Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Ai o Juten ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Content Warning: Non-consensual intravenous drug use.

Chapter Five

They stood before each other in silence for a long moment.

“Will you come to me, pet, or do you need encouragement?” Iason asked. Riki's eyes flashed venomously, and he opened his mouth as he lifted his head, only to fall silent when he stared into Iason's eyes, as if something he saw there startled him into an uneasy submission.

In simple obedience, Riki took several small steps closer, until Iason could feel his body heat, could hear the quiet undercurrent of his breath. And all the time Riki did not look away from his eyes, head tilted slightly back to account for Iason's superior height. Iason reached forward with his hands, curling his fingers around the pet's upper arms.

The moment between them seemed crystalline and brittle, but perfect, like the structure of a snowflake, writ large in ice. The two of them, part of the same sequence, from human to android. They seemed to him like opposite ends of a geometric fractal with infinity the space between them. The pure mathematics involved in them both existing at the same time - of them coming together like this - were beautiful to Iason. And yet... his lips seemed so tender... Iason let go of one arm, raising a hand as if to test their softness, and the moment passed. Riki turned his face away before Iason could touch, baring his neck in a show of submission that surely could not last. A small sigh came from the mongrel, as if he had confirmed something in his own thoughts. What were they? What was his pet thinking now?

It did not matter. Iason turned, keeping hold of Riki's arm, and guided him to the bedroom. Halfway there, the trembling began, and it did not stop even when Iason attached the manacle chain to the head of his bed, Riki on his knees. The pet murmured something, almost to himself.

“You may have my body,” he whispered, and Iason felt the sensation of power again, but this time it did not retreat; instead it only grew as his mind leapt forward to what they would do here, the biological act they would perform. A thing that would shock every resident of Tanagura, if only they knew of it. He undressed slowly, completely, watching his pet all the while.

“I already have it,” Iason told him calmly, and the trembling increased. “Your mind, too.” He was naked now, and he moved to the side of the bed, to arrange Riki the way he wanted.

“But not my heart,” Riki gasped as Iason pressed his upper body down, so that he rested with his knees folded up neatly beneath him, his arms and shoulders outstretched to the head of the bed. Iason was very deliberate, seeing how this posture opened his body to the fullest extent. His buttocks were naturally spread in this position, but Iason did not touch.

“I will have that too. You are mine in all ways. Have I not explained it to you?” He did not know why he uttered that, except that it seemed appropriate given the circumstances. He did not expect Riki's reaction to his words to be so anti-climactic, as he sobbed once or twice, softly, face buried in the pillows between his arms. Iason would have explored it, but he had waited long enough, and he reached to the first of the items he had acquired earlier that day – a simple elastic strap. He crawled fluidly on top of the pet's prone body and held his left arm still while he pulled the strap tight around Riki's upper arm.

“What are you doing?” Riki demanded, and then, because he was a slum mongrel, he said: “Tell me you aren't trying to bring up a vein! Fuck, no!” He pulled his arm, but it made no difference, and Iason tapped his lower arm with the back of his fingers, until what he wanted was standing just proud of the skin. Quickly, he reached for the next item: a pre-loaded syringe. He was Iason Mink, incapable of mistakes, he knew he had just the right dose, taking into consideration Riki's bodyweight, the amount of food he had ingested, and the procedure he'd just undergone. No calculation had been left to chance. Iason slid it beneath the epidermis and into the vein, scratching the surface of his skin with the needle flawlessly.

When he felt the needle sinking into his flesh, Riki began to hyperventilate. Iason held him down. “Shh!” he ordered, depressing the plunger steadily and efficiently until all of the contents were gone. When he placed the needle back on the table, he held Riki still while he applied a little pressure to the puncture mark, then at last allowed his pet some freedom of movement, but not much. Immediately, Riki turned his head to the side, trying to look back at Iason.

“What is it?” he cried out urgently, clearly terrified over what had just happened to him, frightened enough that he became animated again. “What did you inject me with? Oh, shit!”

“It is a muscle relaxant,” Iason informed him. “Mostly.” Soon it would begin to work, and then would come the next part of this new ritual.

“A what!?” Riki spluttered, aghast.

“I chose an opiate. Morphine, to be specific.” Iason watched his pet, seeing the moment the first wave of the drug hit him, feeling it in the way his body relaxed, the high pitched trembling subsided in a series of deep shudders, then disappeared entirely.

