Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ After His Breakfast Spanking ❯ One-Shot

After His Breakfast Spanking

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, explicit yaoi

Iason x Riki; Riki x Enyu

by Kira Takenouchi

***The Ai no Kusabi world and its characters were created by Reiko Yoshihara. This fanfic was written by Kira Takenouchi and is offered free to fans of Ai no Kusabi.***

Author's Note: Special thanks to Jill for her inspiration on the Daryl/Enyu pairing scene dynamics.

Without another word, Iason escorted his pet from Enyu's room, making for the great hall. Suddenly Riki, in an attempt to escape certain punishment, wriggled out of his master's grasp, dashing down the hall toward the pool area. Iason sprinted after him, catching him with ease and slamming him up against the wall. Pinning his pet's arms to the wall, Iason bent close to him, for a moment distracted by his pet's intoxicating scent. He suddenly wanted to taste his pet's mouth, explore him thoroughly with his tongue.

"Did you really think you could escape punishment, pet?" he whispered. "There's no place you can hide where I won't find you. You've just doubled your punishment."

His pet stared back defiantly, trying to hide his crumbling resolve.

Gripping him painfully above the elbow, the towering Blondie led his unruly charge into the great hall, heading with resolute firmness toward his chair. The mongrel's words echoed in his head, infuriating him. Only Riki would dare speak to him that way, so openly defiant of his authority in front of his new pet. He was hurt that Riki had turned on him so viciously when they had just loved so sweetly in his bed.

Riki was getting a sound spanking; there was nothing he could do or say to prevent it.

On perceiving his master's intent, Riki now began struggling furiously against him, his efforts failing to even slow the Blondie's pace.

"You never gave me that Opiate-6!" he pointed out, panicked.

"You should have thought of that before," came the Blondie's curt, uncompromising reply.

"But…I've just been tortured practically to death…I'm not healed enough yet." Riki purred at his master with cunning sweetness, gazing up at him with wide, martyred eyes.

"I warned you this morning, pet. If you wanted to save your behind from a sound spanking, you should have modified your behavior accordingly."

"This is so…fucking unfair! You're treating him like a freaking prince! And he…he was being a total asshole, all perched so high!"

"That's no excuse, Riki."

Reaching his chair, Iason sat down, pulling his naughty pet roughly over his knee and pinning his arms firmly to his back with one hand.

"Please, Iason," the mongrel begged. "I didn't mean what I said."

"But you said it all the same, didn't you?" the Blondie whispered, harshly, tugging down his pants to his thighs, just above his knees. He felt particularly annoyed with Riki's impudence because it had taken place in front of his new pet, and for that, he would make Riki suffer.

He was still badly bruised, but the molecular accelerator had continued to work its astonishing magic-at this point his injuries had healed considerably, now at least half as severe as the previous day. Iason examined him with amazement; it was no wonder the accelerator was sold at the pavilion with the paddles and whips, the perfect solution for masters who enjoyed punishing their pets more frequently than nature alone would have allowed.

Originally developed for hospital usage to decrease medical costs and then seized by the military Elite, its microtechnology had rapidly found its way onto the market and now was one of the most asked for items on the shelf, according to Yousi. Its popularity was due not only to its healing properties but also its agonizing sting, which was sometimes worse than the punishment itself. The accelerator could not completely heal a deep branding, however, and the initials burned into his pet's flesh were destined to become scars, which Iason found exceedingly irksome. He needed to do something about it, and soon.

"Don't let him watch," Riki pleaded, mortified that Enyu had followed them into the hall, and now witnessed him so humiliatingly positioned over his master's knee, an exultant sneer on his face.

Iason then noticed Enyu, and for a moment contemplated whether he should allow the pet to stay or send him to his room.

"He would do well to watch," he said finally, giving Enyu a pointed look, "as well as wipe that smirk off his face, because this is what happens to naughty pets. That or a good taming, whipping, or paddling. Isn't that right, Riki?"

The mongrel sighed, bracing himself for a nasty stretch of punishment. Iason's comment had pacified him somewhat and had inspired a new project-provoking Enyu into misbehaving in some manner worthy of hardcore punishment. He fervently hoped Enyu would be unable to tame his smile so he would get a taste of Iason's wicked arm.

Enyu, far from being frightened by his master's threat-having never been physically disciplined before in his life and confident that he would never incur displeasure enough to warrant it-was aroused by the entire situation, and ached to fondle himself and celebrate the unfolding scene more fully. However, he obediently adopted a more somber, chastised demeanor, artfully concealing his delight.

Iason was letting Riki squirm, something he knew his pet hated. Riki could feel the Blondie's hair brushing against his exposed skin, the cool air teasing his bare flesh, his master's warm hand resting possessively on his thigh, and it was almost erotic, except that he knew what was coming-and it wouldn't be pleasant. He also knew that no matter what he said at this point, he couldn't get out of being disciplined, which made waiting for the punishment to commence nothing short of agonizing.

After several excruciatingly long moments, and once Riki's heart had really started to pound, the Blondie addressed him in a low, menacing voice.

"You…are…NEVER…to address me or physically provoke me in such a disrespectful manner again. Is that quite clear, pet?"

"Yeah."

"What's that?" he said, sharply.

"Yes?"

"Yes what?"

"Yes…Master," Riki said through gritted teeth.

"I've given you a little reprieve on my earlier warning, Riki, but henceforth, in the company of others, you will address me as Master or receive three strikes with the taming stick. Understood?"

"You mean every fucking sentence or what?"

With that, Iason whipped out his taming stick, and without further comment gave his pet three sharp strikes to his thighs, much to his pet's anguished dismay.

He slid the taming stick back in its sheath. "I said, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes…MASTER IASON." Riki was unable to resist a tone of voice that was dangerously close to being disrespectful.

"Ohhh," Iason laughed brokenly, brushing his fingers tantalizingly down Riki's buttocks to his thighs, then back again, then resting his hand threateningly on his pet's bare ass. "That was most unwise, don't you think, pet? Have you lost all awareness of where you are, bent over my knee with your pants down to your knees? And your strategy is to provoke me when I'm about to discipline you?" He illustrated his point with a preliminary spank, a smart stinging smack to warn his pet as to what was coming.

"I said Master Iason!" Riki protested.

"Three strikes, Riki."

"I mean I said Master Iason, Master!" Riki tried, desperately.

"Too late, pet." Iason whipped out his taming stick again, punishing his pet with three smarting strikes to his thighs. Riki responded to this with a howl of pain that ended in a single word.

