A Lot Of Nabbing
 

Liam Played by Mi
Johns played by CC
Riddick played by Riddick

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::sitting at the bar meticulously peeling a label off the bottle he is not paying attention to anything but getting the label off in one piece.::
::sits almost unnaturally still in his semi darkened corner, occasionally narrowing his eyes at the young man sitting at the bar. A delighted grin curves his lips when the flare of a match nearby illuminates the face well enough so that he can make out the face. His eyes instantly scan for exits and he decides to make his approach, sliding the chair back with a creaking groan of wood on wood. One hand rests in a loose fist near the ever present heavy metal manacles as he leans on the bar to the blonde's left, tapping the man on the shoulder:: So what did the label do to you?
::looks up and smiles at the man:: It was taunting me. It said neener neener neener, you can't get me off.. ::said sing song before he laughs:: I have to prove it wrong. I just can't abide sassy labels.:: shakes some curls off his face and goes back to peeling::
::smirks at the boys oblivious dismissal of the threat he poses and takes a seat, ordering his own before throwing a look at the man seated next to him:: You want to try your luck with another one? Maybe the next one won't be such a smart ass and tease you like that? ::flicking his eyes towards the bottle and then back up to lock on the youthful face:: I'm buying.
Liam: Oh hey! Where are my manners? ::looks sheepishly at him:: Let me buy the first round. ::fishes out money and pays the bartender for the strangers and his next beer:: lately the lights have been on, but no one is home ya know. ::smiles at him:: Okay, that's a lie, it has always been that way.
::laughs and accepts the beer, letting his eyes roam over the boy:: Oh I dunno, you at least remembered before I pulled out *my* money. Better late than never, right? ::takes a drink from the icy bottle before extending his hand:: William Johns, nice to meet you.
::takes his hand and shakes it, smiling warmly at the man:: Pleasure to meet you Mr. Johns. I'm Liam. ::looks up as the bartender sets down a huge plate of buffalo wings, and says a thank you, before pushing the plate between him and William:: Hungry? These things are good. ::grins:: messy but good. I'm a sucker for finger foods. ::takes a wing and nibbles on it:: A little warm, makes my lips tingle.
::lets a small smile play on his lips, eyes sparkling as he watches Liam begin to eat, letting his gaze linger on the fingers and mouth and they work in tandem to remove all edible bits of food and sauce from fingers and lips. Unconsciously his own tongue sneaks out, mimicking Liam:: Tingle, huh? I think I'll have to agree with you there but I'll pass. ::takes another drink:: I'm not as tolerant of that simulated stuff as I used to be.
Liam:::smiles and licks his fingers clean before taking up another wing:: What's your favorite food? I mean we all have a vice when it comes to food. I guess mine is spicy stuff. Oh, you know what I miss? I miss real ice cream, made with real milk. ::sighs:: Not that I have ever had any, but it sounds nice. ::grins::
:::shakes his head and the refreshing innocence of Liam and has to remind himself that despite appearances the boy is a murderer, a criminal and that this is probably a well crafted facade. The competitor in Johns was curious to see who could win at this little mind game they were playing and feinged thoughfullness on the pretense of keeping up his own smokescreen. The boy didn't appear to know him and it would be so much easier if Johns managed to lure the boy away, making it easier to capture his prey.:: I suppose I miss real fruit. ::smiles:: I've never tasted anything but a simulated peach, but I've heard that if you caught them when they were ripe, the sweetness was unbelievable and the juice would fill your mouth with the first bite. ::sounding wistful::
::smiles and looks dreamily for a moment:: I have never tasted one either, but that sounds nice.:: putting down the bones of the wing he was just nibbling on and licking at his fingers before picking up the paper towel to wipe his hands:: I wonder what it tastes like, a real one I mean. ::dropping a napkin between them he reaches down to grab it falling slightly off balance he grabs Johns thigh to steady himself, leaning further down he retrieves it from in between Johns feet, sitting back up he sees the gauge at his side and the manacles. A look of confusion flashes across his face to be replaced by a look of capitulation. Before he smiles at him.:: Sorry about that, Lucky for me your thigh caught me before I fell head first into the concrete. ::laughing softly::
::tenses when the blonde nearly falls and expells a held breath, sighing audibly at the obvious understanding in Liam's eyes:: You're right. It's a good thing *I* caught you. ::finishes the beer and sits the empty bottle on the bar:: You done or you wanna finish your last meal? If you don't try to run, I can be persuaded to be patient and let you finish it up.
