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<Johns> ::taking a head count when the cells are open is not only stupid, but potentially suicidal. Why am I doing this? Because no one else will of course; The guys who have been here longer just sit back and hope the inmates kill themselves off. Riddick, I check of the name, but then it hits me, this isn’t Riddick, he is bigger and much darker than the slight man laying across this bunk:: This your cell?

<Methos> ::Looking up at the guard. Well, well, what do we have here? This blond, fresh faced, blue-eyed boy was tantalizing. But he was a guard, so no doubt like the rest of the bastards here, I sit up and assume my most submissive posture:: No, Boss. I was waiting for a friend.

<Johns>  Name? ::I scan the list in my hands for likely candidates. I am sure I would remember if he had been on my regular block at any time, he must have been brought in for murder. I don’t usually work this block, too many unsavories for my taste.

<Methos> Pierce Adams ::I stand and face the boy. He is beautiful. I suddenly think meandering with mortals may not be such a bad idea.:: You new here Boss? ::I look him up and down licking my lips::

<Johns> No, not new, just new on this block ::I move inside the cell right into his personal space. Electricity is flying, and I am feeling a little dizzy. It is like I am under a spell. I know better than this but his eyes mesmerize me into leaning toward him, his face is peaceful, like he expected no less than me to be completely enthralled.

<Methos> Pulling the young man to me I crush his body next to mine. He is sweet. I lean down and devour his mouth. Plundering it until the need for air causes me to break the seal.:: You want me? ::I Sensually stroke his back with my fingertips. Pushing my hardness against his teasingly. He gasps and I feel him submit to whatever I wish.

<Johns> Yes, I want you, I want you ::I reach for him and he pushes me to the cot. His hands are quick and his mouth seems to be everywhere at once. He has my pants off and is in-between my spread thighs before I know it. His hands, mouth , and manner has totally wiped out any resistance I might have put up under these circumstances. And when he finally pushes into me, I cry out. He covers my mouth with his; sucking out any breath and free will I might still possess. I want to scream, I want to pledge undying love, I want cry but all I can do is hold onto him like he is my only hope for salvation and ride the whirlwind he has set loose in my body. I think I am begging for mercy, I try too, I know I will die if this tempest keeps up much longer. He lets me find release but in a few more strokes I am hard again and begging for more. It seems like I never really fall limp.

<Methos> ::I feel Riddick’s return but I am much to preoccupied care. This sweet boy squirming under me begging for release, his blue eyes huge with lust. I could just keep driving into this nubile body until the end of time.:: Almost done here ::I pant out, emphasis on each word with a hard thrust that has the blond sobbing for more::

<Johns> ::How long has he been pleasuring me, I cant even remember how many times I have came. I try to cling to him as he moves away.:: No please, please…

<Methos> Shhhh now, be still. We are not alone now. ::looking up at Riddick apologetically:: Let me go love. ::I peel his hands off my arms and reach for my trousers on the floor::

<Johns> ::looking at Riddick with ill concealed anger:: But I want more. ::pouts up at the man who has him begging like a two-bit whore::

<Riddick>  ::narrows his eye at the newcomer::  Then you'll have to get it somewhere else kid.  Pierce, why don't you take your new "boy toy" and go get some sleep.  Big day tomorrow.

<Johns> ::shakes himself and glares at the darker man:: Why don’t you take a fuckin’ walk before you end up in the hole? ::grasping at Pierce trying to pull him back on top of me.::

<Methos>:: I try to sooth the little hellion with coos and soft noises:: Shhh, now. This is his room. Be calm. I will finish it, somewhere else. ::glancing up at Riddick sheepishly::

<Riddick> ::stalks over to the bed and grabs the other man by his collar, bodily lifting him off the bed and away from Pierce.  He marches the man to the door and drops him in a heap before turning to gesture out the door::  Now, Pierce...you gonna go quietly or do you want the same treatment?  I really ain't got time for this.

<Methos> ::I jump up pulling my trousers on and flinging Johns clothes at him as he comes storming back into the cell:: Still yourself! ::I whisper menacingly to both the children in the room, turning to Riddick even as I drape an arm over the blonds shoulder to hold him still:: Riddick, you have nothing but time so calm down.

