Title: I Want You To Need Me
Author: Mary (SlayerKnight2@aol.com)
I Want You To Need Me 20
He was finally able to leave. The nurses couldn't wait to get rid of him. He hadn't made any demands on them with the exception of nagging for a release from this hell hole. The redheaded nurse, Annabelle, had been more patient than most and his primary caretaker. She walked in as he was zipping up his pants.
"I'm outta here, Annie."
"So I heard." She was shutting down the monitors.
Johns put on the white T-shirt that the Company had supplied. "Must be good to get my cranky ass outta here."
Annabelle laughed. "You're not as bad as Mr. Levine across the hall who plays with himself all day long."
He put on the black jacket over the shirt. He'd been freezing since he'd left the planet. It was as if the chilling rain had never left his skin. "See ya later, Annie. I'll be back tomorrow for the check up."
The redhead nodded. "You make sure. The doc didn't want you gone so early but you insisted. If you don't show up, we'll admit you back in again."
"Uh, has that guy been around here?" John asked.
"Your friend? I've seen him a couple of times. He just lurks out in the hallway. I asked him if he wanted to go in but he refused. Odd fellow."
Her comment had a mixed effect. On the one hand, he was glad Riddick had come by but why hadn't he come in? The killer had been distant since the ship.
'You said I had demons to fight...Not with you.' Johns winced as he remembered the conversation. There was a huge rift between them and neither knew how to get around it. Whenever they were near each other, familiar anger took over.
Johns walked down the corridors to where Annabelle said his quarters were. He smiled at Jack who went into her room a couple doors down. He figured that the Company had grouped together all of the survivors together to keep track of them and give them a false sense of security.
He pressed in the six-digit code and the door slid open. The room was dark. Johns could only see as far as the light from the hallway shot in. It illuminated the edge of a bed in the corner of the room and the door that led to the bathroom. He walked through and the door slid shut.
Suddenly a hand shot out from behind him and touched his arm. Johns jumped and rushed at the intruder. He caught the person off-guard and they slammed into the wall by the door. He felt hands place a steel grip on his forearms.
"Johns." The deep, familiar voice growled the word.
The mercenary was breathing hard from the adrenaline rush. A heedy mix of arousal and dizziness coursed through him. He leaned against the other man, feeling the hard muscles flex under his touch as he ran his hands over them.
There was a pause. He could almost hear Riddick thinking, calculating what the hell he thought Johns was doing. "Lights?"
The blonde man shook his head, leaning in closer to the other man. His lips brushed lightly over Riddick's. "Spent so much time with you I like the darkness. It's easy to hide in the shadows. "
As he eyes adjusted he saw Riddick frown. Before the killer could say anything, Johns kissed him roughly. Riddick tightened his hold on Johns but tried to slow him down. He kept kissing him though, ignoring the calming gestures that the other man offered. His hands were rough, almost violent, as they traveled over the hard body beneath him. Riddick allowed it, his touch still light.
Johns kissed his neck, nipping at the jugular. He dropped to his knees and pushed the dark wife-beater up to lick and bite at the flat stomach as his other hand undid the buttons on the pants. Riddick jumped and cautious hands rested on his shoulders. He pulled the pants down and licked the tip of his cock. He felt Riddick jump again. The other man had no idea what Johns was going to do and hated not having control.
Johns leaned in and deep-throated him. He heard Riddick groan and drop his head back against the wall. The surrender was electrifying for both of them.
After a while, Johns felt the hands on his shoulders tighten and the groans above him come more quickly. He ignored the warning and heard Riddick growl deep in his throat as he came. He swallowed, never missing a drop. One of the talents Max had made sure he mastered.
Johns stood up, a chilling feeling settled over him. The whole thing had been a dizzying experience, almost out-of-body. He wondered if he was truly crazy.
Now, he felt even more alone than before and the coldness hadn't left. He watched Riddick for a moment. He watched as the serial killer hesitantly leaned in to kiss him but Johns moved away.
"Leave." And the merc walked to the bathroom and shut the door.
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