::sighs and closes his eyes licking at his lips before looking at Johns again:: I suddenly lost my appetite, but can I finish the beer? I'm not gonna give you any trouble, really. I will do exactly as I'm told. ::smiles pretty:: but I would really rather not me be stone cold sober for this. ::chews on his bottom lip and looks up at him hopefully::
::looks hurt and frowns:: What do you think I'm gonna do, kid? Bash you over the head until you submit? I think I'm offended! ::smiles a bit and softens his tone but maintaining the air of control:: Of course you can finish the beer. I'm just doing a job, I'm not the monster you might think I am, okay? ::nods towards the bottle:: Drink up and peel your label, Liam. I'm in no rush to throw the chains on you.
::blinks at him for a second then quickly says:: Oh man, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I'm sorry. I don't think that.. I mean.. ::searches for the right words but can't find them:: I mean I know it's nothing personal. Your just doing your job. ::gives him a reassuring smile:: Want another one? ::picks up his beer and takes a long drink::
::Walks up behind Johns stealthily and liberates him from his gauge.:: Don't fool yourself Kid, it don't get much more personal. ::sticking the gun covertly in Johns' back:: Johns, long time, I been missing you, but I bet I don't miss this time.. ::laughs and flips the safety off the weapon:: What are you so into that you didn't see me walk up on you? ::eyes the boy sitting next to him:: Well then, he is a tempting piece isn't he. ::smirks:: I recall you being a better Merc than to let your dick get you caught off guard.
Son of ::cursed softly:: You know we gotta stop meeting like this, Riddick. People are gonna start to think you've got a thing for me. ::winces slightly as the gauge presses into his spine and avoids looking at the kid:: So what's it gonna be, huh? Blast a hole in me right here and decorate the bar with my blood? I'd think you'd want to bottle it and save it for later. ::hissing out the words but not turning to face the man behind him::
::looks from one to the other in confusion but remains quiet.::
You ::looks at the boy:: Run along little man. It's your lucky day. ::nudges Johns with the gauge:: I do have a thing for you billy bad ass. ::growled:: Now, why don't we find some place less crowded to *talk*.
::nods and slowly backs away from the bar, hands clenched tightly at his sides and mumbling as he heads towards the door:: Yeah, yeah but something tells me it's gonna be kinda hard to talk with my throat ripped out, the guage shoved down my throat and one of your shivs in my god damn back. ::sighs again and pauses at the door:: Where are we going?
Wait, ::jumps off the bar stool and grabs the big man arm:: What are you gonna do? I mean.. ::bounces nervously:: Your not gonna hurt him? Because.. ::said softly:: I can't let you kill him or anything.
::looks at the kid incredulously :: What? ::growled menacingly:: What did you just say to me? ::grabbing the kid by the scruff of the neck and moving them all out of the bar and down a dark alley, shoving the both away so he can watch them better and not have them close enough to strike::
::groans and glares first at Riddick and then Liam, jerking at his vest to straighten the garment and pull his thoughts together::Ah fuck, kid! ::rolling his eyes:: Damn and I thought the wide eyed shit was a fucking act. ::shakes his head:: Shoulda just kept your mouth shut and walked away. ::sighs heavily and crosses his arms over his chest in a protective manner, watching Riddick carefully:: Okay, hotshot. What now? Slice up the kid to make me suffer? What? ::sneers slightly:: Ya know you're not gonna get away with this. You just keep racking up charges and upping the price. Pretty soon it'll be high enough that others'll be working together to bag your ass and split the profit. And then what? You might act like the boogeyman, but you're still a man and you *can* die. ::steeling his icy blue eyes with hate::
Liam:::chews lip nervously and watches the two men, even as he is wondering what compelled him to jump off the bar stool.::
::tilts his head and studies them both for a moment:: That would make you suffer? How interesting. ::nods head:: Lead the way, we are going to that star jumper you're using now. If I even think, that either of you are trying anything stupid, I * will * kill you. ::smiles:: painfully. Let's go. Oh and Johns, talk to me that way again, and I will cut your tongue out and feed it to your boyfriend here. That's not a threat. That's a promise.
