#c: Lord Vaako

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For @magikborn, continued from here

ㅤㅤㅤVaako follows the pointed direction of Riddick's Ulak with his gaze, spotting the bloodied heap of a lesser general lying dead in the outer chamber. The blood on the Commander's teeth turns to a fine mist as he expels a snarl.

ㅤㅤㅤ"This has all the hallmarks of an attempted coup," Scowling, Siberius ducks briefly into the en-suite bathing chamber to collect a towel. He emerges swiping at the blood smeared across his mouth, before offering Riddick the towel to wipe his blades clean. ".... and my intel suggests it is once again a member of the Nobility, unable to accept your rule because..." Vaako pauses, then grimaces, "...because you have not been purified."

ㅤㅤㅤThe Necromonger keeps his own thoughts about that to himself, knowing it is not a conversation that will go anywhere worthwhile. Beyond a doubt, Riddick has proven himself worthy to lead the Necromonger Empire, even without the added power granted by purification or transcendence. Siberius just wishes he knew what that meant for their prophesies of Underverse, and whether they will have earned their place amongst the Holy Dead.

ㅤㅤㅤSlanting his gaze back to the Lord Marshal, his lets his gaze trail over the Furyan, thoughtful, "...my patience wanes for these theatrics, but it is your choice. You may have to make an example of a few Nobility, if the Necromonger Elite are to take you seriously."

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NSFW Alphabet - Siberius Vaako

A/N: Created with @bkwrm523, @annathewitch, @musikat18, @yallneedtrek, and @fear0fdeathkeepsusalive

 A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

 He was unfamiliar with aftercare before he met you, so you had to teach about it (i.e, telling him when you’re sore, because it won’t occur to him). But once he learns about it, he’s unwilling to admit how much he loves it.

 B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 His favorite body part of yours is your ass.

 His favorite body part of his is his shoulders.

 C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

 He likes to cum in you.

 On you.

 In your mouth.

 D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He loves having throne sex.

 He doesn’t really care about being seen.

 E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

 He was married, so it’s safe to say that he’s experienced between the sheets. He’s a little less experienced in intimacy and romance.

 F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

He likes all positions, but he’s more particular to bending you over and taking you from behind, or against the wall, or when you ride him. Basically, any position that gives him access to your ass.

 G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous, etc)

 He’s not goofy during sex. He takes your pleasure very seriously, but he finds it you laugh or smile in the moment.

 H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

 Any hair down there is neat and trimmed.

 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

 Intimacy isn’t Vaako’s strong point. You need to teach him a little bit. It takes some time, but it’s a sign of his respect for you that he’s willing to learn. He learns to appreciate slow and sensual.

 J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

 He masturbates a lot - he has no shame in it. You’ve come home more than once to find him jacking off, simply because he felt like it.

 He also likes encouraging you to do it so he can watch you.

 K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)

 He has so many kinks. An authority kink - he loves it when you call him Commander or Lord. Bondage, particularly tying you up. Voyeurism - he likes people knowing who you belong to, that you’re taken care of.

 L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

 Look at D. He’ll have sex almost anywhere. His favorite places though, are the throne room and your huge, in-floor bathtub.

 M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

 When you casually show off skin.

 Catches sight of your ass.

 When you whisper naughty things to him in passing.

 When you’re being as filthy as he is.

 Nuzzling his conversion marks.

 When you encourage him to pound harder into you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 When you’re not into it. If you’re not into whatever the two of you are doing, then he’s not into it.

 He would be turned off if you appeared to be fickle in your attentions. After his marriage of convenience, he wants to know that you are his and his alone.

 And stuffed animals - if you have any, then they get pushed under the bed when you go at it. He doesn’t like their beady eyes staring at him.

 He’s not a fan of cute nicknames either - he prefers Commander, not snookums.

 O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

 He likes giving and receiving. But if you give, you better be prepared to receive.

 He loves to eat you out when you’re on you’re hands and knees so he can squeeze and nip at your ass.

 He loves it when he comes home from conquering and he's barely got his armor off before you're on your knees in front of him.

 P = Pace (Are they rough and fast? Slow and sensual? etc)

 Rough

 Fast

 Hard

 Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

 Vaako loves quickies. He enjoys pulling you into a closet or a dark corner and fucking you up against the wall. And he loves to leave you sweating and breathing hard, watching you walk away, like you didn’t just have sex in a closet.