"Fuck."

The word was whispered so miserably that Iason smiled, slamming his taming stick in its sheath. "I'm not going to count that, as I'm assuming your remark was not intended as dialogue."

Enyu gloated over Riki's castigation, although he wondered about the Blondie's qualified command "in the company of others." Did this mean the unruly pet enjoyed special privileges when alone with his master? The sight of Riki so humiliatingly exposed and his master's unhurried approach to discipline was unquestionably erotic, and he was now almost panting, his sex organ painfully inflamed. He held his hands behind his back, clasped together, desperately wanting to pleasure himself but knowing it was not the time to bother Master Iason with his request.

The unmistakable sound of punishment had lured Katze into the hall, and he stood, wiping his hands with a towel, shaking his head in disbelief. How had Riki managed to get punished so soon after his breakfast spanking, and not a day after he had been violated by Raoul? Didn't the mongrel know how to milk a dramatic situation like Raoul's abduction? Riki could have enjoyed extensive coddling and special attention from Iason, who had been completely distraught over his pet's disappearance. Instead, here he was, vulnerably positioned for punishment, warmed up by a taming stick, and in for what promised to be, by Iason's deliberate slowness in commencing, a serious spanking. Not like his breakfast spanking-an old-fashioned, bare hand to bare bottom over the knee hard spanking. Only Riki could have managed that.

"Just…get on with it already," Riki sighed, then added in a defeated tone, "Master."

"I'll get on with it when I'm good and ready. But as it happens I'm quite anxious to get on with it, which is actually rather unfortunate for you. I warned you this morning not to misbehave, did I not? I told you this is where you'd end up, and I told you a good hard spanking waited for you here. You chose disobedience. Now, you're going to pay for it, my naughty little pet."

With that the Blondie gave his pet a hard spank on his bare and bruised bottom, an impressive smack that seemed inordinately loud in the great hall.

"Ow!" Riki howled, still burning from the taming stick.

Another smarting spank, this time harder, eliciting another cry of anguish from his pet.

Spank!

The mongrel yelped, squirming.

Spank!

Spank!

With every strike, Riki voiced his agony, becoming increasingly distressed.

Spank!

Spank!

"Please stop, Master," the mongrel begged, whimpering.

"No, pet. We've only started." Iason was a little amused that his pet was already begging for mercy.

Spank!

"Master Iason!"

Spank!

"Oh fuck!"

Spank!

"Not feeling so rebellious now, I think?" Iason queried, sternly. "Perhaps…now you regret your insolent conduct toward me?"

Spank!

Riki cried out in anguish.

Spank!

"HOW MANY TIMES must I teach you that I AM YOUR MASTER, Riki?" Iason's voice was frighteningly harsh, thick with anger.

As always, the sudden change in his master's manner and tone of voice terrorized his pet; Riki hated it when Iason showed his anger, finding the fearsome Blondie nothing less than terrifying.

Spank!

Yelping, Riki instinctively squirmed in a futile effort to escape his master's hand.

Spank!

"How DARE you speak to me in such a manner, pet! You're paying for it now, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

Spank!

"Stop! It fucking hurts!"

Spank!

"Three more strikes with the taming stick, Riki. When I'm finished. And of course it hurts…that's the whole point." As if to emphasize this, Iason spanked his pet a little harder, just enough for Riki to know the punishment could get even worse. The Blondie had been exercising considerable restraint, feeling that a hard smack was sufficient punishment on Riki's tormented flesh. But now he longed to put the force of his frustration behind his arm, and he struggled to rein in his dark wrath.

Spank!

"How does this feel now? Can you tell how angry I am with you?"

Wailing, Riki kicked desperately, managing to kick Iason a few times, though not deliberately.

Spank!

"Stop kicking, or I'll have Enyu come over and hold your legs down."

Enyu smiled at this, delighted.

The mongrel's legs immediately went limp.

Spank!

"This is far from being over, pet. Feeling some regret, perhaps?" Iason was beginning to truly enjoy the experience, savoring his pet's every cry, squirm, and plea-bargain, and the erotic sight of him so deliciously exposed and delightfully castigated over his knee. He was now exceedingly aroused, half tempted to throw his pet onto the floor and take him.

Spank!

"Please Ma..Master…pleeaasse stop," Riki pleaded, now in tears. Iason's threat that the punishment was "far from being over" chilled him; he was desperate for the pain to end…and he was frightened.

Spank!

"Not yet, pet." This was spoken softly, the Blondie softening now that he had broken his pet. But he would not stop just yet; his pet needed more correction, needed to know that he was completely in his master's control, needed to sob until his nose ran, needed to learn to fear his hand. That Riki had not learned this yet was mystifying, but Iason knew it meant he would simply have to punish him more severely until he did.

Spank!

He continued spanking in a rhythmic, methodical fashion, each hard spank to the pet's bare bottom announced with a loud smack; Riki's cries had escalated from isolated whimpers and yelps to a continuous wail of torment, punctuated with sobs. He was now moving into the critical final stage of the punishment, the place where obedience was driven home.

This was how he was finally going to tame Riki. As many times over his knee, or bent over a table, or pushed up against a wall as it took for his pet to tremble at the mere sight of his ungloved hand.

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

With each strike, the Blondie elicited a wail from his punished pet that ended in a pathetic little sob. He felt he was very close to achieving correction; just a bit more pain, a few more tears, and he would stop. He was so aroused from the sound of Riki's cries that he wondered if he would stain his trousers.

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

Riki was now screaming in utter misery.

Spank!!

Spank!!

Spank!!

Spank!!!!

The last four strikes were, cruelly, the hardest of them all; Iason intended to leave an impression and so struck him with the full force of his arm for an excruciating conclusion, the final spank impossibly brutal.

Hand burning from the spanking, and a thoroughly corrected pet wailing miserably on his lap, the Blondie finally stopped, then slid his taming stick from its sheath, a menacing hiss that elicited a shudder of fear from his pet.

"Three strikes, Riki," he warned, pressing the cold taming stick against his thighs. He delivered the promised encore punishment, sending his pet over the edge. Riki sobbed inconsolably, and Iason just let him lie bent over his knees for quite some time to cry out his pain and frustration, once again returning his taming stick to its sheath.