::groans and stomps in the direction of his ship, not bothering to see if anyone is following or not. Leave it to Riddick to sneak up, get the drop on him, kidnap him in front of dozens of witnesses and *then* make him use his own ship and fuel to get the convict a safe distance away. God he hated mondays. Another growl of frustration and he made a left, easily picking his way through the less travelled alleys with ease.:: Great...::mumbled to himself:: at least then he wouldn't have to worry about my agonizing screams offending his ears. Man I hope I come back as a dog in my next life. It would be a step up from this piece of shit existence. ::pauses and turns around to call back to Riddick:: You do realize with out turning in *somebody* this quarter, the company isn't gonna cover for fuel? Hope you robbed a bank before you decided you just had to come after me and fuck up my life!
::grabs Johns Arm:: Will you stop! I don't think he was kidding about killing you. ::whispered:: Please, I don't really want to die either. ::pleads with him:: The more you piss him off the worse my chances are here.
::smiles and walks up to the two of them. Shaking his head in amusement slightly before cracking Johns in the side of the head with the butt of the gauge. Making the kid put the restraints on Johns while he is down. They wait for him to come around watching his still form lying on the street hands cuffed behind his back::
::groans in pain with the return to reality and struggles to sit up, casting a dark look to Riddick:: Point taken, alright. The ship's another hundred yards that way. ::nodding his head forward:: Can the kid help me up or am I to be dragged? ::keeping his voice neutral::
::Not waiting for Riddick to say yes he helps Johns to his feet and offers him help walking:: Are you okay? ::said softly as he helps him walk to the ship::
::stays silent until they are inside the ship, turning just a low light on he removes his goggles:: Now what were you saying Johns? You don't have fuel? ::pushes a few buttons on the consol keeping a eye on both of them::
::settles awkwardly on the edge of a seat and hangs his head, wincing at the throbbing in his temple:: Not to be a smartass but basically, no. I've been camped out on this rock for almost five weeks looking for an easy collar that would bring in enough cash to get me enough fuel to make it to a more "profitable" location. ::rolls his head, pulling at his straining neck and shoulder muscles to try and ease some tension:: I didn't even realize you were lurking around.
  So that's what the kid was? Fuel? ::turns to the boy:: What did you do to have the blue eyed devil on you kid? Not that I think he had any intention of taking you in quickly. ::smirks at Johns:: What were you thinking Johns? Your own little sex slave, until you needed the money bad enough? Or until you got too high to care about the sex and turned him in
::sighs and swallows, meeting Riddick's gaze tiredly:: None of the above. He bought me a beer. End of discussion. Kinda stupid when you think about it, the kid stuck his neck out for some asshole he knew for 10 minutes. Makes me wonder how he's still alive. Being that damn naive I'd have thought the vultures on this planet would have eaten him for breakfast already.
::frowns at Riddick:: Your kind of a pervert aren't you. ::fidgets when he realizes that may have been the wrong thing to say:: umm, I was just in a ally when this guy shot this other guy. I was just taking a short cut home, ya know. Anyway, I got scared and ran, a cop caught me leaving the scene of the crime. But I didn't shoot nobody.. really, I have never even held a gun before. ::looks at both men, almost pleading with his eyes for them to believe him::
   ::guffaws:: You know what, I believe that, and I don't believe much. You just got shit for luck and brains don't you? How did you escape? Do you believe him Johns? ::tilts head and arches a brow at him::
::closes his eyes and stares at the floor:: I'm not some caped crusader sent to fix up everyone who got a raw deal. The books say he did it. He escaped. I get paid for taking him back. ::looks up at Riddick, his expression hard and angry:: Believe what ever sordid story your brain feeds you, but the kid wasn't on my agenda until he made me. It was kinda like us, Riddick. Just one big mind fuck. See who can screw the other one over first. Looks like you win.
  I jumped bail, My lawyer called and said they found me guilty, and I just ran, I don't want to go to jail for something I didn't do. I still don't. ::last part said quietly:: But I am so tired of running. ::looks Johns over:: Can I get him a cloth or something for his head? ::turn gaze back to Riddick::
  Yeah, go ahead, keep your hands where I can see them. Hmmm, Well, I can help you stop running. ::grins ferally and watches the kid out of the corner of his eye:: Why so angry Johns? I just happened to see you the other day as well, talk about fates conspiring. ::smiles:: Your just being a sore loser.