 Just because they’re quick doesn’t mean he can’t satisfy you thoroughly.

 R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

 Yes, but more because he doesn’t think about it.

 S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

 So. Fucking. Much.

 He can and has kept you up all night.

 He’s a Necromonger - they’re known for their endurance.

 Though when he comes back from fighting, he only wants a couple of rounds before going to sleep.

 T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves)

 Of course he has toys! He’s kinky as fuck. He might have one for himself, but most of them are for you.

 U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

 Vaako is a huge tease and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

 He’ll tease you until your eyes roll back in your head and your legs start shaking and you can’t even call out his name.

 He’s especially likes to edge you, then disappear to do Commander-type thingies.

 V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)

 Moderately loud. Teasing and grunting and growling in your ear.

 He makes sure you’re louder than him. It’s his mission to make sure everyone knows who’s making you feel this good.

 W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

 He loves your boobs. Sucking marks all over your chest so people can see and paying special attention to your nipples with his tongue and fingers.

 He also enjoys walking around your quarters naked.

 X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, in picture or words)

 There’s nothing half-dead about Vaako’s equipment. He’s thick and long and knows how to use it. He wields it as skillfully as any weapon.

 Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

 Look at stamina. He’s ready to go at any given moment.

 Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He falls asleep slowly. He’s the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up.

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@unwaivering sent: “I love it when you take charge.” (Riddick for Vaako)

ㅤㅤㅤ"That--" Vaako grits out, his reply so sharp it nearly becomes a snarl, "--is a bold-faced Lie." Typically, the Necromonger's composure is ironclad, even in the face of Riddick's more vexing flirtations. But right now?... He's currently incandescent with Rage.

ㅤㅤㅤ(Whether that Rage is directed at the intruders attempting to kill his Lord Marshal, or at Riddick himself… that remains to be seen.)

ㅤㅤㅤCrouched behind a heap of rubble, in the shadow of a crumbling structure that was once this planet's political forum, Siberius works with savage efficiency. He presses a self sealing steri-patch over the bleeding wound grooved across Riddick's bicep, fingers clamping down hard to stem any blood loss. The phaser blast somehow nicked a major artery in the Furyan's arm, and since Riddick still hasn't accepted purification, it's a wound that might actually prove fatal.

ㅤㅤㅤ(Not that Vaako would allow such an ignorable promotion to full-dead for his Mate. They will go together, stepping beyond the Underverse's Threshold in their Due Time, and not a moment sooner.)

ㅤㅤㅤ"You hate when I'm in charge," The Necromonger reminds Riddick, releasing his arm once he's satisfied that no more of the Furyan's life blood will be escaping his body, "-- you don't even let me control the method of our sparring, regardless of whether it's within or without our bedchamber."

ㅤㅤㅤNot that Siberius is complaining… he's just making a point.

ㅤㅤㅤMore incoming phaser fire bounces off the rubble around them, and Vaako's pale features grow more angular by the ferocity in his expression. He shoots Riddick a look, "…These combatants are not native to this planet. Who are they, and why are they trying so hard to kill you?"

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@defyant sent: "If you're so unsatisfied with your dame, then why stick around her?" Riddick was curious. Another night and Vaako came into his chambers. What just to talk? He didn't seem like the type to just want to hang around. Riddick had gotten sick of the complaining from the command so he targeted a small poverty stricken world to help them. He figured why let them starve when they could be comfortable among their ranks and it seemed to please the overall people.

Vaako is becoming somewhat accustomed to Riddick's unprompted (and often far too perceptive) questions, both about the inner workings of the Necromonger race as well as... his personal life. The Commander sighs, shifting in his seat to stretch long, booted legs out before him.

I'm sure I do not know what you mean--" except that Siberius damn well does. Evenso, he levels an unreadable look in Riddick's direction, mentally calculating how much of himself he is willing to reveal to the Furyan. "It is not in a Necromonger's nature to be satisfied, My Lord. Our entire purpose is to seek the annihilation of all living things in the universe, and only upon arrival at the Underverse will we know true satisfaction."

Which is alot of words just for Vaako to deflect from answering Riddick's actual question. One he is begun asking himself as well: Why am I here, when I could be in my Dame's treacherous embrace? Is it because the Second Among Commanders feels as though he has finally found a place of acceptance within the Necromonger hierarchy? Because Riddick, for all his lone wolf bravado, does actually seem to listen to Siberius's counsel, in ways the old Lord Marshal never did?