Had anyone counted, and Enyu certainly did, the Blondie master delivered a total of 33 stinging smacks to the naughty pet. It was a much longer, more excruciating spanking than Riki had expected, given his compromised state. Iason knew that with a new pet watching, he had to come down hard on Riki's unacceptable behavior. Although he sensed that Enyu was not rebellious, he was going to be sure this pet was tamed properly from the start, but to do that he needed to address Riki's more egregious lapses in pet etiquette.

Enyu, after witnessing Riki's punishment at the hands of his beautiful Blondie master, was biting his lip in sexual torment. Iason now considered the handsome youth, who was clearly once again in desperate need of release. Intrigued, he watched him obediently wait for his command, hands behind his back, despite his obvious distress. He nodded his approval. Perhaps Riki could learn something from this new pet.

"Relieve yourself, Enyu," he ordered.

"Here, Master Iason?" Enyu asked hopefully.

"Yes."

With shaking fingers, the young pet quickly disrobed, this time less interested in performing. He simply wanted to come.

Groaning as he touched his engorged member, Enyu began pumping himself without restraint, emitting a series of grunts and moans that escalated quickly into a hypnotic, rhythmic sex cry.

Riki had quieted, and now regarded his rival pet with unabashed fascination. There was something inexplicably compelling about Enyu when he was aroused that intrigued both master and pet. He almost became more animal than man, the embodiment of sexuality at its most primal form. Although the mongrel hated that he was attracted to him, he could not deny that at that precise moment, and despite the discipline he had just endured, he was.

Iason was similarly appreciative of Enyu's performance and less puzzled than his pet over his own attraction to him; he guessed the Xeronian was emitting some sort of pheromone that grew in strength as he approached his rut. This would certainly explain why he found Enyu almost irresistible the night before, and why today he had been flooded with prurient thoughts whenever the Xeronian was near, even when he avoided looking at him. He could only imagine what the next few days would bring when the pet reached his interval.

At the present moment, Iason was especially overcome with libidinous impulses. Between his newly-spanked pet still bent over his knee, exposed for his viewing pleasure, and Enyu's masturbation, Iason had developed a rock-hard erection. When he felt the stirring of Riki's arousal against his thighs, he was suddenly seized with a wild desire to see Riki and Enyu do what pets were meant to do together-copulate.

With a loud, extraordinarily erotic cry, Enyu climaxed, his semen arcing to the floor. Riki shivered, a movement that was not lost on his master. Iason stood his pet back up on his feet, his erection now in plain view. Though Enyu had just ejaculated, he regarded the mongrel's state with curiosity and surprise, while Katze discretely offered him a badly-needed damp cloth to wipe off his face.

"Now pets. You will perform for me. Riki. Undress and copulate with Enyu."

The look of utter surprise on both pets' faces was priceless, and the Blondie enjoyed their discomfiture.

"Did you hear me?" He said sharply. "Undress, Riki."

Riki hesitated for a moment, then looked at Enyu, stroking himself all the while. He didn't understand why, but he wanted to obey Iason. He…really…wanted to fuck Enyu…almost as though he were under some sort of spell. With hypnotic languor, he slowly doffed his pants, which had only been partly on anyway, then pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside as he approached the Xeronian.

Enyu would have preferred being the one taking the reins, but he was thrilled that his master once again wanted him to perform. He turned to him questioningly, waiting for further instruction.

"Bend over the table," the Blondie ordered. "The far end closest to me."

Enyu obeyed, resting his torso and hands on the table.

"Spread your legs more," Iason whispered.

The pet complied by spreading his legs wide, arching his back as he offered himself obediently for conquest, looking back at Riki with a deliberately seductive gaze. His Blondie master shivered with lust at the view, his hand instinctively moving to his erection.

Riki swallowed hard at the sight of the beautiful youth so enticingly positioned, begging to be fucked, at that moment nearly oblivious to their rivalry and his former prejudice against Enyu. He hesitated, looking at Iason for confirmation.

His master was watching him, fascinated. The look of pure lust in Iason's eyes was undeniable. He had unfastened his trousers and now pleasured himself with sensual, languid strokes. "Go ahead, Riki," he said, softly.

Despite wanting to obey Iason, Riki continued to hesitate, just standing a few feet away from Enyu, nervously fondling himself. He had never been asked to pair with another pet before, and for it to be cat-boy was simply a step he was not quite ready to make.

"Obey me, Riki," Iason commanded, turning to Katze for assistance. "Katze?"

Katze immediately stepped forward, giving Riki a little push. "Do what Master Iason says," he barked. "Didn't that spanking teach you anything?"

Surprised to be reprimanded by Katze, the mongrel instinctively smiled, his mirth evaporating when the auburn-haired youth answered him with a hard, stinging slap to his face. Now Katze stood, legs wide apart, muscular arms crossed on his chest. "Didn't you hear me?" he said, loudly, then grabbed hold of Riki's hair, pushing him toward Enyu. "You will obey Master's command, and you will do it NOW!"

Riki had never seen Katze with this face on before, and he hardly knew what to think of it. All he knew was that his slap had really…really…hurt.

He was now trembling, his heart beating fast, face stinging from Katze's castigation, his backside still smarting like hell from Iason's dark discipline. Yet he felt…exceptionally erotic. Strangely so. And he felt like fucking Enyu hard, making the little brat scream. Unbelievably, that was apparently what Iason wanted him to do. He stepped forward, spreading Enyu's cheeks to locate his entrance, then without further preparation penetrated him fully with an angry thrust as hard and fast as he could.

The Xeronian was impossibly tight and hot, gripping him deliciously. Enyu cried out, which only fueled Riki's concupiscence. Grabbing hold of his hips, he began his merciless pillage, impelled now by lust as well as revenge, reveling in the young pet's whimpers and cries.

Iason watched his pets with complete mesmerization, relishing Riki's roughness with the virgin pet and marveling over his control. The Blondie was now convinced that Enyu had not been taken by his previous master. He was simply too tight to be anything other than a virgin, his cries the unmistakable cries of a pet plundered for the first time. Iason rarely saw this side of his mongrel pet, and he was enjoying watching him take Enyu so violently.

Enyu had, in fact, been taken many times, but Xeronian physiology was such that penetration was always difficult, the fit always remarkably tight, resisting entry. It was thus impossible for a Xeronian to be broken in. He resented Riki for being so needlessly rough, feeling that he might have enjoyed the sex if the mongrel hadn't been so bent on punishing him. But he could see that Master Iason was enjoying their coitus, and he really had no choice but to take it.