::frowns and looks up at Riddick, cutting his eyes briefly towards Liam:: Ya know, if I thought you'd go on and kill me, I'd probably be asking why some big tough guy like you would even care about helping some kid you think is innocent. ::gives a short laugh and shakes his head:: But then I suppose my mental pictures of why you want him are just as bad as yours of me. ::shrugs awkwardly and shakes his head:: Then again, maybe you just want to see if you can make a protege huh? I can tell you right now, Riddick. That kid'll crack in a heartbeat. He's not like us. He's still human. ::quietly::
:: tries his best to ignore the banter between the two men as he fishes out a cloth and wets it before cleaning up a small amount of blood on John's head pressing the cool rag there for a few seconds before moving away and laying it down:: What about a pain killer or something, it has to hurt. There is a med kit over there. ::regards Riddick calmly::
  go ahead. ::motions with his head to the med kit.:: I bet some morphine would hit the spot eh Johns? Want to load up a red shell? I don't give a fuck if he is innocent or guilty, except that it is amusing. And I can help him stop running by gutting him. Well, I guess I do care enough to kill him. ::smiles::
::flinches and jerks away from the sting when Liam presses the cloth to his head, shooting the blonde a small smile of gratitude and apology before regarding Riddick coolly:: You're so generous, Riddick. And here I thought you'd enjoy watching me shake and whimper through withdrawal. What a guy. ::dryly::
::leans against the wall of the ship casually:: Take off shackles kid. Let him hype himself up. You do what you got to Johns. ::smiles:: I'm not interested in seeing you in withdrawals. ::waits for the kid to remove the cuffs and motions:: Come over here boy. ::points to a place a few feet in front of him::
::does as he is told, patting Johns on the arm before hesitantly walks towards Riddick::
::gives a quick smile of thanks to Liam but watches Riddick carefully with narrowed eyes as he rolls his shoulders and forces the complaining muscles in his back to shut up.:: It's in that compartment, over your head, Riddick. Figured you wouldn't want me going for it. ::extends his hand for the box to be given to him::
::looks the boy up and down:: Strip. ::said sternly:: What's your name boy?
::laughs harshly:: Fuck you! Kill me, because I aint stripping for you. Liam. My names Liam, but I aint about to strip. Kill me, I don't give a fuck. That's not happing.
   Okay Liam, strip or I shoot Johns' kneecap off, and every second it takes you to make up your mind whether you want him to suffer I shoot something else. ::stoically::
::sighs and shakes his head, rubbing his chaffed wrists and throwing a look to Liam:: Look at it this way, kid. If you hold out long enough, I might get lucky and die.
::turns and looks at Johns even as Riddick takes aim for his knee:: Oh that's not fair. ::sighs and looks down:: All right, all right, don't shoot him. ::jerks his shirt over his head angrily kicking off his boots and socks he drops his jeans and glares at Riddick::
::chuckles:: You are just full of attitude aren't you? ::steps to the side:: Open the compartment up there and hand me the box of shells. Waits for the boy to comply before taking a red one out and the hype and handing to Liam:: There take this to Johns over there.
::stomps naked and still angrily over to Johns pushing the shell and needle into his hands:: Here. ::said softly through gritted teeth as he fights a blush::
::accepts them without a look up and immediately begins working to retrieve the small cartridge of the drug and slip it into the waiting syringe. A cleansing breath and glimpse of Riddick before he leans his head back, forcing his eye to focus away and using a skill born of habit to inject himself directly in the tear duct. With a squint of his eyes and a groan he withdraws the needle, collapsing weakly back against his seat, hand dropping slowly into his lap:: Well...that oughta...keep those nerve endings happy for a few hours. ::sounding slightly shaky::
::frowns as he watches him shoot up:: You're a junkie? ::swallows and looks away keeping his hands by his sides staring at the floor::
::watches the boy and shakes his head in amusement:: What did you think he was one of the good guys? Charmed you right into thinking he wasn't just another junkie looking to make a profit off your hide? ::laughs softly:: It's all about games for him Kid, don't feel bad, I have even fell for it a time or two.
  ::forces a harsh laugh and rolls his head in Riddick's direction, grinning evilly:: Yeah, kid. And ask him who I've got to thank for this little addiction. ::narrows his eyes and frowns:: He couldn't just kill me. No, he had to *miss* and leave me like this. A real prince among men our Riddick. ::looks at Liam with a softer expression:: Maybe now you're getting what I meant about you being so damned innocent. If you haven't seen worse than me, you better pray to all that's holy that he kills you, because even I'm not the worst you'll find if you keep running.
