Two

'The way I am'- Jack

Jack was staring right into Riddick's silver glare. His face didn't reveal any sign of humanity, just his urge to kill. His shiv in his hand he moved closer to Jack.

Jack wasn't able to move, something was enabling her any movement…

He stepped closer.

"Don't kill me, please…..," she managed, sobbing.

"I won't kill you," he chuckled. "There's something much more interesting to do, for both of us."

He had her arms pinned beneath him and his legs holding hers still. He was whispering something into her ear, but she wasn't able to make out any of the words. His hot breath on her skin made her shiver with cold and disgust.

"No, no…..," she drew breath to plead once more.

He pressed his body hard on hers, his hand moving down her thigh.

"Please no! No…," she gasped and sprung up in bed.
Her eyes were stinging. She touched her cheek, realizing, she'd been crying from the nightmare. Oh God, it was so real…

She collapsed on the mattress again, still breathing hard. Sleep was a long time ghost.

Riddick knew he had to do something. Something that would keep his thoughts of Jack at bay. He needed to get laid, he decided abruptly. Fucking planet, he growled to himself, the only woman he could get to fuck with him willingly looked like Shazza. Good thing was that she was not the 'emotional' type. Not the 'I love you 'n' all' type. She was the 'I fuck with everybody' type.

He knew that Jack wasn't. She'd want a loyal loving man. Huh, that's what I'm definitely not, he laughed to himself. And I'm no rapist, either.

It was nearly frightening to know that he almost did rape her. The way she hit him, they way she yelled at him. He was shocked that he actually felt aroused. He knew he was a sad fucker, but he didn't know that that sad. It was good that she thought he wanted to kill her, though. Not fuck with her. He didn't want her to know. She was too good for him. And he was so dangerously close to ripping her clothes off of her and raping her.

It surprised him that he'd actually like to just kiss her…..._Getting a bit soft there,_he choked at the thought.
No, but he didn't love her. _Shit! What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this anyway? Fuck….._

OK, it was time to go have a small talk with Shazza.

Shazza looked surprised when she saw Riddick enter her room. Not that surprised. She'd already tried a few 'things' with Johns and Riddick seemed a whole lot better. The 'I'm Mr. Badass himself' title made her feel….. well, turned on.

"What do you want, Riddick?" She asked, sitting down on the bed.

He was right, she was easy. But that was what he wanted anyway. A quick fuck. Riddick stepped a bit closer. "Lights to 10%!"

In the now dimly lit room, he took off his goggles and tossed them onto the floor.

In a fraction of a heartbeat, he had his hands on her hips and was looking down at her. She was smaller than Jack and she was a bit more curvy. Riddick's hands slid down to her ass cheeks, his hands running along them. Shazza let out a cry of astonishment. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waste. His mouth locked onto her throat, leaving a wet trail of kisses down it.

"You amaze me, Riddick…," she gasped.

Hm, maybe that was what he didn't want to hear. It was a sign of professional detachment. No woman would whisper that to a man she didn't knew. Not Jack.

He released Shazza a bit, but only to get her top off of her body. Then he lowered his mouth and began to plunder her breasts. His mind was focused on her, but he could see a distinct image of Johns walking to Shazza, asking what she'd been doing the whole afternoon. A wicked smirk appeared on his face and he leaned back from her, eyeing her.

"What's the matter, Ri-"

She didn't finish her sentence. His lips crushed hers with furious might. He wasn't going to lose any more time. He knew what he wanted.

He lowered Shazza on her bed and stripped her off of her clothing, followed by his own. She just lay there, waiting.

"Oh, Babe," he muttered, his hands moving roughly over her body. Her body was writhing under his weight.

"God, you're so much better than Jo-"

She looked up at him, suddenly realizing that he didn't know about this. Riddick didn't listen to her, he just stopped her with another hard kiss then entered her roughly. He didn't want to know about it. He didn't want to know about who she'd been fucking earlier. He wanted to give in to his imagination….. And maybe the 'Johns-thing' could even turn out to his advantage.

She let out a moan, making him thrust into her harder. Faster. He could feel her shaking underneath him, as her orgasm took her. His seemed not to come. There were too many agonizing things on his mind. The thought that he could have had done this to Jack, the thought that the beast inside him could've won and he could've raped her…..

Jack…

He could feel himself going to culminate, so he just kept on thrusting inside Shazza. She was evidently experiencing the pleasure's of the universe, but Riddick's release was defiant and agonizing. He growled when it came, shaking, drops of perspiration appearing on his chest.

He rolled off of her, breathing heavily. _Fuck, this is starting to get hard,_he sighed, getting dressed instantly. He turned to face Shazza on his way out. She smiled at him.

"I hope we'll have time to do that again," she said.

Riddick grinned, exiting through the door in a second.

Jack. Jack.

She was standing there, in front of him. She wanted to get something from Shazza's room, but she abruptly forgot what. She was shocked to see Riddick in front of her. Her stomach turned with disgust and fear. She saw Shazza, half-naked, pushing the door closed, cursing:

"Dammit, Jack, don't you come barging on me like that, boy!" She muttered, slamming the door shut in her face.

It took Jack a ridiculously long time to realize what was happening. Riddick obviously hadn't raped her. Shazza tried to push Jack away from her room, not him. Which meant that Riddick only tried to do something to her….. Maybe because she didn't want him…..

"Jack?"

Shit. *Shit, Jack, run away!* You can't stand in front of a psycho-killer who tried to rape you with your mouth open!

Riddick smirked down at her.

Run, now! Before he gets a chance to do something to you…

She didn't. She couldn't.

"Just_ stay_away from me and Fry," she said, backing up.

He blinked, this girl was definitely brave. He laughed to himself. "Whatever you say, Jackie, darlin'."

She threw a disgusted look at him. Somehow she knew he wouldn't give away her secret, though. He would just torture her with it.

"You heard me," she said.

Uhm, where was he? Uh, yeah, he was watching a gorgeous woman in front of him. A very fuckable woman. Her skin was perfect. Flawless. Tiny drops of perspiration formed on her neck. He'd love to just lean down and lick them off of her….. Dammit, there it was again. He had to lean back and get a bit further away from her, otherwise he'd take her. Here. Now. Fuck her unconscious.

Jack threw a curious look at him. Where was the escaped convict and murderer? Richard B. Riddick was just standing there, watching her like a fool.

_He's no fool, Jack,_she corrected herself, _he'll kill you anytime he wants._

For some reason that was not what he'd do, though. "You were sayin', darlin'?" He asked, snapping back to reality.

"Stay away from _me_ and my friends, Riddick."

A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "Make me."