<Riddick> ::arches a brow::  Calm down?  You make yourself at home in my cell.  Fuck some guard in *my* bed.  And you're telling me to calm down?  ::steps closer and looks down at Pierce::  Remember what I said, Pierce.  You double cross me...and I will hunt you down and I *will* find a way to kill you.  Permanently.  Now get out.  Both of you.  ::glares at Pierce before turning to look at his rumpled, dingy bed and shakes his head in disgust.::

<Johns> ::glaring at both men now, dressing fast, I shoot Pierce a look of promise and hurry down to the guard booth to grab the tazer and the tranq gun. I should just take in the 12, but I don’t want to kill the asshole, just hurt him.

<Methos>::I smile at Riddick:: You can always try child. ::I move out of his cell and try to find Johns. That aggravating child in the cell should know better than to question authority when he is in the bottom position.::

<Riddick> ::snorts at Pierce as he leaves and moves to flip the paper-thin mattress over.  He flops down on the edge and jerks his head from side to side, a soft crack echos around him.  Then slowly he reclines back on the bunk, pillowing his head on his arms and patiently listening for the re-approach of the impertinent guard::  I'll do more than try, Pierce.  ::mumbles to himself::

<Johns> ::walking back to Riddick in full guard mode I am surprised when Adams places a hand in the center of my chest and steps in-between me and his cell. I can see Riddick in there lounging like he hasn’t a care in the world:: Move Adams ::Barked out as an order::

<Methos> ::I stop the boy from reaching Riddick. He is armed now, and much to my surprise seems dangerous. I do so enjoy the ones with spirit, but not at this cost.:: You do not have to do this. ::staring into his eyes:: Nothing has been hurt here so far but your pride ::I stare into his eyes. Searching for any opening to change this coarse of action::

<Riddick> ::hears the guard approach and Pierce's attempt at intervention.  He jumps up off the bunk and moves to stand in the doorway behind Pierce, grinning at blond::  Ohhhhhh...I'm so scared!  What's the matter?  You're boyfriend turning on you already?  Looks like you weren't as good as you thought, blondie.  Guess Adams here prefers someone a little more...aggressive.  But hey...don't worry.  I'll be sure and spread the word to the inmates about your...tastes.  ::grins and crosses his arms over his chest::

<Johns> :: So that’s it Adams is his lover. And rage, uncontrollable rage and jealously fill my throat. Slamming Adams to the floor I shoot the tazer gun at Riddick. Catching him both prongs embed right above his heart. I can hear the other guard’s double timing down to us.::

<Methos> ::On my way to floor I know I have to put a stop to this somehow I cleanly snatch out the tranquilizer gun and pump 5 shots into Riddick’s thigh. I look at him apologetically and mouth the words "I’m sorry" but it is better to stop this mess now than with blood shed.::

<Riddick>  ::howls in rage as the tazer prongs embed themselves in his chest.  He glares at Pierce and lunges, but never makes contact.  The tranq shots causes his legs to crumple and he collapses to the ground, seething with rage.::  You...bastard...::he manages to mumble before the heavy dose of drugs kick in and the world fades to black::