::looks at Johns for a few long seconds before dropping to his knees beside him and reaching up patting his arm reassuringly and smiles:: I wasn't judging you. I just felt bad for you. That you hurt so much that you have to take it. That's all. Really. ::trys to let him see the truth of the words in his eyes.::
::stands up straight and watches them both carefully:: How interesting. Looks like true love to me. :: sarcastically:: Hey Johns, where's the bunk on this vessel? ::leaning over and grabbing a long loop of white nylon rope::
  ::tears his eyes away from Liam long enough for the understanding smile to fade so he can look at Riddick and glare suspiciously:: Back of the ship. Left side. Why?
::Ignores Johns' question:: Lead the way. You follow him kid. ::levels weapon on them:: Lets go. ::steps closer menacingly:: Sometime this century.
::stands up and helps Johns to stand up standing close offering to help support him walking::
::sways and grips Liam's shoulder for support before stumbling his way to the mentioned door and sliding it open, stepping inside and swallowing at the wave of nausea that threatens for the pounding headache still unabated by the drugs he can feel numbing his body:: Where do you want me? ::pauses and looks up at Riddick:: Other than dead in a million pieces where you can stomp on me...
::motions to the bunk:: Strip first. Then Liam, tie Johns arm tightly, thread the rope under the bunk to tie the other side. Give him just enough slack that he can touch his sides. Then do the same with his feet, only them spread eagle ::throws the rope at the kid::
::frowns:: what are you going to do? No I'm not gonna tie him up, fuck you, your not going to do what ever you are thinking about. ::spat out furiously::
  ::wavers on his feet again and collapses against his will onto the bed, uncertain if the drugs combined with the head injury are going to rob Riddick of the pleasure of killing him. With a smile tugging his lips, he struggles with his boots and socks, letting the fall with consecutive thuds before jerking his vest and shirt off and laying back:: Kid, don't fight with him, he just gets off on it. At this point he could tie me up like a pretzle and I wouldn't care just help me get these off.. ::loosening the pants and shoving them down as far as he can without sitting up, closing his eyes as the room spins and tilts::
I was thinking about getting you both tied up so I could catch about a hours sleep and not have to kill you both, but have it your way. ::thumb cocks the gauge and points it at Johns head. Sighs and shakes his head no:: Just do what I said kid, I promise I won't hurt him while he is tied up okay?
  You promise? ::studies him closely before moving over to Johns helping him get comfortable before tying him up once finished he sits beside him gently moving the hair off his forehead:: He doesn't look so good. I think he is hurt bad.
  ::laughs and blinks up at Liam and Riddick:: Bad but not bad enough. It's a concussion and it'll go away... ::focuses on the fuzzy image of Riddick more intently:: So you'll still get the pleasure of torturing me before you kill me. Now let's get this show over with so I can pass out. ::closes his eyes again and tries to push the pain away::
::sighs loudly like he is really being put upon and sits next to Johns on the bed, checking his head for the lump, that has started rising, then tilting his head so he can see his pupils:: He is high, he will feel better in a few minutes. ::growled softly:: there is a lump there, so it's not a concussion. ::rolls eyes slightly and grumbles:: Like I don't know how to hit a person and not kill them. FUCK! Now I am whining like the both of you. Jesus! I hope this shit is temporary.
::shys away from the big crazy man ranting:: It'll be okay.
Riddick? ::sounding none to thrilled:: What do you want him to do? Spit it out and let's move on with life, shall we? ::winces and stares up at the ceiling:: I said I'd live now get on with. Tie him up, burn the clothes and make tracks...
::frowns at Johns:: Are you telling me what to do? Because I swear it sounded like you were giving me a order. ::turns emotionless eyes and face towards the kid staring at him intently::
::fidgets nervously under the his gaze until he cant take it anymore:: What? What! I am waiting for you to tell me what to do now.
  ::shrugs and stares intently at Riddick as his head finally begins to numb and fights to contain a smile threatening to split his face. Gruffly he clears his throat and moves his arms slightly, illustrating the point that he's immobile.:: I'm not going anywhere, Riddick. Trust me.
::grabs the boy dragging him on top of Johns and flipping around behind him, shiv to his throat He presses slightly and lays the boy across Johns body face to face. Arranging the boy's limbs on top of the merc in the same position. :: What did you say about torturing you in the alley? Cutting him to pieces?