“Ohhh...” Riki moaned, his face shown in profile against the pillow, gone slightly more slack. “I get it.” He blinked slowly. “Say, if that's what you want to do, I'm all for it... just carry on.”

“I intend to,” Iason informed him, pleased at the change in him. He'd chosen the drug partly for its quality of inducing euphoria.

Something seemed to occur to Riki then. “Why did you give me m... muscle relaxant?”

“You will need it.”

“Huh-uh..” Riki gave a kind of broken laugh. “Someone has an overinflated sense of something...”

“I am a Blondie,” Iason proclaimed, as if that should be self-evident, as if that explained everything.

“Yeah, yeah... like I said,” Riki commented, still blinking in that exaggerated way. “Overinflated.”

Despite himself, Iason smiled. “Naughty pet,” he teased, loving this new side to the mongrel. Perhaps when this was done, he would give up on the pointless swearing for good.

“Sex doll,” Riki countered, vicious as could be.

Iason could not keep in a contemptuous snort. “Hardly.”

It was time. Iason reached for the next syringe, the last of the special items, which was much larger, but did not have a needle attached to the end, only a plastic tip. He depressed the plunger so that a largish bead of the lubricant came out and used it to cover the first third of the syringe. He moved himself further back, getting his first real view of the puckered entrance to the mongrel's body.

Just as with the sensation of power, the heat Iason suddenly felt did not stop, but built quickly, and he knew his android body was responding as he'd hoped. He could make himself erect at will, but it seemed fitting that this should be inspired rather than instigated. He placed the tip of the plastic right there, watching closely, wanting to keep this image with him forever. He saw the muscles there twitch and dance beautifully, despite the morphine he had injected Riki with.

“What are you doing now?” Riki demanded, his voice pitched a little higher. Iason pushed the syringe inside partway. “For fuck's sake – don't just stick anything you want in there.” Next, he depressed the plunger. As with the drug, the amount was precisely measured. It should be enough to ease the way without losing any of the necessary friction. “Ahhh...” Riki cried, the sound long and breathless.

“You make interesting noises,” Iason observed, smirking.

“It's damn cold, that's why!” Riki ground out. His body shivered suddenly, once. “You sick fucker!”

“Oh.” Iason had to admit that even with his advanced thought processes, he hadn't stopped to really consider that. “Sorry.”

The mongrel was silent for a beat longer than felt natural. “Hey... wait,” he said quietly, as if in realisation. “No. No way.” Iason frowned, and wondered if he'd have to threaten Riki's thought out of him.

“You're a virgin!” Riki accused suddenly. Oh, so that was it. Was it important in some human way he wasn't aware of? Iason had participated in the direction of orgies at pet soirees that would make even Riki blush. If one of them was innocent here, it was Riki. Indeed, he was fortunate that Iason was finding his own tastes did not run to the more extreme and brutal fetishes. Or, at least, not yet.

“I understand the mechanics very well, I assure you,” he said, just in case Riki was worried that he would not know what to do.

“Help!” Riki screamed out loud. “I'm being raped by a fucking virgin!”

Iason waited for around thirty seconds or so, until the pet had got over the shock, and had finished with another stream of colourful invective.

“How come you never did it before?” he asked then, more quietly.

“I never wanted to before,” Iason said simply. “My other pets were singularly uninspiring.”

“Oh,” Riki replied, somewhat dully, “so now you'll get to fit in with all your Blondie friends, huh?” Iason was aware that Riki did not understand the society of Tanagura, but to be faced with the enormity of his misconception was a little shocking. Is that what he thought? No wonder he had been so resistant. But then, perhaps the mongrel was right. He had ended up here, after all, about to be used as a toy by a Blondie.

There was nothing else to be done, and Iason was hard and ready. He used a foil package of lubricant on himself before holding himself against that fluttering muscle that seemed much too small to take the girth of his cock. So, so tight it looked, and yet somehow that only made him more determined to breach it. Riki gasped beneath him.

“Wait!” he cried out. “Don't I even get foreplay?”

Iason considered, then paused to touch the control for the pet ring, immediately catapulting Riki into the stratosphere if his sudden delighted moans and suggestive movements were anything to go by. “There,” Iason said, amused by Riki's vocalisations of pleasure.