<Johns> As the other guards arrive I tell them he needs a week in the hole. Then quickly amend that to a week chained in the hole. Grabbing my tranq gun away from Adam’s I grab his arm and haul him down the hall leaving Riddick to the others to deal with. Is that why he was waiting on Riddick’s cot? He wanted something more aggressive.:: You Like them Aggressive Adams?  :: I plan on venting my rage on something and he will do nicely.  Dragging him into the private quarters I toss him on the floor and savagely rip his clothing off. I want to hurt him. The beautiful creature is allowing me to do whatever I want. He is not even trying to resist. Pulling off my own garments I kneel in-between his legs and lift him so I can ram my still hard cock into his ass. He bites back a cry even as I feel him tear open. Brutally I push into him lifting him off the floor with each thrust. His long fingers are clawing at the floor. I am slamming into him and beating him at the same time. I cannot seem to stop. I am cumming in his tight passage even as I wrap my hands around his neck and shut of his air. I want to control him. He will not even be allowed to breath unless I allow him too. He is too still, bluish. I have killed him. I beat him I feel his bones breaking. His nose ribs hip bone as I brutally draw him off me. He can’t be dead. I wasn’t finished with him. I stand and land savage kicks to his body. He makes a noise, he has been shocked out of his pretense of death by the nearing of a real one. I drop between his knees and take him again forcefully. His is covered in blood. His blood and screams are like a drug. I bite at him, drawing blood; my cock is covered in bright red where I ripped him open. But I want to do more damage. It is uncontrollable the desire to break him. I need to mark his perfect almost luminescent skin.:: Look at me. ::I slam back into his tight hole and twist his limp member painfully. He yelps and I am looking into amber almost brown eyes. He doesn’t look afraid. I dig my nails into his sac and squeeze hard. I want to see him afraid of me. He finally screams, begging, but it makes me twist that much harder.:: Scream for me. I like it ::I reach down and almost bite one of his nipples off his body, and his is screaming again. His blood fills my mouth. I drink it as I empty into his bowels. I am exhausted but I want him to suffer so much more. Grabbing him by his arms I slam his head into the concrete floor until a pool of red forms around him like an aura. I quickly don my garments and leave the room. 3 of my fellow guards are standing at the door no doubt waiting for a turn. I motion behind me. Your welcome to what ever is left. I am sure he is dead now and I am cold inside. The rage has been swept away to leave an iceberg in it’s wake. Sitting on the floor outside the quarters I am shocked when I hear him screaming. I know I had killed him. He should not be screaming. Someone has broken his jaw, so they could fuck his mouth. One was holding him open so one could shove his fist into my lover. He was pulling it all the way out and punching it savagely back in. How in the hell can he live through this. There is no way. When they are done, I will throw him in the cell with Riddick. Let him take the blame for his murder. What’s another one? ::Dragging the nude broken man to the hole, I open the door and kick him in with Riddick. The other 2 guards level their 12 at Riddick and I level him with a glare:: Your right, He turned on me too soon. I’m finished with the whore he is all yours. ::slamming the solid door shut and fixing the lock. I look at my hands covered with bright red blood. What have I done?::

<Methos> ::As I am tossed into the hole I feel Riddick but can not make him out in the total darkness. I was surprised how well the blond boy worked me over, and for how long. I can barely move. I am covered in blood and do not even try to move. I have died to many times for the healing to be as quick as it should. I haven’t been this close to wishing for it all to stop since Kronos.::

<Riddick>  ::turns quickly when the door is opened and another body is shoved inside.  The smell of blood is thick and heavy in the air and it sends his mind reeling.  He watches the armed guards until they slam the door closed and then begins to creep across to where he sees the body, lying in a heap on the floor.  Despite the mangled features, he can tell it's his pal Pierce and growls before planting a firm kick into the bleeding man's gut::  So they worked you over for interfering, huh Pierce?  Guess that will teach you to pick better bed fellows, won't it?  What's the matter Mr. I-am-immortal?  You just playing dead?  ::gives him another hard kick and bends down to jerk him to his feet and slam him against the wall::  Answer me you fucking coward!

<Methos> ::If I can talk I think I have forgotten the mechanics. I try to speak but my jaw is still broken:: Kill me. ::can he understand what I am saying?:: please.

<Riddick> ::slams the man against the wall and growls, delighting in the sickening slap of flesh against the walls.  His hands are sticky with the warm blood oozing from Pierce's body and he barely hears the other man's words.::  Please?  Please what, asshole?  SPEAK UP!

<Methos> ::Well I am out of the tiger’s den and into the jaguars. This has been a long day. Suck it up old man, the kid’s rage is not going to quell itself and you have faced much worse. This is a walk in the park compared to Kronos. I drop me head submitting to his anger:: Hurting me make you feel better? Then please hurt me. 

<Riddick> ::throws a punch at the man's face and smiles when he hears the bones crunch::  Hurt you?  It will be my pleasure! ::snarls before throwing the man across the room and following only to kick at him again, this time aiming for the man's head.  He throws his entire weight behind each blow, grunting with his efforts::

<Methos> ::I curl myself up in a ball trying to protect my head:: That’s it, get it all out of your system so I can get some sleep. ::I moan the words at him, I should just get him to break my neck, by the time I come back I will be healed.::

<Riddick> ::crouches over the balled up form of the man and grabs for his jaw, twisting it and lifting so that he can stare into Pierce's eyes::  I told you I'd find a way to kill you...and down here...no one will care how long it takes for me to figure that out.  Now go on...scream!  ::grips the broken bones of his jaw tightly, working them around, delighting in the crunching sounds of bone grinding against bone.  Then suddenly he grabs the man's head between both hands and snaps it quickly to the side, snapping his spine and dropping him as if he were something disgusting and repulsive.::  I'll see you in hell, Pierce.  In this life or the next.