::starts to fight back until the shiv is pressed hard against him:: Don't cut me man, come on, I'm sorry, what ever I did to piss you off, just don't hurt me.
  ::looks past Liam's frightened face to Riddick, willing dragging his brain back under control for a moment:: Alright, Riddick, you've scared the shit out of him. I don't know what else we can do other than submit and even that seems to be pissing you off, so tell me what you want? You want me to admit I don't want you to kill him? You want me to admit I'm scared? That you're in control? You're the boss. Fine. But I can't do that, *we* can't do that if you don't spell it out.
::smiles at Johns:: You just never stop do you. You are still telling me what to do. ::chuckles huskily tosses the gauge away and uses his free hand to grope the boys ass:: You didn't piss me off, he did, but I promised not to hurt him so, looks like you pay the price for his smart mouth.
::Stiffens and swallows hard:: come on, don't do this. Really, I'm not any good, you will just be disappointed it.. Really I am a dead lay, you would have more fun with a hole in the mattress.
  ::looks confused for a moment when the boy tenses and then shifts to see what Riddick is doing. As his stomach lurches in sympathy, he schools his features and looks back up to Riddick:: Fine. I'll just shut up and lay here.
::laughs at Liam's trying to talk him down and forces his hand between the boys abs and Johns':: Okay Johns you just lay there and shut up. ::pulls the kid on his hands and knees over Johns and grasps his still soft cock and rubs it against the Merc's slowly::
::blinks at Johns and gets a look of sheer terror on his face before squeezing his eyes shut:: Oh man, oh man! I know I am going to embarrass myself.. please don’t let me get hard.. ::whimpers:: Okay I am thinking cold water, I am thinking ice, thinking nuns, thinking priests, thinking about that 800 pound woman in the freak show with the beard.. thinking of.. ::swallows hard:: thinking of.. a 800 pound wrinkly old priest with a beard sitting on a block of ice getting nun.. ::moans softly:: oh shit..
  ::makes a face and half shrugs:: I'd say think of pink elephants but that probably wouldn't help the situation much.
::leans forward and whispers huskily in Liam's ear:: Think about how soft that feels, how hot.. how good.
::swallows:: yeah hot soft pink elephants good.. I mean not good.. No, I don't want to think of hot pink soft good elephants. ::opens his eyes and looks at Johns:: what are you thinking about?
::bites his lower lip and grins, flushing slightly at the stimulation, the drugs and the intense eyes, staring at him. Both Riddick's and Liam's gaze seem to pin him to the mattress even more than the bodies and ropes:: Thinking...hmmm...kinda hard to do with the blood rushing from my brain but uh...::grins wider:: I guess I'm thinking about you...and ripe peaches....and melted ice cream... ::laughs:: But then again I am flying from the spike...
Come on Johns, you know you want him. You can be buried inside him, in that hot, tight ass, having him ride you. He is trying so hard not to like it now. You know you want him. ::whispered over Liam's shoulder :: You want him? Tell me and I will have you inside him in a second.
::bites his lower lip and stares at Johns::
: ::looks back and forth between the two men:: You two are making it difficult for me to just lay here and be quiet. ::focuses on Riddick:: Never took you for a voyeur, Riddick. Color me surprised. But I don't want what's not offered and that isn't yours to offer.
::laughs softly:: Bull shit Johns. ::grasping Johns cock in a firm hold he pushes Liam forward so the crown of the Merc's erection is nestled in-between the cheeks of the younger blondes heart shaped ass pushing enticingly at the entrance to the hot, tight passage as he strokes Johns slowly::
::grips Johns shoulders and drops his head rubbing his face against his shoulder and neck::
  ::frowns and winces, swallowing a lump in his throat and turning to whisper into Liam's ear:: I'm sorry, Liam. I don't think anything I say is gonna make him stop. I..::swallows again at the waver in his voice and the flip flop of his stomach:: I am...just so sorry.
