<Riddick> ::Scrutinizes the young blond guy who waltzes in and takes the bar stool next to me.
Grimacing; the kid carries himself like a merc. He was too full of confidence::

<Johns> ::jumps up on the bar stool and motions to the waitress to bring him *Anything*.
Turning to look at the big guy beside him he smiles his most charming smile::

<Riddick> ::Frowns at the boy:: “What the fuck are you smiling at?”

<Johns> ::smiles again:: “Easy big guy, wasn't me that killed your dog.”
::rolls eyes and takes drink from waitress flirting with her while she takes his money::

<Riddick> ::Taking off goggles tugging out my shirt tail to clean them,
squinting in the low light. Laying the goggles on the bar::

<Johns> ::looks over at the big person to his left again and takes a startled breath
as he sees the silver eyes:: “Wow! That is cool, Shine job huh?”

<Riddick> ::growls softly, looking the kid over again, then looks away::

<Johns> “The strong silent type eh?” ::grins but drops his hand down to the gauge just in case::
“I just *Love* the strong silent types” ::lets his voice go into a unnecessary lisp::
“Buy you a drink big guy?”

<Riddick> ::Narrows eyes and studies the kid for a few seconds::
“A'ight, If your buying I want something better than this lukewarm piss I am drinking now.”

<Johns> ::Motions to the waitress and orders the best bottle of whisky they have::
“Leave the bottle darlin',  I got some serious drinking to catch up on.”
::Tosses the waitress a credit chip and flirts again as she smiles at him::

<Riddick> ::Pouring myself a shot and sitting the bottle down:: “What do you want Kid?”

<Johns> ::pours himself a shot and looks at him again::
“Nothing at all.” ::extends hand:: “I'm William Johns.”

<Riddick> ::*Just* looks at the offered hand:: “I guess someone has to be.”

<Johns> ::ignores the rude bastard and downs a shot:: “Okay, I do want something.”
::leans in and whispers conspiratorially:: “I hate drinking alone.”
::refills his shot glass and the strangers::

<Riddick> ::Stares at him hard as he leans in:: “If your buying, I am drinking.
But you could find a more entertaining drinking partner”
::looks pointedly at woman at the end of the bar::

<Johns> ::follows his eyes to the whore in the corner:: “No challenge there,
plus I like conversation with my drinking. ::chuckles softly::
“And, I wouldn’t buy a cheap slut this.” ::downs his drink and pours another::

<Riddick> ::Takes a drink and watches as the kid refills it::
“And you think you will get conversation from me?”

<Johns> ::grins:: “That’s about it. So that a shine job?”
 
<Riddick> ::Downs the shot and pours another:: Not at all, I was born this way.
My father had quick silver cum.

<Johns> ::laughs:: “What about you?”

<Riddick> ::Glances at the boy:: “Cost you more than a bottle to find out Kid.”

<Johns> ::nods:: “Did it hurt?” ::looking at his eyes::
 
<Riddick> ::Turns to face the boy, wondering what his angle is:: “I have felt worse pain.  Why? “

<Johns> ::shrugs:: “Just curious” ::smiles:: “Can you see colors?”

<Riddick> ::Looks into the kids eyes:: “I can make out some colors. I can tell your eyes are blue.
I can see the gauge at your side is black, and the shells on your belt are red. Satisfied?”
::looking away finishing my drink::

<Johns> ::pours him another drink:: “Satisfied is a relative term” ::grins::

<Riddick> ::Studies him for a long moment and downs the shot::
“Okay Kid, buy another bottle and let’s take this to a booth.”

<Johns> ::orders another bottle and follows the big man to a booth even as he is asking::
“Why a booth?”

<Riddick> ::slips into booth and watches as the blond slides in across from me::
“Because you openly flirt with me one more time I am going to bend you over the table
and give you what your asking for.”  ::Arches brow and looks at him seriously::
 
<Johns> ::smiles sweetly:: “Is that a threat or invitation?”