Riki found that he had complete command of himself when taking Enyu, unlike his tendency to rush to completion with his Blondie master. It reminded him of his days as the leader of Bison, where there had always been someone new for him to break in…and he always liked breaking them in hard, with punishing force…at least until he met Guy. It felt good to be in control again…extremely so. Riki only wished he could take Iason so forcefully, not only for his pleasure but to garner his respect. He widened his stance and pulled up on the pet's smooth hips to achieve deeper penetration, sneering at Enyu's voiced objection to his more demanding position. "Shut up and take it, ya little brat," he hissed, giving Enyu a good hard slap on his rump.

Iason chuckled at Riki's domineering manner, enjoying also the protests and whimpers from Enyu. He was now quite impressed with his pet's endurance. So. Riki's inability to last more than a few minutes was not a universal phenomenon among his pairing partners. It pleased Iason exceedingly to know that he possessed such power over his pet, that the virile, commanding mongrel he saw now trembled so easily at his slightest touch.

Riki turned to look at his master, and the sight of him so beautifully seated in his chair, legs spread widely and comfortably apart as he stroked himself openly, sensually, lust-filled eyes locked on his face, was the deciding factor in Riki's ascent. Closing his eyes and letting his head drop back, he climaxed with quiet intensity, gasping softly with each wave of pleasure that broke forth from his loins. He withdrew, shuddering.

"Come here, pet." His master's voice was now seductively soft and inviting, his harsh, disciplinarian tone cast aside.

Knowing that by "pet" Iason referred to him, and not Enyu, Riki approached his master proudly. He was greeted with a pleased smile from the Blondie, who had summoned him for release.

"Sit on my lap," he whispered, patting his thighs.

Riki did so, wincing. Iason solicited a long, sensual kiss from him, guiding his pet's hand to his immense erection. He broke away, then whispered into his ear, "that was very good, pet. I liked watching you."

"Master Iason," Riki whispered, "do you still love me?"

Iason smiled. "Of course I do, Riki. Just because I had to punish you doesn't mean my feelings have changed. I am trying to correct you for your own good. And I know I am at fault; I have coddled you and failed to train you as I should; this was a dangerous omission on my part and I am afraid you are not going to enjoy the taming that's ahead. My advice to you is to obey me fully, otherwise I will have to punish you again, and it will be harder next time, and harder still the time after that. We have a new pet in the household, and a new Furniture coming. So when you disobey me or misbehave, I will be forced to correct you with a strong arm, because they will be watching to see what the consequences of disobedience will be."

Now the Blonde pulled him closer, whispering into his ear. "But when we are alone, it will be as it has always been, my love. You and I must walk in two worlds; the one that others see, and the world of our own making. In the world of the others there are…certain things expected of both of us as master and pet. Surely you know this; you know the consequences of your actions, yet you persist in your naughtiness, forcing me to punish you."

Now he paused, breathing into his ear, sending chills through the mongrel. "If you could only behave, pet, I would never have to punish you again, and it would be only pleasure, then, between us."

"I thought you liked punishing me, Master," came the mongrel's saucy reply.

Iason laughed softly. "True; I would still have to punish you every now and then, just for my own pleasure-and yours. Or have you forgotten that you enjoy it, too, my deviant one? Now, my pretty little pet, I want you to pleasure me. Get on your knees."

Enyu watched this exchange jealously, fuming. Once again he felt he had gotten the raw end of the deal. At least his ass felt raw, and what had he gotten out of it? His master had summoned his "pet" to him for special services. Why didn't Master Iason want him? When he saw Riki kneel before the handsome Blondie, he couldn't contain himself.

"Master Iason," he said, boldly, "would you like me to come to you also?"

"If had wanted you to do so, I would have told you, Enyu," Iason replied without even looking up. His manner produced opposite reactions in his two listening pets; Enyu felt chastised by his master, Riki vindicated.

Smiling up at Iason, he proceeded to pleasure his master as sweetly and lovingly as he could, both because he wanted to please Iason and because he knew Enyu was watching. Riki's deliberately tantalizing lingual arts and his gentle, insistent sucking had their intended effect on his Blondie master-Iason let out a breathy moan, running his hand through his pet's dark hair. "Good boy…that's it…what a good pet you are now."

Riki welcomed these praises eagerly, his bottom still smarting wickedly from Iason's spanking, his thighs on fire from the taming stick. He was determined to avoid the stick again that day, and practiced in his mind affixing "Master" to his comments, a mandate that he knew would be very difficult for him to remember. It seemed inexplicable to him that his master suddenly, after over two years, insisted on being addressed thus, when he had not issued this edict before. But Iason would have his way-of that much, he was sure; the taming stick hurt like bloody hell.

"Yess," the Blondie sighed, spreading his legs a little wider as Riki wiggled his tongue erotically against his shaft, taking him a little deeper into his mouth. "Just like that, pet."

Savoring Iason's every gasp and sigh, and the way he ran his hands through his hair with intoxicating urgency, Riki gave his Blondie master a mongrel-style, down and dirty blow job that had him moaning in minutes.

"Riki," Iason groaned, closing his eyes. With that the beautiful Blondie climaxed, hands resting gently on his pet's head, his body trembling as his loins expelled his essence in magnificent bursts of rapture. He looked down at Riki, his face contorted with pleasure. "Yes, my darling pet," he whispered, his voice husky and thick with sex, "swallow every drop, love."

This entire scene was watched in wonderment by Enyu and Katze, both of whom were waiting to be dismissed, but it was as though Iason did not even know they were there. Enyu was madly jealous, and annoyingly aroused. Katze was simply curious, enjoying a perverted thrill watching Riki suck off the powerful Iason Mink, and recalling, with some mixed emotions, his own turn with the beautiful Blondie, as well as with Riki.

When Iason continued to ignore them, pulling his pet back onto his lap and whispering into his ear, then nuzzling against him, Katze nudged Enyu's elbow. "Go to your room," he whispered. Although Enyu didn't care to be taking orders from his attendant, he was anxious to go, and he was also a little afraid of Katze after seeing him strike Riki. Both crept off, leaving master and pet to enjoy their intimate moment alone.

* * *

Raoul had never felt so humiliated in his life. He lay on his tummy as Yui administered first aid, not wanting his Furniture to see him so shamefully humbled, his body ripped with the unmistakable marks of discipline. But Yui's quiet manner was comforting, and the Blondie noticed how tenderly he dressed his wounds, seeking to cause him as little pain as possible.