<Methos> I awaken with a gasp as the first breath of air burns through my lungs. Thank the Gods and Goddess the child finally killed me.:: Are we finished? ::I speak quietly. I do not have the advantage here.::

<Riddick>::sits and watches his cellmate revive from death::  So you did come back?  Guess your neck isn't your weakness...looks like I'll have to find *another* way to kill you, pal.  ::he spits the last word out and glares at the other man::

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<Methos> ::I look up at his voice and sigh regretfully::  Then I am in for a * very * long night, because it can not be done. Unless you count the gypsy curse. But I think that is nonsense.

<Riddick> ::arches a brow and narrows his eyes::  You could save me some time and just *tell* me how I can kill you permanently.  Put you out of my misery.

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 <Methos>I have been burned at the stake, blown up, blown apart, drown, buried alive, cut open, all my parts cut off . I have been disemboweled and hung by my intestines. I have been impaled and crucified. And a millions of other deaths in-between. I cannot die. But I do hurt. So you can take comfort in the fact that you are hurting me. ::kneels and lowers his head waiting for the next assault::

 <Riddick>  ::shakes his head and walks over to Pierce, reaching out a hand to tangle in the mop of dark hair, now sticky and badly tangled from sweat and blood, and tilts it so he can look into those multi-colored eyes::  You got a pain fetish, pal?  Cause I somehow get the feeling that no matter what I do to you...it doesn't really affect you.  No matter what you say.

<Methos> ::looking at him incredulously:: Are you asking if I like to be beaten and raped to death? Would you? I feel pain just like anyone else. I have learned over many years of experience to accept it, but No, I never like it. ::My anger has risen and I know my eyes are flashing::

<Riddick>  ::shrugs::  So why not fight back?  I've seen you.  With those goons in my cell.  You've got quite the killer instinct, Pierce.  I'm better of course, but I don't understand how you can just take whatever someone dishes out.  Doesn't it feel so much better to give as good as you get?  ::He releases his hold on Pierce's head and stays crouched near the man, studying him and looking for a kink in his mental armor::

<Methos> I quickly assemble all the information I have been given so far. He wanted me to scream. It must arouse the animal in him. He enjoys inflicted pain or is that only after the blood lust has risen. He is narrow minded much like Duncan. I wince at the thought of Duncan and at my own shame. He can’t even see I did what I had to do to save his life. So he is mad, but he is still alive. I should kill him myself, let him wake up in a morgue and run into another of our kind. Let them take this Childs quicking and wash my hands of the whole thing. And now he wants to know why I don’t try to kill him.:: Fighting back is not always the best way to handle situations. ::I tell him dryly::

<Riddick>  ::chuckles and shakes his head, shoving the guy away before standing up and moving to the other side of the cell to sit down::  Back to the sarcasm, huh?  Whatever works I guess.  Me?  I'd rather take some of them with me if I'm going down.  Death doesn't scare me.  ::laughs as he remembers how Pierce described himself earlier::  But I guess you knew that already, didn't you?  So tell me Pierce...I figure you owe me after that stunt you pulled in my cell...how did you know I was an orphan?

<Methos> I owe you! I OWE YOU! ::Springing at him I manage to wrap my hands around his mid arms, I believe, and hiss into his ear, I hope:: I have suffered enough pain trying to save your pitiful life. I should have never got involved with a brat like you in the first place.  I should have left you chained in your cell and had my dinner!

<Riddick> ::shoves the man back, snarling::  So why didn't you?  HUH?  I didn't need your help!  Those weren't the first and they certainly won't be the last to try and get a piece of me before I get out of this fucking place!  So WHY?  And don't hand me that bullshit about needing someone to help you escape...you're hiding something Pierce.  You know it.  and I know it.  ::glares at the man through the darkness, taking full advantage of the shine job to see if the words illicit any reaction at all::

<Methos> :I sigh and wrap my arms around my legs putting my head on my knees:: Because you reminded me of someone. I have no other reason for my stupidity than that.

<Riddick>  ::watches with amusement and tries to recall the other name Pierce mentioned::  Ah yes.  You mentioned a Duncan.  Is he the guy you killed?  An old lover perhaps?  ::doesn't bother to hide the sneer in his voice::

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<Methos> ::I gaze up in his general direction and allow him to see sadness in my eyes:: Duncan was neither to me. But I do love him. ::I even manage to let a tear form and drop:: Which is why I could never have him. It’s the curse. If I ever take to my bed someone I truly love, I will become mortal.