( Or is it more than that... a deeper truth Vaako isn't sure he's willing to face... )

Discomfited by the thought, Siberius hesitates... then quietly admits, " Wulia and I... we serve a purpose to one another, a mutually agreed advantage. Or we did, once.."

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Riddick stood there looking out of the window in his chambers. Today was like any other day. Save for he had Vaako on his mind and that kiss from the other night. A ulak was in his hand and a blood hound on his right side when he heard the footsteps of the necro behind him. "You're heavy footed."

          Vaako would rather slit his own throat than admit to weakness, but the truth is... he hasn’t exactly slept well. The Necromonger's mind has been consumed with the events of the night before, wrestling a creeping sensation that he might have cause to regret his vulnerability, especially with someone like Riddick. Now, as he strides -- loudly -- into the Lord Marshal's personal chambers, he feels that doubt awaken inside him anew.

          "..... yes. well." Siberius clenches his jaw into a stoic expression, unsure how to answer when looking at Riddick only serves to remind him of how the other man's mouth tastes, "...your hearing is somewhat exceptional compared to the rest of the fleet, my Lord."

          Shifting, Vaako moves to flank Riddick on his right side, opting to risk the Hell Hound's attention over the sharp point of the Ulak in the Furyan's grip. "Or..." He takes a slow, fortifying breath, eyes slanting over Riddick's face (still inscrutable, even after their shared intimacy) "perhaps I am simply trying to determine whether that ulak is intended for me. Tired of me already, Riddick?"

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As Vaako dodges back from Riddick's advance, he's brought up short by the sheer rockface of the sinkhole's wall behind him. Grunting, the Necromonger can't help but have an incredulous thought --This Wasn't Supposed To Go This Way.

It's a familiar refrain, by this point. Ever since Riddick revealed himself on Helion Prime, his mere presence has sown chaos among the Necromonger Fleet, undermining the Faith and hurtling members of the Elite towards their untimely deaths. Some part of Vaako admires the ruthlessness with which this Furyan is able to exploit weakness (even if it is among his own people), but By The Underverse, how is it possible a single Breeder can stymie so many of his Dame's his well-laid plans for Ascension?? He Isn't Even Purified!

Baring his teeth, Siberius lifts the familiar heft of his war axe, its multi-bladed head within easy range of Riddick's carotid artery. But in the same instant, he feels the unsubtle nudge of a sharp point slipping past the plates of his armor, Riddick's own weapon seeking the vulnerable gap between his ribs. The Commander stills, his eyes narrowing.

"A Necromonger does not compensate." He grits out, though a traitorous whisper at the back of Vaako's mind reminds him: Zylaw. A Lord Marshal forged by paranoia... and for what? For the sake of Prophecy? Scowling at the Furyan, Siberius assesses their position and mentally weighs his odds on bleeding out before additional Necromonger soldiers arrive. It's... not favorable.

He might be faithful, but Vaako isn't a fool. He slowly eases his weapon away from Riddick's neck, adding "... and you, Breeder? I admit, I hadn't expected you to run from a fight."

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS @immortalmuses sent weapon from vaako.

They were stuck together for three more hours at least. In Riddick's evasion attempts, he'd ruined both their ships. Now it was a matter of not murdering each other in the sinkhole they'd fallen into long enough for Vaako's so-called rescue party.

A shadow crosses over Riddick. His goggle eyes covet the weapon casting it: this cumbersome and spartan two-hander. Another creation of this necromonger pomp and circumstance that, truth be told, tickled him. Murderers pretending to be better than the average con. Gussied up in their tech and their sacrament and their ritual.

Riddick preferred to be plain-faced about his depravity. Off-grid, off-putting. Spare him the bullshit creeds to feel good about killing. Can't shame the shameless.

This amusement slips into his natural pout, looking as pleased as the cat that caught the canary when it should be the other way around.

"Compensatin' for something?" A metallic ringing — his blade glancing up the necromonger's weapon before tucking neatly, lightning quick, in that sweet little nook where that armor doesn't cover a joint. The promise of blood for blood, but until then, he maintains.

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I am deep in my Lord Vaako feelings today. Who wants to RP with my “kind hearted” murdery religious zealot?

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@openxstrings​’s Riddick: “What has the dead ever done for the living?” Vaako, spittaking coffee from his ‘Necromongers Keep What They Kill’ specialty mug:

                              e x C U S E   M E ??