Yui was impressed with his master's unflinching stoicism, how he quietly endured what must have been excruciating from the look of his wounds, particularly the lash marks. He couldn't get his mind around what had happened between his master, Iason and Riki, though he knew better than to ask. One thing he was sure of-this was no lovers' game; his master seemed beaten, defeated, his wounds deeper than those he nursed on his torn and bruised flesh. And the initials burned so savagely onto his skin could only belong to Iason Mink. Yui felt angry at the powerful Blondie for his callous, brutal treatment of his master, wishing he were in a position to do something about it, to take some revenge. Such thoughts of vengeance were atypical for the gentle youth, who was peaceful by nature, but his feelings for his Blondie Master were strong, and the grievance done to him, in his view, unconscionable.

Once all his wounds were tended, Raoul directed him to apply accelerator.

"Yui," he began, then fell silent. He was worried that he would lose his composure, that he would cry out in pain, which he did not want Yui to witness.

"It will be quite painful, Master Raoul," Yui said, quickly, perceiving the cause for his master's sudden distress, "It's said that Commander Kattahar, after the midnight uprising on Arman, insisted his wounds be accelerated, but screamed so loudly Lieutenant Tung knocked over the lantern and set the tent on fire."

Smiling at Yui's story, and grateful for his diplomacy, Raoul steeled himself, then nodded. "Go ahead."

The pain was, in fact, so unbearable that the great Blondie screamed through gritted teeth, his eyes rolling back in agony. When Yui had almost finished, Raoul instinctively grabbed his arm, forcing him to drop the accelerator, than pushed him violently to the ground.

Surprised, but not really hurt, Yui remained calm, understanding that his master had not acted against him, but against the pain.

The Blondie immediately regretted his actions, feeling exceedingly foolish. He held out a hand to Yui. "I…didn't mean to hurt you," he offered, tersely.

Yui took his master's hand, smiling when the Blondie yanked him easily to his feet. "I wasn't hurt. Can I…get you anything, Master?"

"Mmm?" Raoul closed his eyes, sighing. The opiate Yui had given him was starting to kick in, and he was feeling sleepy.

"If you…can roll over onto your side, I could change the sheets," Yui offered, eyeing the bloodstained linens with a shiver.

Raoul answered by shifting onto his side. Yui rushed to attend to this task, then helped his Master get comfortable, freshening up his face with a damp cloth and brushing out his long, beautiful blonde hair, then stroking his temples in the soothing way a parent cajoles a child to sleep. As he moved to leave, Raoul reached out and seized his hand.

"Stay," he commanded, comforted by the beautiful boy's presence and by his gentle touch. He couldn't ask Yui for what he wanted, but he hoped he would somehow discern it from his actions.

Yui's heart beat a little faster as his master continued to hold his hand. He reached out with his other hand and continued caressing his master's brow, which was exactly what Raoul wanted. He sighed, contented, and was lulled into a restful slumber.

* * *

Iason pulled on his gloves, turning to Katze.

"I have a few matters that need attending. I'm leaving you in charge." He removed the taming belt and sheath, handing it to him. "Don't hesitate to use this if necessary."

"No problem." Katze put on the belt, fastening it tight, the taming stick brushing against his outer thigh. "Iason. About Enyu."

"Yes?"

"He said something to me earlier this morning. It was a little vague, but he seemed to be saying that Jupiter told him you…were a deviant."

Iason considered this for a moment. "Impossible. Jupiter doesn't talk to pets."

"Don't you find it odd, though, that Enyu was sent from Jupiter?"

The Blondie did find it odd, for many reasons, and had been puzzling over the gift since he acquired Enyu at the Dark Horse. He nodded. "I'm watching him."

"Another thing. This morning I did some research on Xeronians. This interval that's almost upon us-this is a powerful thing. When he ruts, he emits pheromones, but at a hundred times the Amoian levels. Right now he's all obedience, but then he'll be an animal. He'll have to be chained up for the duration. But you-and Riki-will both be drawn to him. I just thought…you should know."

"I thought as much," Iason replied. "That explains a few things. I think we'll wait until after his rut to take him to the tailor."

"That might be wise," Katze agreed, smiling. "He seems a little…excited."

"Oh-Katze. One more thing. I want accelerator applied to Riki's wounds. Use the entire contents."

"Sure thing."

"He won't like it," Iason warned. "You might have to tie him down."

"I will if I need to."

"Also, please contact Xian Sami; tell him I'd liked to have Juthian as soon as he's ready to part with him. I want to start training him right away. He knows Daryl, so if he asks about him, say that he is in the hospital with a kidney infection, but try not to give much information."

Katze nodded.

"You'll be training him, Katze, for now. He's going to be replacing Daryl."

This was news to Katze, who hadn't spoken to Daryl-except briefly as he lay bleeding on the floor-since Iason had informed Daryl of his decision.

"What…what's going to happen to Daryl?" he asked, alarmed.

"I've decided his skills would be better used elsewhere. I have several projects in mind," he answered, evasively.

"Then-he'll not be your Furniture anymore?"

"Once Juthian's trained, no. Just as it was with you. I'll find him a place in the city…unless you care to let him room with you."

Heart pounding, Katze stared at the Blondie in disbelief. It was as though he had just given them both an extraordinary gift; he was speechless.

"I take it that plan meets with your approval?" the Blondie said softly, with a little smile.

"Yes," he whispered, feeling his eyes sting with tears.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten we have some unfinished business to attend to. However, I've decided to suspend Daryl's punishment because of his commendable conduct in trying to defend Riki. I think the injuries he sustained are punishment enough. But you and I have this…issue between us that needs resolving."

"Punish me tonight," Katze pleaded.

"Why so eager?"

"Because…I don't want Daryl to watch me suffer."

The Blondie nodded; he had wanted that to be part of the punishment, but given Daryl's condition, he would grant Katze his wish. "Very well."

"Iason. May I visit Daryl first?"

"You may. After I return. You'll be punished on your return."

"Thank you, Iason." Katze was relieved that the Blondie was going to let him visit Daryl, who he was desperate to see.

"You won't be thanking me tonight. I'm afraid, given your infraction, your punishment must be severe."

"I know."

"I'm going to be whipping you, Katze."

The beautiful redhead swallowed hard at this revelation, nodding solemnly. This wasn't the first time he would feel Iason's arm, but it was his first whipping, and he knew it would take him to the very brink of hell. But at least Daryl was spared; and soon Daryl would be in his arms, in his bed, in their shared apartment.

"I'll be home in a few hours," Iason said, departing without further comment.