<Riddick>  ::throws back his head and laughs loudly::  Oh Please!  Spare me the bullshit!  You don't honestly expect me to...::stops and thinks, his mind working to piece things together:: Oh I get it!  Live out your fantasy with the poor schmuck chained to the wall cause he reminds you of someone you use to have a thing for.  Forget it, pal. I'm nobody's bitch.  ::leveling his gaze and letting his tone become serious.  If the drama queen was to try a mind fuck...then let him do his worst::

<Methos> ::Laughs softly:: If I was trying to live out a fantasy I would have left you chained. Trust me on that one as well. ::looking at him honestly:: But I admit. I thought you were much to beautiful to die. I would have rather torched a library than watch those jackals tear you apart. And I do so love books.

<Riddick>  ::arches a brow::  Too beautiful to die?  Torched a library?  Man how'd you ever end up in a place like this?  You sound like one of those college professors or some shit.  ::shakes his head::  You must be really fucked in the head to see something in me worth saving.  If you're smart...and you sound like you are...forget you ever met me, Pierce.  Cause trust me, I'm well beyond saving.

<Methos> I do not judge people. I have no cause to. And whatever you think you have done that makes you beyond saving. I have done in droves. Nothing you could have done would be, how do you say, a shocker to me. Been there, done that… ::squeezes eyes shut at the memories of children dying under my blade::

<Riddick>  ::watches quietly from his place on the floor as Pierce seems to draw into himself, as if reliving some long past pain that won't end.  The tension in his body is clear and Riddick is amazed by the man's words.  How can someone who appears so civilized have done the same things he himself has done::  If you say, Pierce.  I guess that's where the Ghandi/Jack the Ripper facades come in handy, huh?  Show them one face and get in their lives, then show them the other as you watch their lives bleed away before your eyes.  Me...never was one for games much.  Unless you count hide and seek from the mercs they sent after me.

<Methos> ::Shakes his head no:: I just grew out of my angry adolescence is all. People change. You out grow the chain that binds you into reacting. You live and learn. I could give you a thousand reasons, but in the end, it all boils down to you just get sick of the killing.

<Riddick>  ::nods::  Yeah...I understand about being tired of the killing.  ::drops his voice to a lower volume, not quite a whisper::  But for me it's a line that I can't go back across.  I kill to survive.  To make sure that I can live one more day.  I ain't afraid of dying.  I'm just not ready to do it yet.  I keep thinking maybe...maybe there's more out that what I've gotten in my life, ya know?  What the hell am I saying?  You don't have a fucking clue.  ::sounding disgusted for opening up even slightly to this stranger that betrayed him::

<Methos> I understand all to well. ::laying head back on my knees:: Live, grow stronger, fight another day. And there is so much out there. You just need a chance to see it. ::closing my eyes I let memories of all the places I have been flood in my mind:: Oh what I could show you. I wish you could have seen Egypt. You would have been a God. And Bora Bora. ::sighs:: Just lovely. ::I allow myself to slip further into the good memories feeling a sense of peace.::

<Riddick>  ::is suddenly curious as to what the man has seen, the places he's been.  He stretches out on the floor and pillows his head on his arms, trying to imagine::  I can't imagine the things you've seen, ::throws a look towards Pierce:: assuming you're as old as you say you are.  You probably still remember what Earth was like, huh?

<Methos> ::stretching out to face him on my side careful not to touch him in the small seven by seven cell:: I remember when all we had was earth. I remember when if you wanted to fly you had to have been born with wings and feathers. :laughing::

<Riddick> ::laughs::  I bet you've seen a lot of amazing things besides the exploration of space.  ::pauses for a moment and looks over at Pierce::  Hey did you know the guy that discovered electricity?

<Methos> Did I know him? I taught him how to fly a kite. ::smiles at Riddick boyishly:: Okay, ::sheepishly:: I did not know him. But I did know Caesar, I knew Helen of Troy. She was not all that attractive by the way. And I was a roadie for the Rolling Stones.

<Riddick>  ::chuckles::  Caesar, huh?  And that Helen of Troy chick....she started some war, right?  ::hoping he remembers that book correctly::

<Methos> ::I reach out and pet his chest affectionately before realizing what I have done. I pull away the offending hand and glare at it properly chastising it for acting on it’s own violation.:: Yes Helen was said to have a face that launched a thousand ships to war.

<Riddick> ::inhales quickly when he feels Pierce's hand on his chest and turns to look at him::  What did you do that for?  You change your mind about using me as a Duncan substitute? ::huskily::