee, Riddick merely chuckled.
"That how you see me, woman?"
"How I see men," Dame Vaako corrected primly. "Some are merely more impressive... Or craftier... than others, but that does not make them more or less what they naturally are. Pared down to their basic core, all of your kind are but animals, in where your levers are.”
"If you wanted in on the fun you could have said," Riddick pointed out, if a little sleepily. After exertion, curled on Vaako's lap, he was hardly ever in the best frame of mind or moods to deal with Dame Vaako's barbed wit.
"And there it is, my Lord," Selune purred. "You do truly believe that is the root of my exposition. Men think so very often with their-"
"Council convenes within the next hour," Vaako cut in, with a clear tone of dismissal, absently stroking pleasant fingers down Riddick's naked back, carefully avoiding his spine from hard experience, "We are not yet due."
“Am I not welcome to your counsel, dear husband?” A delicate chin perched briefly on Vaako’s shoulder, painted lips curled into a playful smirk, undaunted by Riddick’s pointed stare.
“Not always,” Vaako retorted bluntly. “You said you had an important matter.”
"Watch Markus and his ilk, later," Dame Vaako advised idly, suddenly all business, "Words were had when you disposed of his brother in the coup. He is a Purifier, as you know, and will be dangerous."
"Can you talk shop later, woman?" Riddick muttered, arching a little under callused fingers. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the help, even though he knew it was not in the least altruistic, but he was fairly sure it could have waited.
"I was merely concerned, my Lord," Dame Vaako protested with artful hurt.
"Bullshit, you came here to disturb me to ask me something."
"Permission," Selune answered without losing a beat, "To borrow one of my Lord’s hounds in my soirée. Dame Markus invited a few of us for a private little ball."
"They're not lapdogs, woman," Riddick grunted, though he shrugged, digging a shoulder into Vaako’s thigh. The hand arcing down his back splayed carefully over his ribs, to his flanks, and it was difficult fighting the urge to purr. "Fine. If you can get your husband to take that muck off his hair."
"I am present, my Lord," Vaako protested, with a mock scowl.
"Could gore someone’s eyes out with that shit."
"Think of it as my last line of defense."
"I shall endeavor to make him see reason, my Lord," Dame Vaako said smoothly. “The braids?”
“The braids can stay.”
“Will the two of you-”
“The face paint, my Lord?”
“Don’t lay it on so thick.”
“Did you plan this, Lord Riddick?” Vaako asked, suspicious.
“I don’t plan. Didn’t you hear your Dame? Animals aren’t much for planning.” Riddick stretched, yawning, now satisfied. “Now do that again, but a little lower.”
[will try to get a bit more porn for the other prompts D:]