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@fatefaulted​ sent: An unconventional moment of neediness. The Dame would drape her arms over his shoulders in his seated state. No reasoning. No whispers of conspiring antics. Just to savor him. To let her chin rest atop his head. To breath deep the scent of him and let go of a sigh that could actually be considered within the realm of contentment. Even she could appreciate the warm qualities within their cold existence. (( i love and stan the hot murder bbs ok!! ))

          Nadira moves with the stealth of an assassin, silent in a way Vaako could never hope to be with his heavy armor and military step. So he isn’t expecting the slim glide of her arms across his shoulders, or the brush of her breath at his temple as she leans over him from behind. For a moment, the Commander goes deadly-still and alert, his muscles coiled to attack. But then the spicy sweetness of his Dame’s scent reaches Siberius’s nose, and he inhales deeply, relaxing back into his seat. 

        “...wife.” Vaako rumbles, a greeting in itself. He tilts his head to one side, just enough to catch sight of her face in his peripheral vision. The Necromonger lifts a hand to grasp Nadira’s wrist where it rests against his collar, fingers curling around the joint with surprising gentleness. He turns the fragile bones of her wrist, nudging his nose against the Dame’s pulse point and breathing in the smell of her. “....to what do I owe the pleasure?”

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@fatefaulted​ sent: “ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together. ” ( dame vaako for siberius x3 )

          Vaako’s arm braces against the transparent steel that provides an exterior view from he and his Dame’s chambers. The hull of the Basilica is turned planetside, a lingering offensive position from the recent invasion, and so Siberius has an uninterrupted view of the smoking remains on the planet’s surface. 

          “....there’s no such thing as monsters..” The commander replies, his voice monotone in the way it gets when he’s reciting Necroism Doctrine. “...there is only those made powerful through Purification, and those who oppose the natural order of the ‘Verse.” 

          It’s something Vaako has said many times in his tenure as a Necromonger. And yet... he can feel the way the words stick in his throat, catching on the memory of children's’ bodies burning in the streets. Convert or Die. It is the choice, it has always been the choice....

               And yet. 

          Looking away from the view of the planet, Siberius meets Nadira’s gaze. His Dame is always so certain about their path towards the Threshold. He envies her that. “... It’s not my nature to question.” 

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ㅤㅤㅤ"Tomorrow..." Vaako's eyebrows slant upward, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at his lips, "...at the bi-orbital gathering for all Armada Captains?"

ㅤㅤㅤIt is an established meeting, one that pre-dates even Siberius's time amongst the Necromonger race. As a tradition of both political and economical necessity, this particular gathering is the only one to bring together all ranking Necromongers in power across each of the fleet's ships. If there were ever a time or place to -- as Riddick says -- set them all straight, this would be it.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Am I to be included in this plan for retribution?... " Vaako asks, his head tipping curiously. The Commander speaks casually, but his eyes gleam with a touch of bloodlust, "... or is it by design that I don't know?"

ㅤㅤㅤRiddick could be testing him, Siberius supposes. But... After all they've been through, it feels like they are past such things as trials of loyalty. And, Vaako reminds himself, Riddick is not his former Dame. Not every relationship must be rife with traps and pitfalls.

THE CONVICT ALREADY HAD A PLAN to make those that opposed his rule an example. The next meeting would be where he would do it. Of course with Vaako by his side. "I'm aware." Was all Riddick said as he saw his spit in the air. The general being unhinged was hot in a way.

Watching as he went into the refresher and emerged with a towel to wipe himself off, he just was glad that the necro was strong enough to make his own stand. It would have been messy if he couldn't. Probably why he was so attracted to the soulless man. Taking the towel, he took one of his ulaks and wiped it clean and then the other followed suit. "It's always about the purification. They'll learn not to underestimate me."

He no doubt knew how the other felt about him staying a breeder. Riddick had no urge to give up his gifts and Furyan traits. It was why he became Lord Marshall to begin with. Because he was unpredictable. Couldn't be held down by anyone's standards. If they wanted a half unholy dead, then Vaako could go to the Underverse if he so wished. He had no reason to hold him back.

"Just a day longer. Tomorrow, the blood bath will happen. Then their fuckin high and mighty selves won't seem so... high. I have somethin planned during the meeting tomorrow. Somethin that will set them all straight."