::moans softly:: It's okay.. ::turns face to look at Johns:: Will it.. hurt? I mean really hurt, I'm not a wimp or anything.. I'm just.. :: whispered back::
  ::sighs softly and nods:: Yeah it probably will. ::whispers:: But just try to relax. Concentrate on not tensing up... ::licks his lips to plant a soft kiss on the curve of neck closest to his mouth and suckle lightly:: It'll be okay. ::smiles slightly and closes his eyes, kissing along the side of Liam's face, neck and shoulder:: Just try to think about something that feels good and focus on that. It'll help you relax, okay? ::opens his eyes to glare at Riddick before resuming his attention to Liam::
::freezes and growls softly:: Well fuck me! ::said softly the barked:: Well FUCK ME! ::backs off the bed and paces around a few steps before glaring at both of them:: Just my fucking luck. ::reaches down and grabs the weapon tucking it in the waistband of his pants:: Untie him, I will be right back. Stomps quickly from the room and is back just a quickly with the manacles:: here. ::tosses the cuffs at them:: one on your wrist ::said to Liam:: threaded through the steel frame of the headboard of the bunk. The other on your wrist Johns. Don’t bullshit get it locked tight. ::growled:: I should have killed you both in the alley. ::mumbled::
::quickly unties Johns but doesn't beat Riddick back. He huddles up on the bunk near Johns when he is done with the ropes and flinches when Riddick throws the shackles at him:: I'm sorry, calm down, what did I do wrong? ::whimpered as he closes the handcuff on his wrist::
::offers his wrist to Liam and watches Riddick cautiously, shaking his head and using his free hand to place a finger on Liam's mouth, requesting silence:: Shhh...don't. Just do what he says. ::positioning himself defensively between Riddick and the other blonde.::
::growls:: I have done a lot of things in my life, but killing children and raping virgins isn't one of them. ::jerks head to the side cracking his neck:: I, ::looks at Johns in disbelief as he takes a defensive posture:: I , I, I should just fuck you but the brat made me promise. ::storms back out of the room muttering about killing them both::
::blinks and hides behind William cowering until Riddick stomps out:: God, he is mad isn't he. Is he going to kill us?
  ::stretches out on his side, giving Liam an uncertain look and shrugging:: I don't know. I never expected him to stop a few minutes ago but for whatever reason he changed his mind. I'm guessing that means we got a reprieve, at least for the night. ::smiles:: Get comfortable and try to sleep. Who knows what his mind will come up with later.
::frowns and lays beside Johns closely trying to keep warm. Chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully:: I am thinking he is more bark than bite. I mean, he keeps his promise. ::shrugs:: Why does he want to hurt you though? He never really hurt me, well except to scare me, most of the time he just seemed to be having fun.
  ::pauses for a moment to tug and the blanket on the bed, wiggling it down carefully before drawing it back up over their bodies and pulling the blonde close to help ease the chill in his skin. After long moments he just sighs and shakes his head:: Riddick is dangerous, don't make the mistake of thinking he's not. He can kill you in ways you never imagined and can keep you alive for days while he tortures you. ::tilts Liam's head up and stares at him:: Don't trust him. He and I have some history between us, namely the fact that I've caught him twice and dragged him back to slam kicking and screaming. Once before he shived me, once after. Needless to say he hates being caged and will do whatever it takes to stay free. The last time, maybe it was because I wanted revenge. I wanted to see him humilated. ::shrugs:: I taunted him. He can respect someone that bests him but I hit on something a bit close to home and I guess now....well, now I have to pay for that.
::cuddles in closely and listens to him:: I don't think he wants to kill you though. It's like yall are playing some demented game and it is all about who wins this round. ::drops his head to rest on Johns shoulder and neck:: maybe if you said you were sorry for whatever you said..
::laughs bitterly:: Sorry huh? Kid, you really do believe in fairy tales don't you? But you're right about one thing. It is all just a game. I swear sometimes I think he's hunting me instead of the other way around. Like he's found a playmate but the rules are only his and he can change them at any time. He usually picks the place when we'll have a run in. It's usually him approaching me. Letting me see him and find him. And to be honest it's starting to wear on me. ::sighs and closes his eyes:: I'm just getting tired of all the bullshit.
::standing in the doorway:: Yeah just say you're sorry and we can kiss and make up. ::sarcastically:: That's all I been waiting for. ::moves to sit on the bunk next to Johns:: How's the head? ::gently pushes some blonde locks out of the way to check on the small cut:: How long does a spike last you Johns? ::picks up a pillow that had fell on the floor and puts it under the Merc's head:: You know, ::seriously:: I have always thought it was a game, I only stuck you because you gave me no choice. I never miss what I aim for.