 <Riddick> ::growls softly at the kid as the waitress sets down a new bottle:: “It would be a lesson.”
::fills shot glass and downs it, then does it again.
Noticing the boy is still looking at me with those cow eyes::
“A very painful lesson Kid.” ::grins lewdly:: “You have no idea who your fucking with.”

<Johns> ::pours them both a shot, shaking his head a bit, as the drinking starts to get him fuzzy::
“Your right, I have no idea. What can I call you besides big guy? But I like big guy too.” ::smiles::

<Riddick> ::watches as the kid shakes off my words and the effect of the alcohol and slowly
shakes my head no in a warning::

<Johns>::smiles an acknowledgement at the warning not to press::
“I thought about getting a shine once. I guess I was scared it would hurt too much.
Probably not as much as having kept them open all these years.”
::laughs and downs the drink:: “I hate anything near my eyes. I get squicked too easy I guess.”

<Riddick> ::downs my drink and pours both of us another::
“Good to know, Later when your sucking me off, I won't try to poke it in your eye.”

<Johns> “Who said I'd be the one worried about getting something in my eyes?
You don't look armed.” ::glances over him:: “I figure with the gauge I could probably take you...”

<Riddick> ::laughs and stares the kid down until he looks away::
“You couldn't take a bath without help. Save the bravado for someone who is buying.”

<Johns> ::grins and downs his drink, really feeling the effects::
“Ok, no to the bravado. Wanna help me with the bath thing?”

<Riddick> ::Jumps up and grabs the blond slamming him into face first into the wall,
pressing one hand over his gauge and the other tightening around the slighter man’s hip bone
I whisper menacingly in his ear:: “I warned you Kid.“

<Johns>  ::chuckles::  “So that's all it takes to make you lose control?
Threaten your masculinity?  Hell...and to think...I was actually afraid of you...”
::laughs again and throws his head back against Riddick’s shoulder,
purposely exposing his neck as a sign of submission::

<Riddick> ::smiles at the kids audacity despite myself but rewards it with a sharp bite
on the blonds neck right below his ear:: “Your afraid Kid, I feel you trembling.
But that only means your smart enough to know you should be.”
::licks up the bit of blood that is running down his neck::

<Johns> ”Maybe so, Big Guy..” ::takes a deep breath and shivers at the sensation of
having his breath on his ear::  “But unless you want to be the new floor show”
::looks at the other patrons::  “maybe we should take this else where?
I mean..if we're gonna see who's got the bigger dick.. I don't really want an audience.”

<Riddick> ::tosses the kid back in the booth, taking and tucking Johns gauge into
the waistband of my pants:: “I still see half a bottle. I say we drink some more.”

<Johns> ::downs and pours more into both glasses:: “I think I may have had enough.”
::smiles and looks at Riddick sheepishly::

<Riddick> ::sips my drink and nods at Johns:: “Or not quite enough.”

<Johns> ::downs the drink and sprawls out boneless in the booth::
“I guess I should have paced myself better huh?” ::smiles softly even
as he lets his eyelids drop to half mass::
“You wouldn't take advantage of a drunk little boy would you?”

<Riddick> ::watches the kid try to act drunker than he really is,
my interest finally perks up, What is this guy’s game::
“No, I would sooner kill ya kid. ::smiles sincerely::

<Johns> ::smiles back softly and nods:: “Your eyes are amazing.
You know I can still feel your mouth on my neck. I must not be drunk enough.”
::pours another shot and downs it::

<Riddick> ::narrows eyes at the kid’s attempt to flirt again but lets it slide::
“What do you do for a living?”
 
<Johns> “You mean besides flirt with strange men in bars on weird planets far away from home?”
::shrugs::  “I track escaped convicts all over the galaxy.  Why?” 

<Riddick> ::arches brow:: “And who are you after now?”