Katze went out to the balcony, fingers shaking as he tried to light a smoke. He called the hospital once again with his pocket-phone, much to the head nurses' annoyance-Katze had been calling every hour to check on Daryl's condition. Informed rather curtly that he was stable and that nothing had changed, Katze let the phone and his smoke drop to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Suddenly it was as if a flood broke loose. He tried to stop the tears but couldn't; it wasn't like him to cry, but when it came to Daryl, he hardly knew himself anymore. He loved the kid so much it hurt. Now he was crying tears of worry as well as tears of joy-he couldn't believe Daryl was going to be released from his Furniture duties, that soon they would be living together like normal lovers. And now he cried a little for himself, too…afraid of the night that was ahead.

* * *

Riki remained his room for hours, pants off, feeling as though his ass was on fire. His earlier pairing with Enyu was now exceedingly puzzling to him, almost as if he had been acting in a dream. He got some satisfaction, though, that he had made cat-boy whimper; the memory of Enyu's yelps made him giggle. But he was still pissed at Iason about the room situation and he wasn't about to let the matter drop.

"You really got your ass whipped this time." Katze stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed on his chest.

Riki's eyes were immediately drawn to the taming stick and belt that he wore.

"What! Did Iason give you that?"

Katze smiled, patting the taming stick. "Yep. In case you need correction."

"Hey-that slap fucking hurt, by the way," Riki grumbled, then smiled. "I bet you got off, you pervert."

"I'll get off even more taming you with this," Katze replied, caressing the sheathed stick. "So you'd better behave, or I'll be more than happy to make you howl."

"Dickhead. Don't get all puffed up on your little power trip."

"I've come here for one purpose, Riki. And you're not going to like it."

Now Katze revealed what he had been holding in one hand-silk ties. Riki stared at him, the perplexed look on his face making Katze laugh.

"Don't get too excited. I'm tying you up, but not for the reason you've always dreamed of."

"Why the hell are you tying me up?" he demanded, ignoring Katze's joke.

Katze pulled the unmistakable thin aerosol can from his pocket-accelerator.

"Hell no!" Riki cried, jumping up.

Katze immediately whipped the taming stick out and held it up threateningly. "Lie back down, Riki."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Care to try me on that?" Katze tapped the stick in his hand suggestively.

"Come on, Katze-that stuff stings like hell," Riki protested.

"Iason's orders."

"Can't you just…spray it in the air and then tell him you did it?"

"Dumbass. He'd be able to tell when you didn't heal fast."

"Please, Katze," the mongrel begged.

"Sorry, Riki." Katze pushed him back onto the bed and tied his wrists to the bedposts.

"Fucking Iason," Riki muttered, irritated.

"He was worried sick about you, you know. When you disappeared. I've never seen him like that."

"Oh yeah?" Riki perked up a little at this.

"I could've sworn I saw him cry."

Riki smiled, but his expression quickly changed when he felt Katze straddle his legs to hold him down and then began spraying the accelerator. He screamed, feeling like he wanted to die. He fucking hated accelerator.

"Almost done," Katze said, pausing to push up Riki's shirt.

"I'm gonna kill you when you're done," the mongrel threatened. "I'll stick that spray-can up your ass."

"Ooo don't tease me. I bet you say that to all the boys."

"Dammit, Katze, I'm not fucking kidding. You have no idea how much this hurts."

"No…but I'm about to find out. Iason's punishing me tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yep. And I don't want scars…more scars, that is. So I want you to do this for me tonight."

"Scars? Katze, it's not like he's going to whip you."

"Actually, yes. It's a whipping."

"Oh fuck," Riki breathed, remembering well the public whipping of the unfortunate nameless pet with the nice ass. "Iason can really be a mean fucker sometimes."

"Yeah," Katze conceded.

"Damn. I'm sorry. Shit. That's my fault, too…isn't this for Serendipity?"

"It's not your fault…well, yes it is," he grinned.

"You know you wanted it," Riki teased.

"Details, details. So will you do the same for me tonight?"

"I would if you had one for me to suck."

Katze smiled. "Just rub my face in it, how about." There was a time when Riki's insensitive teasing would have really stung, but now he took such remarks in stride. "Hey. Don't ever tease Daryl about that," he added, solemnly, knowing that his lover had never really adjusted to his loss.

"I wouldn't. Sorry. That was…I'm an asshole, I guess."

"Yeah, pretty much," Katze agreed.

"Prick."

"Keep teasing and I'll make you yelp like a punished pup."

Riki laughed. "That one wasn't intentional. And…you wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?" Katze slid the taming stick from the sheath and slapped it against his hand. "Ohh…this is so tempting…you're tied up and everything," he grinned.

"Katze! I swear. Don't even think about it. Use that thing on me and I'll knock your fucking lights out."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try. You think you could take me on? After I slapped you, I thought you might cry."

"That did fucking hurt," Riki admitted, laughing. "What the hell was that about?"

"Unlike you, I know that when Iason's watching, you obey without question. Don't expect special treatment from me because we're friends; in Iason's presence, his word is absolute."

"Oh god. You sound like Daryl now."

Katze smiled at the mere mention of his Daryl. "I'll do whatever he commands and I strongly advise you to do the same. If he tells me to ram this stick up your ass, that's where it's going."

"It's already been there, thanks."

"What?" Katze laughed.

"I was trying to…oh fuck. Never mind."

Now Katze laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes. "You were trying to do what, you little pervert? Holy shit. The things you come up with."

"Yeah, well."

Katze slid the stick back into its sheath. "So. Will you…apply the accelerator on me tonight?"

"Yeah, but…that stuff on lashmarks is gonna sting something wicked…it'll be like being punished again."

"I can take it. And so can you-here's the rest of this."

As Katze sprayed the remaining accelerator on Riki back, the mongrel's screams once again filled the penthouse, drawing Enyu's attention.

Enyu had been at the very brink of orgasm during the first set of screams, and so had not been at liberty to explore what was going on. Now he left his room, quietly padding down the hall to Riki's room, where he peeked in to see what was happening.

Riki was tied to the bed, straddled by Katze, who wore a taming stick and was spraying something on the mongrel's back, which apparently was the source of his consternation. Katze sprayed until the can was empty, then got up and untied his unhappy patient.

Riki turned and saw Enyu. "What the fuck? Get out of here, you feline freak!"

"I'm not in your room. Technically I'm in the hall, which you don't own. And you didn't close the door, so?"