“You're such a fucking sadist,” he whimpered, his hands twisting in their manacles. “Drug me and turn me on,” he said, describing his situation very succinctly. “Then just fuck me,” he added as an afterthought. “Hey, man...” he sighed, his speech slurring, sounding incredibly cute, strung out on morphine and endorphins. “You're like the best boyfriend ever.”

Iason leaned down, happy, and grinned against Riki's ear. “Best Master ever,” he corrected. Really, he was loving Riki like this! He was spectacular.

“Oh, all right,” Riki said charitably, “if it gets you going.” And he put on a falsetto voice. “Oh, Master! Won't you fuck me with your big robot dick now?”

It was probably the best invitation he was going to get, and to be truthful the sarcasm made him want to subjugate Riki all the more, so the pet's words worked rather better than he expected. Iason checked his angle, and drove in with all the steady, precise insistence of a machine. The lubricant had spread and warmed inside the mongrel's body, making it easier, and so Iason did not stop until he was almost fully inside, whereupon the sensations hit him right where they should if he were mortal, and he halted in shocked surprise.

“Riki...!” he gasped, and to his own ears his voice sounded strangely vulnerable. His eyes were wide open, but he could not seem to take in the information they supplied. All he had space for was how the mongrel's body felt around him. Connections never made before now flared into sudden life, making new pathways in his synapses, electricity leaping from receptor to receptor as his cells awoke. Chemical messengers which had been idle in Iason's brain since he was made suddenly sprang into their ordained roles, because the core of his brain was organic, was still human, and the hundreds of years of artificial augmentation and nanotechnology that equated to his body and high cognitive function could not contend with billions of years of simple, blunt evolution. His brain knew.

“Oh, no!” Riki was crying beneath him. “No!” His body struggled, and Iason patted him with one hand, made clumsy by the revelations taking place inside him. “Take it out. Oh, fuck...” The mongrel tightened around him. “Iason!”

“You're so hot inside,” he said at last, when the sudden rearrangements of his brain had slowed to what felt like jolts of sparkling golden champagne. “It feels like much more than ninety-eight-point-six degrees.”

“Is that your version of dirty talk?” Riki demanded, somehow managing to moan between each word. “Fuck me... I can see I got my hands full here.” He paused for the slightest moment, then groaned in discomfort. “Or something. Maybe not hands.”

“Do you think you could be less sarcastic?” Iason asked pleasantly, still not minded to move at all. Besides, it seemed Riki was becoming used to his intrusion, since he was no longer crying out.

“I dunno,” Riki responded, gulping audibly. “Do you think you could be less of a dick?”

“I said you needed the drug,” Iason informed him, quite happy to stay like this for some time. “It is as small as it will go. Of course, if you want bigger...” he taunted.

Riki yelped, even though Iason didn't do anything, didn't change anything about how they fitted together. “No! That's okay! Just... as you are!”

Iason remained as he was. Wasn't there a term for this intimate connection, this stillness, in the ancient, pre-colonial human world? Hmm... tantric, his mind supplied. But then the mongrel's body suddenly seemed to convulse around him, coils of muscle squeezing him tightly enough to make him gasp. “What are you doing?” Iason demanded quickly as the contractions continued, deactivating the pet ring in haste. “What is wrong? Are you damaged?”

“Move!” Riki growled. “You've got to move...” He felt the squeezing again, only now he realised Riki was doing it consciously, to urge him with his body as well as his words. “Ow...”

At last, he seemed to realise the futility of his endeavour. Iason, finding out that Riki wasn't falling apart beneath him, was stunned by another onslaught of incredible sensation, and that was not conducive to making him do anything to endanger the experience. It was beautiful!

“All right,” Riki said, some kind of authority in his voice Iason had never heard. Not once in all of the time he'd resided in Tanagura. “Turn me over.”

“For what purpose?” Iason asked.

“Turn. Me.” Riki's tone was definitely compelling. Iason reasoned that if he did not enjoy it, he would simply put them back here. And so he relented, reaching forward to free the pet's wrists from the manacles, then turning him so that Riki was laid beneath him, facing up. Since he did not want to leave the mongrel's body, he stretched one of Riki's legs to make room as he turned, and the mongrel gave him a lost little moan of awareness that made a pulse of pleasure run through him. It was a good start, Iason had to admit.

He smiled down at Riki, who only scowled at him, nodding towards his own shoulders. “Ankles. Here,” he instructed, and Iason lifted the mongrel's legs, holding his ankles near to his shoulders. Riki turned his knees out in some way so that Iason's elbows rested there, comfortable.

“Now move,” the pet said, hands on Iason's shoulders, nodding in encouragement. Iason tried it once, and the angle was much more conducive like this, he had to admit. Their relative height meant that Iason would have struggled to get this much depth the other way. Now he sank deep as he pressed back inside, the mongrel's body fitting him like a snug little glove. He was not ignorant either, having a full working knowledge of anatomy. Indeed, he'd used that knowledge against Riki the first time they met, and he knew this angle would suit his pet, that he would press against Riki's prostate. Yet somehow, all that mattered was that the pet wanted it, had encouraged him, and it added to his pleasure in such a wonderful way.

“Ohh... pet,” Iason moaned, realising belatedly that he had closed his eyes in sheer bliss. But it felt... it felt!

“Wow, you really know how to kill the mood, don't you?” Riki complained.

“You are mine,” Iason pointed out, not of the mind to deal with his pet's wayward comments just now.

“Whatever,” Riki said with a sigh, but then he moaned too, in response to Iason's movement, and it was heady to have such control over him.

“Pet...” Iason groaned again. He could not seem to think straight, and that had never happened to him. Not once.

“I just want you to know... I really, really hate you.” The mongrel's voice was sultry and yielding though. Iason continued to pursue the maddening flicker of sensation he had noticed. He felt it every time at the point of deepest connection before it danced away from him. Each time, a little closer to catching it.

“I know you do,” he managed to respond.

“Well, you could at least say it back, man,” Riki breathed. At last, Iason managed to open his eyes, and what he saw was wonderful; his pet spread out beneath him, his pupils so dilated, his body hot and moving in tandem with his own, despite his words.

“I cannot. I have never hated you,” Iason confessed.

“Oh, right. So this is how you treat your friends, is that it?” Iason was completely bewildered, and his brows drew together as he tried to reconcile what they were doing with how Riki talked to him.

“I do not have friends. Not in the sense that you mean it.” And yet, if he did have to name one, perhaps at this moment, he would name Riki. “Do you complain of your treatment here?”

Iason felt the contempt that Riki felt, in the sudden tightening of his muscles. They both moaned. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” the mongrel growled, furious.

“By all means, say what you think,” Iason purred, beginning to enjoy this part too. For all of his defiance, the pet was helpless beneath him, and Iason did not miss that fact. Indeed, it was becoming more delicious by the moment. Riki was his, and that suddenly meant more than having a slum mongrel to set upon the lambs that were the pet society of Tanagura. It meant more than having a pretty bauble to command lewd acts of, and to breed. It meant this was his, all the pleasure Riki's body provided him with. His, any time he wanted it. Briefly, Iason wondered if he would ever want to go to work again, then decided to deal with that annoyance in the morning.

“You know... sometimes I really think you aren't faking it,” Riki said, quietly exasperated. “You have no idea, and that's like the worst part.”

“You feel so good, pet,” Iason told him, ignoring his softly spoken words. “When I move in you like this,” he pulled back, and then thrust in again, “and you moan, I know you want it. All of it. All of me.”

“When I... what?” Riki said, suddenly confused. As if to answer, Iason touched the pet's lips with his fingertips.

“Seriously!” Riki rolled his eyes. “It's like you have a fetish about fingers and mouths or something,” he said, disdainful. Yet again, it was as if he knew something Iason did not, and his voice regained that authoritative quality it had held before as his eyes softened. “Come here, lean closer,” he instructed, gulping in slight fear when Iason did as he asked, looming up in front of his line of vision. “That's right,” Riki said, somewhat nervously, then he seemed to get over it, becoming calm again. “Close your eyes,” he ordered.

At the first touch of Riki's lips on his, Iason almost recoiled, but then it began to feel good. Right. Just as Riki licked out with his tongue, opening his mouth slightly. Iason opened his own mouth in surprise, and Riki took advantage immediately, that slick strong muscle delving in to writhe and twist against Iason's own. Oh, it was amazing, a reflection in miniature of what Iason was doing to the pet below. Quickly, he got with the idea, and all but pressed his pet into the bed, chasing Riki's tongue back into his own mouth, a sound of satisfaction coming from somewhere low in his chest as Riki's fingers tangled in his hair. Iason perfected the new technique in around five or six seconds, making Riki moan into the kiss.