<Johns> ::soberly:: “You Riddick.” ::smiles again:: “But, I am too drunk right now.
I will have to try to find you again later. Plus! You have my gun.” ::pouts::

<Riddick> ::growls:: I should ghost you now merc. ::I can feel my eyes widen at the pout::
“Does that ever work for you?” ::feels laughter building in my chest not quite believing the kid
would stoop to pouting like a bitch::

<Johns> ::smiles and stretches like a cat:: “Does what work?”
::said completely innocently as he leans up and pours both of them another shot::

<Riddick> ::gulps my shot thinking the kid pouts and doesn’t even know it::
“So you enjoyed your work? I mean did you while you were still alive?“

<Johns> ::smiles sadly and holds Riddick’s eyes::
“Not really, I am thinking, or *WAS* thinking of changing jobs.”

<Riddick> ::tightens lips into a line at the boy’s guilelessness:: “Why?”

<Johns> “'Cause I have wandered through this world as each moment has unfurled,
It's like I've been waiting to wake up from a dream”
::shakes head and takes another shot::
“I hate it.. I just never noticed until I got this feeling that it's later than it seems.”

<Riddick> ::tilting my head to the side and studying the Merc::
“So What? Are you suicidal Kid? It was a stupid game to play.
Or were you hoping to get me drunk? Either way, you are pretty well fucked here.”

<Johns>  Fucked? ::spits out the word with venom then sighs relaxing::
“Yes I am fucked, in more ways than one.
You see, I have done all that I could, to see the evil and the good in people without hiding.
::shakes head:: “But I have gone numb. I hear their cries, but I just can’t seem to care anymore.”
::looks down at the table:: “Maybe, Maybe I am suicidal.”
::looks back up at him:: “Does a dead man get a last request?”

<Riddick> ::I am drawn out of being mesmerized by the boy by a question,
but can’t seem to recall what the question was. It was something about a last request:: “No!”
::stated flatly, unsure if I meant no to the last request or no Johns wasn’t a dead man.::

<Johns> “You’re all heart Riddick.” ::laughs and pours them both another shot::
“To think everyone said you were a stone cold, heartless, raping, baby killing, bastard.
Boy, were they ever wrong.” ::grins sheepishly at him::

<Riddick> ::smiles then helping myself to another shot:: “Are you expecting a rise out of me?”

<Johns> ::grins impishly:: “No, if I wanted a rise”
::leans forward and rubs his palm across Riddick's crotch stroking it:: “I would have done this.”

<Riddick> ::glances down at the hand on me and back up into Johns eyes. Quickly debating with
more wary part of my brain; the kid is looking for an escape, trying to lure me into making a mistake
or trying to win favor to save his life. Pushing the warning side of my nature aside, either way
this is getting interesting:: “Why don't you slip under the table and really try to talk me out of killing you.
You are already shaking hands with the boss.”

<Johns> ::tosses down a shot and slides under the table. Stationing himself between Riddick’s thighs,
he worries the button of his pants free with his mouth and eases the zipper down with his teeth::
“umm,” ::blows warm air on the semi erect cock in front of him:: “commando eh?”

<Riddick> ::manages to hold in a startled gasp as the kid really dives under the table
and starts working on my zipper with his mouth shifting my hips to give the blond better access,
briefly wishing I could see what he was doing, I think I would like to see that mouth on me.::

<Johns> ::Slowly runs his tongue along the underside of the rapidly stiffing erection
taking the head in-between his lips and sucking it softly while working his tongue into
the little slit, to be rewarded with a drop of pre cum he cant control the loud moan the
builds in his chest at the first taste::

<Riddick> ::chewing my bottom lip to stop from moaning. This kids mouth is lethal,
I can’t stop from reaching down to stroke the side of the compelling blonds face and neck.::

<Johns> ::slides further down until he has almost all of Riddick’s cock in his mouth working his
throat muscles around the width and length Johns tongue steals out to lick at his nuts as he struggles
to take the whole thing deeper. Moaning softly as he accomplishes it, he slowly rocks on Riddick’s
hardness getting accustom to the feeling of throat being so filled.::