Now Riki changed his strategy. "You sure make a fuss when you're getting fucked, cat-boy," he said, eyes gleaming. "I'm a little worried you didn't enjoy it."

"Who could enjoy it with a mongrel?" Enyu retorted.

"If I had wanted you to enjoy it, you would have purring, lover," Riki replied. "But that was hardly my objective."

"You just wait until Master Iason has me take you."

Riki laughed. "Dream on, sweetheart. It's not happening."

Enyu smiled mysteriously. "We'll see. Those bruises are quite impressive, Riki. You must be very proud Master Iason loves you so much to leave such tokens of his regard."

"You fucking little-" Now Riki leapt from the bed and charged after Enyu, who immediately took off running down the hall. Both pets went running through the penthouse, Riki still wearing only his shirt. As they passed Iason's favorite chair, one of them knocked over the end table, sending a lamp crashing to the floor.

"Riki! Enyu! Stop this instant!" Katze bellowed, taking off after them.

The pets reached the great hall and began running around the dining table.

Now Katze whipped out his taming stick and slammed it down on the table with a loud whack. Enyu and Riki both stopped, staring at him with surprise.

"That's it. Three strikes each. Riki, you're first. Put your palms on the table."

"Oh come on, Katze," Riki whispered. "You can't be serious."

"I most certainly am serious. Now, Riki."

Hesitating, Riki slowly obeyed, placing his palms on the table, sure that Katze only meant to give him a little tap. When Katze unleashed a stinging blow to his already sore thighs, he yelped with pain and surprise. The second and third strikes were equally hard, and he struggled to blink back tears.

"Enyu, you're next. Palms on the table."

Enyu stood, frozen, staring at Katze in disbelief. He had never heard of a Furniture that had the authority to discipline pets. Surely he really wasn't going to strike him…with that stick?

"Did you hear me? Palms on the table, NOW."

But Enyu continued to stand, his fear now evident in his eyes. Riki watched him with pleasure. Cat-boy was wigging out.

"That's six strikes for you now, Enyu. Want more? Just keep standing there and I'll keep adding them."

Enyu moved forward, slowly, and placed his palms on the table.

"Riki, raise his garment for me."

Delighted with his assignment, the mongrel pulled up Enyu's gown to reveal his beautiful bare bottom, and held it there.

Katze repositioned himself and then, with a mighty swing, delivered the first blow to his upper thighs. He felt he needed to strike Enyu much harder than Riki to make their punishments equal, considering Riki's compromised state.

Enyu cried out in agony. He had never been disciplined before, and now it was much worse than he could have imagined. There was no way he could endure five more strikes. He was now terrified of Katze, deeply regretting his earlier attitude toward him. Clearly he had gravely underestimated his power and importance; it was obvious now he enjoyed special status with their master. The second and third strikes were equally brutal, landing on his bottom, and Enyu howled and then bit his lip to keep from crying, opening his eyes wide, but then came the fourth, and the fifth, and finally, the sixth strike, and it was too much. He began sobbing.

Riki was gloating over Enyu's breakdown, but wisely said nothing.

"Both of you go to your rooms until Master Iason comes home," Katze said, sternly, and both pets obeyed, Enyu practically running there.

Riki punched Katze in the arm as he left the great hall. "Thanks a lot, asshole."

Katze laughed, returning the taming stick to its sheath. Next he went to Iason's command center and put in a visual to Xian Sami, the stunning Blondie who was most famous for his unusual eyes. He was the only Blondie that did not have blue eyes-his were a piercing green. It was a deviation that had perplexed Jupiter, one of a series of unexpected mutations that had mysteriously appeared in the Blondie pool.

The Blondie answered, intoxicating virile as usual, his gaze smolderingly intense. As always, he wore a long braid in his hair that hung down the side of his face, bound with leather metal-stopped tassels, which gave him the look of an ancient barbarian. "Katze. My regards to your Master."

"Thank you, Sir Xian. Master Iason wanted me to contact you regarded Juthian; he would like the boy as soon as you are prepared to let him go."

"Certainly. He has just been through modification today. With acceleration he should be ready in two days. I'll have him sent…no-I'll bring him the day after tomorrow."

"Very good."

"This is much sooner than his original plan," Xian commented, fishing for information.

"Yes; Master Iason hopes you will forgive his eagerness to have Juthian here so soon, but Daryl is in the hospital with a kidney infection, so he would like to begin training Juthian right away."

"Are you back at the penthouse now, Katze?"

"Yes, Sir Xian. Temporarily."

"So then you'll be doing the training?"

"Yes," he answered, now wanting to bring the conversation to a close before Xian thought of something else to ask. "I'll let Master Iason know that he can expect you in two days."

"Of course."

"Thank you, Sir Xian."

Xian nodded, cutting off the transmission. He stared at the screen for a moment, wondering what was really going on at the penthouse. One of his gifts was his ability to ferret out the truth; Katze had lied to him about the kidney infection. He smiled; most likely Iason had disciplined him a little too enthusiastically.

Juthian had been terrified when Xian told him he was destined to serve Iason Mink, to attend the Blondie's infamous mongrel pet. Although he was somewhat flattered at being chosen by the powerful Blondie, he was far too intimidated by him feel much more than fear. And learning that he was to become Furniture was devastating to him. His whole existence had been based on his sexuality, and for that to be taken away was unthinkable. Yet, it was better than life in a brothel; Juthian would continue to live in luxury at Iason's famous penthouse, although it would be difficult to learn how to serve rather than be served. He was resigned to accept what his master had chosen for him, however, his public whipping having dispelled all urges toward disobedience.

The blank screen signaled the end of the connection; Katze left the command station, heading toward the kitchen when the door buzzed.

Katze pressed the intercom. "Yes?"

"Delivery for Sir Iason Mink. From Sir Omaki Ghan," came the tiny voice.

"Put your hand on the scanner, please."

The boy obeyed, his signature reading as Omaki's pet.

Katze opened the door then and accepted the large box from the boy, who seemed unusually young to be a pet, especially to be delivering something for his master. Only older pets attended to such tasks.

"Who drove you here?" Katze asked.

"Master Omaki," the boy said, sweetly, eyes wide.

Katze chuckled softly. No doubt he wanted to show off how young his pet was-far too young, in Katze's opinion. Omaki Ghan was a total pervert.

"So how do you like living in the Taming Tower?" Katze asked.

"It's fun," the boy said, eagerly. "Omaki built me a slide that goes all the way from the top down to the bottom, round and round!"

"I see," Katze replied, amused. He wondered what other things Omaki had for his pretty little pet to play with. "What's your name?"

"Aki."

"Can find your way back down by yourself, Aki?"

"Yeah," he said, uncertainly.

"Turn that way," Katze pointed, "see the elevator there?"

"Oh yeah." The boy smiled at him, breathtakingly beautiful. "Bye!"

"Bye," Katze said, shaking his head.

He brought the box into the penthouse and set it on the bar counter, wondering what was in it. He smiled; coming from Omaki, he could only imagine.

* * *

When Iason returned, he immediately noticed the box, but chose to ignore it for the moment.

"Wine, Iason?" Katze asked, immediately moving to the bar.

"Yes. So…did you have to use that?" Iason asked, nodding towards his taming stick.

"I'm afraid so."

"Is that so?" Iason smiled. "Riki?"

"Both of them."

The Blondie chuckled. "And how did Enyu take it?"

"Pretty hard. He's a little soft, that one. I don't think he's ever been disciplined before."

"What did they do?"

"Ran through the penthouse and broke a lamp."

The Blondie nodded, smiling. He could just picture it. "Did you contact Xian?"

Katze handed him his wine. "Yes. He says Juthian will be ready the day after tomorrow; he'll bring him. And…I applied the accelerator to Riki."

"Did you have to tie him down?"

"Yes. He was rather reluctant."

"I have no doubt."

Katze shifted his weight anxiously. "So…may I go to the hospital now?"

"You may. Be back by nine."

"Thank you, Iason," Katze said, giving him a little bow and immediately heading for the door.

Once outside the penthouse, he practically ran to the elevator, cursing its slow descent to the ground level. He sprinted to his car, fortunately parked nearby, in reserved VIP parking next to Iason's sleek hovercraft prowler. With trembling fingers he punched in his codes and then, backing up with a squeal, took off for Tanagura Medical, offending a series of outraged drivers on the way.

At the hospital he parked illegally; but with Iason's ID tag, he knew no one would dare move him. He rushed inside and made for Daryl's room, ignoring the head nurse as he dashed passed her station.

Daryl was awake, and, on seeing him, smiled the prettiest smile Katze had ever seen in his life.

"Hey love," he said, softly, approaching him slowly.

"Hey."

"Are you in pain?"

"A little," Daryl conceded. "I'm glad you're here. That one nurse is scary."

Katze laughed. "You mean the one with the blue hair and the stick up her ass?"

"Yeah. That one."

Lady Blue-Hair was now at the door, hand on hip. "This is a hospital, young man. You cannot come running in here like it's some kind of circus."

"My apologies. Sir Iason is anxious to know how his Furniture is doing."

"Hmphf," she sniffed, unimpressed with the mention of Iason Mink, but smart enough to know not to insult Tanagura Medical's greatest benefactor. She turned on her heel and left in a huff.

Daryl giggled. "You can't run in here like it's some kind of circus? Since when do people run at a circus?"

Katze laughed, thrilled to see his lover in good spirits. "Maybe they do when the big cats escape." He curled up his hands as though getting ready to scratch him, hissing like an angry cat, then bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. Daryl returned his kiss, tongue flicking sensually in his mouth, and for some moments they loved one another thus, savoring their hard-earned reunion.

"Oh love…I've been worried sick about you," Katze moaned. "I've been going out of my mind."

"I've missed you so much, Katze."

"Hey, boyfriend." Katze pushed on his nose like it was a button. "We're going to be living together soon."

Daryl grinned. "I know. I can't…believe it."

Katze shook his head. "Me either. Though I can see why Iason's doing it-you're fucking brilliant with computers."

"He says I have to train his new Furniture first."

"I'm going to be starting that. It's Juthian, Xian Sami's pet."

"The one that got whipped? He's going to be modified?"

"Already happened. Today. He'll be at the penthouse day after tomorrow."

"And you're training him?"

"Yeah. Iason had me come and take over your duties. I've been sleeping in your bed," he added, smiling.

"Really?"

"Guess what else. Jupiter gave Iason a new pet-a Xeronian."

"Seriously? What about Riki?"

"Iason appears to be keeping them both. You know he'd never give up Riki." Now he laughed. "You should see the two of them…they're at each other like two brothers."

"I bet," Daryl said, smiling.

"I even had to punish them today." Katze grinned. "With a taming stick."

"What! Iason never let me do that!"

"It was sexy as hell. Oh! And Iason had them pair. I got to see the whole thing."

"I'm missing everything fun!" Daryl lamented.

"Then you'd better hurry up and get better. That's an order."

"Oh yeah? What will you do if I don't?" Daryl teased.

Katze leaned close to him, expressionless. "Spank you. In fact, I think I'll do that even if you get better, just for putting me through all this."

"No matter what I do I'll get spanked!" he protested, eyes shining.

"Stop fussing. You know you want it."

"Yeah. I do," Daryl confessed, then lowered his voice. "I want to be in your arms again."

"All right then," Katze replied, climbing up onto his bed and snuggling up to him.

"Katze!" Daryl giggled. "That blue-haired lady will come."

"Let her come. I can take her on, the old bat."

For quite awhile the two lovers lay together, snuggling, catching up on weeks of missed time and the flurry of events in the past few days. Katze opted not to tell Daryl about what was waiting for him when he got home, not wanting anything to worry him as he made his recovery. As the hour drew close to nine, he simply said that Iason wanted him back early.

"I'm sure he does," Daryl laughed. "Riki is enough of a handful."

"Yeah, and Enyu's reaching his rutting period, so it's getting real interesting."

"Xeronian, wow. I've heard they're beautiful."

"You should see his eyes. Riki calls him cat-boy."

"Are you attracted to him?" Daryl's jealousy was transparent, amusing Katze.

"No, silly. I've got what I want right here." He leaned down and kissed him. "And don't you forget it. Now, turn over onto your tummy, if you can."

"Why?"

"Obey me!"

Giggling, Daryl did so, yelping when Katze began spanking him, just a few playfully hard spanks for fun.

"There. You deserved that, naughty boy."

"What for?" Daryl demanded.

"Just because I said so. So you'll learn to mind me. You can roll back over now."

Daryl rolled onto his back, smiling up at his lover with shining eyes. "I love you, Katze."

"Daryl…I love you, too, but those three words can't possibly express what I feel for you," he whispered, kissing him, a long, unhurried kiss that conveyed the ever-expanding boundaries of his love.

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