“Hmmf...” Was all his pet could come up with now, and Iason smiled against his lips. “Mmm...”

Iason pulled back when he had explored Riki's mouth, feeling strangely affectionate all of a sudden, because Riki was willingly showing him these things.

“Never been kissed properly either, huh?” Riki asked, breathless, unwilling to concede to Iason's talent. “I am so going to regret all of this when the drugs wear off,” he said lightly. His eyelashes fluttered unconsciously as Iason looked down on him. “Say, do you think you could get some more?”

“Next time we do it without,” Iason told him. He would have the full Riki present for this next time, even if he was snarling and spitting. It would give him great pleasure to tame his pet to his touch without drugs.

“What is it with you and challenges?” Riki complained, pouting, but one of his hands dropped down to caress his own cock as Iason continued to fuck him. He noticed Iason watching, and opened his eyes wider. “What? Do you finally want a go?” he asked.

“Go?” Iason echoed, and then he understood, grinning as he knocked Riki's own hand aside, and curling his fingers around the straining length. The mongrel's response was magnificent, his body bucking up for Iason, inviting him in, his eyes closed and his neck twisted as he let loose the most erotic sounds, his fingers curled around Iason's hips to pull him closer. Better than any show in Tanagura.

“Yes!” Iason encouraged, and the sensation he'd been chasing began to loom larger, until Iason was aware it was much more encompassing than he'd ever supposed, but he did not stop. He had no fear. “Moan for me, pet... at my touch.”

“Iason!” Riki cried.

“Master,” Iason reminded him, squeezing a little too tightly with his hand, then relenting.

“Master! Master!” Riki called out without the slightest hint of his earlier sarcasm. Iason felt warmth and wet on his fingers, but he could not spare the attention to look down as Riki stared at him, clearly alarmed at his own impassioned cries. This moment, when Riki gave in to him, he was the perfect pet indeed. Iason shared in it, with every ounce of his being, and it was such a gift.

He continued to move his hand until the spurts stopped, and Riki hissed at him, eyes glittering and teeth bared, like some kind of wild animal. And yet the alarming impression left almost as quickly as it had arrived. Riki subsided back onto the bed, completely exhausted. “Master,” he said once more, without a bit of affectation, and the gathering sense of Iason's own end was suddenly upon him.

Iason was not exactly sure what happened. One moment, he was looking down at Riki, then he felt he had caught up to the thing he chased at last. It surrounded him, and he was sure he had thrown his head back. A sense of unstoppable victory unlike anything else had taken him over, and he'd spilled into the warm orifice of Riki's body as if it was a message he sent. This one is mine. He clutched the mongrel close in his arms as he pumped him full, actually growling in possessive fervour.

He came around still holding the mongrel close, head resting on Riki's shoulder, their bodies still joined, man and machine. He could feel the pet's fingers playing with his hair again. Perhaps now it was done, he was more sensitive, or noticed more, but he could feel the thundering vitality of Riki's life where their bodies were joined. It was almost unbearable.

“You are so sexy when you growl,” Riki said, still high enough to be flippant. Iason stole a look at his face.

“Are you going to drop the act now at last?” he asked, and Riki frowned.

“Act?” Riki was all innocence. Iason smirked.

“The swearing is very entertaining, but it is below your intelligence level.” Something quickened in Riki's eyes as they darkened, ominous, and for a moment they understood each other, almost as clearly as they had understood each other in that perfect moment.

“Consider it dropped,” Riki said, uncomfortable, and Iason rested his head again, happy to be in the pet's arms for a short while longer. Perhaps forever. Or at least until Riki began to come down from the morphine and realised what they'd done.

It came much too soon.


To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading – I hope you had as much fun as they did. :) Please leave a comment – I will always respond!

The aftermath will be next. Now that Iason has had what he wanted, Riki will be expecting to be let go. Oh, dear... I'm not sure how to break it to him. Let's hope Iason has some ideas. I'm pretty sure he will. He's got a basic kind of cruelty about him that won't hesitate to describe Riki's future to him in very clear, very concise terms.