<Riddick> ::Lets a small moan out as the kid rocks back and forth on me.
Stroking his face and trying hard to concentrate. I can already feel the tugging in my
spine that says cumming is not an option anymore at this point::

<Johns> ::keeping a firm and insistent suction while swirling his tongue around the head on
every up stroke he falls into a rhythm encouraging Riddick to find release in his hot and willing mouth,
unable to stop the little moans that escape::

<Riddick> ::arches and spills into Johns mouth, gasping with pleasure::
“Hmmmm, I think the boss likes you.” :: my teasing tone is somewhat belied by rebellious fingers
still moving across the younger mans face and through those blond locks::

<Johns> ::slides into the seat next to Riddick and puts his arm around his neck smiling sweetly,
leaning forward to kiss him::

<Riddick> ::Ducks the kiss glaring at the boy incredulously::
“Don't even think about kissing me with that in your mouth!”

<Johns> ::swallows most of it and tries to sound like it is all gone::
“Why not? It's yours?”

<Riddick> ::arches brow and laughs again::
“It's *YOURS* Now!” ::ducks another kiss and pushes the kid away::

<Johns> ::  playfully tries for a few more attempts at kisses until he realizes
it wont happen and swallows the rest along with Riddick’s neglected shot::

<Riddick> ::sighs this boy is charming me into acting stupid,
and in a bar full of witnesses:: “Come on! We have unfinished business to attend to.”

<Johns> ::looks at him and nods sadly:: “Time to ghost me?”
::stands up and follows him  obediently::

<Riddick> ::stiffens at the words. I had forgotten the reason for that incredible display for a moment::
“Just come with me Johns.” ::Actually meaning for it to sound like a request, but it came out low and menacingly::

<Johns> ::falls in step beside Riddick and walks quietly out into the street.
Trying his best to ignore his increasingly uncomfortable erection
as his jeans torment him with every step::

<Riddick> ::glances over at Johns stiff legged walk and shakes my head in disbelief not
only that he is still hard after thinking he is on his way to die, but that he was that hard at all.
It was flattering really:: “Here.”  ::points to the dark alley ahead::

<Johns> ::nods silently and heads into the darkest part of the side road.
Turning to look at Riddick he smiles::  “I don't want to die yet Riddick.”

<Riddick> ::Arches brow and takes a moment to admire the striking blond before answering::
“When do you want to die Johns?”

<Johns> ::grins impishly:: “When I'm 106! Can we postpone this until then?”

<Riddick> ::laughs:: “That’s funny.” ::moves closer to the kid and running my fingers
through the blonde locks as part of my brain is screaming at me to kill him before he charms
me even further the boss has vetoed the idea:: “Still want to kiss me?”

<Johns> ::swallows hard and nods yes not trusting his voice::

<Riddick> ::moves down and brushes my lips across Johns softly. Holding eye contact.
As the blond leans into the kiss as it deepens. Taking the time to explore the willing mouth before
ravishing it as desire builds, stroking Johns tongue then sucking it back into my mouth to mimic
the movements this little beauty performed on my cock just minutes ago. I can taste myself,
good liquor and the earthiness of the blond. I press closer nudging a thigh
in-between the kids long lean legs::

<Johns> ::moans softly then gasps into Riddick’s mouth as he stiffens and
finds release just from the kiss. An amazing kiss, but just from the kiss. Blushing furiously
he looks down to the ground when Riddick breaks the kiss. He searches for some way
to hide his embarrassment.::

<Riddick> ::watching the kid blush I almost laugh but manage not to. Now this, this *is * flattering.
I quickly wrestle, bound, gag, and kick the part of my brain chastising me for being stupid into a closet
and lock the door, growling at it to shut up:: “Come on you blue eyed devil. You need a shower,
and I need to see if I can do that to you again.” ::I turn and walk away not bothering to see
if Johns is following.:: “You have money for a room right?”
::smiling as the lithe blonde hums a yes at my side::
 

……
DOCTOR MY EYES

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where there will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry