Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Ai o Juten ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter Six

Riki soon fell asleep, exhausted by recent events. Meanwhile, Iason stayed awake, just as he had the last time the slumdog had spent the night in his bed. His mind raked over what had happened between them, and Iason Mink began to piece things together. Little things, and big things.

Just as Riki had accused him, Iason was indeed a sadist, at least in theory. He and the other Blondies had their pets enact things for their viewing pleasure which were beyond the willing imagination of most. They remained remote observers of the brutality, of the grunts and moans, the inarticulate cries, the sobbing and wailing. The pets were like animals, brought forth to fulfil a specific purpose – to perform – and they each of them did everything they were directed to do. Even if a Blondie had ever once thought of joining in, it would have been too distasteful and unedifying a spectacle, as of a human eating their own young.

Breeding them was a hobby, a mark of genteel respect to each other, and for the female pets it amused some Blondies to see them mounted, then grow large with offspring. Such had never appealed to Iason, yet he did not see anything wrong in it. That was the function and purpose of pets in the society of Eos.

But now, with Riki, a line had been crossed. The first thing to ponder: was it only with Riki? Iason thought of all the pets he had ever known, both his and those of others, and saw them in his mind's eye as if he were leafing through an academy catalogue. Many of them were aesthetically more beautiful than Riki, yet somehow they did not appeal to Iason's taste at all. As he thought this, he looked at the sleeping pet beside him, and felt a sharp spike of lust. He tried to pinpoint it, and decided at last the sensation had a cerebral root.

Which meant the pleasure he had experienced was all due to Riki. If he had bothered to try this with any other pet, it would have meant nothing. There would have been no burst of alacrity or desire. He would have felt nothing. Just as he felt nothing when he brought their images to mind.

Next, beginning with the tamest of penetrative acts, Iason appended the experience he had gathered to all the things he had been witness to and conflated them into a more intuitive whole. All those things he had ordered as if from a menu for entertainment. It did not take him long to determine that he would try them all with Riki, one by one. Beside him, the pet slept, oblivious to his fate's sudden drastic change of direction, at least for now.

Iason turned onto his side and pulled Riki backwards into his arms. The pet's body was warm and heavy, and he mumbled some nonsense in his sleep that Iason ignored as random firings of his synapses. Iason was a supreme combination of human and android, he was enhanced, yet his body was as close to organic as it was possible to be. Evolution had long ago solved the problem of using electrical signalling within a series of water-based biological systems. Indeed, the model was so efficient, Jupiter had replicated it to a large extent, with several improvements here and there, perfecting it and exploiting its potential.

That being the case, Iason's circulatory fluid did not have quite the same composition or appearance as Riki's, and his metal alloy skeleton, if longer lasting, was as purely mechanical as any structure composed of bone and cartilage. Yet he also had a beating heart, and the tempo of it increased by five-point-nine percent as he held Riki, the result of some aberrant signal from his brain. He should recalibrate it, but saw little urgent need, instead following the direction of his new found desire by pressing close to the mongrel's body.

Iason sighed. “Mine,” he said, out loud, somehow pleased by speaking it. His fingers tightened over Riki's ribs. “I will never let you go,” he confessed, to himself. “Not now that I know how you feel.” He was talking to himself, thinking of how it felt to be inside Riki, and yet... The pet's breathing quickened a little.

“You are awake, my pet,” he observed, smiling, though Riki could not see it.

“No,” Riki denied, his voice a mere whisper of nightmarish alarm. “I am only dreaming. I must be dreaming...”

He sighed. Then, as if he had convinced himself, the little things that showed he was conscious disappeared, and his breathing settled into the slow in and out of before. The drugs were still in his system, and were making him sleep. There would be no repeat of the morphine, Iason decided at once. Unless he wanted his pet to sleep of course.

The physical sensations bothered Iason. It should be impossible for him to respond physically to Riki. But then his body was controlled by his brain, and his brain was compromised. It occurred to him that Jupiter had given him a body that was so efficient and comprehensive – easily as good as the original template, even exceeding it in some areas – that those newly awakened parts of his brain had been able to make use of it. What was a body but a thing to carry one's brain around in, after all? What was it but a giant sensor, capable of supplying the brain with the information it needed about its environment? Moreover, was it really surprising that he should have unconscious thought processes, given that certain parts of his brain were still irrevocably human?

Perhaps not, but there were bodily chemical interactions at play here that Iason was sure were not possible. Not for him. He wondered briefly how his brain had managed to use his android form to synthesise or mimic them, then filed it away for further study later and at last applied himself to thinking about Riki. If the experience he'd had was even a tenth of that enjoyed by Riki, then it should be fairly easy to control him. Iason had a vast amount of knowledge about all kinds of things, human psychology included, and it did not escape his attention that sex could be used as a form of control. Indeed, that was why he'd had the “D” ring made for Riki, but now it all seemed to click much more easily. He didn't just know – he understood, and there was a vast world of difference.

The wash of humanity that sought out its pleasures in Midas occupied his thoughts for a while; most particularly, their predilections for the kind of power dynamics that were an echo of the natural inclinations that existed between Master and Pet. Between Blondie and human. Between himself and Riki. He still required training. He required instruction, for Iason realised Riki would need to attend at least one party. He would need to show Riki in order for him to be accepted amongst the others. But after that... after that he would keep Riki for his own, and his pet would learn to like it.

The plan was almost an afterthought, formulated easily once Iason had sifted through all the consequences of taking Riki for the first time. There would be many first times for them. Iason looked forward to finding out what his own favourites were.

By the time the light outside the window was greying with dawn, Iason had decided which one he wanted to try first. There was no real need to wake the mongrel for it. He set the ring to a low pleasure setting, but one which would restrict orgasm, then watched as Riki's cock filled out, thickening and darkening with blood. He moved down the bed silently.

His mouth actually watered, his saliva production ramping up in anticipation of what he was about to do. He'd seen it done many times – perhaps thousands – and he was aware of the techniques, but actually performing them would be new. Iason set to his task with relish. The mongrel's body would tell him if he was doing it correctly.

It took a few minutes of experimentation before Iason had perfected it, and then it became easy, yet still immensely pleasurable somehow. He was listening to the soft unconscious moans that drifted down the bed, proud of his ability to make Riki's cock pulse. How hot he was! And the fluid that leaked from him tasted intense, but divine. He flicked his gaze up the bed just as the pet opened his eyes.

Riki moaned as he awoke, then, slightly breathless: “What are you doing...?”

His hips moved, and Iason adjusted his weight to hold his pet's body down, allowing him to continue. He was experimenting with licking just now, slurping noisily, still watching the expression on his pet's face.

Riki groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead. “Why did you drug me?” Iason flickered his tongue. “Oh! Stop doi... fuck, what the hell am I saying?!”

His hands were in Iason's hair where it lay across his thighs, fingers twined in the ends of it. “Ignore me,” Riki said, his head twisting from side to side slowly. “Don't you dare stop.”

Iason took the length deep again, holding his breath easily, letting the hardness move back and forth a few times quickly. Riki's moans increased in tempo and pitch until he let out a strangled gasp, his hips twitching up despite Iason's restriction, yet he did not come.

“Ahhh! No! Please!” The mongrel sounded desperate, his cock still hard as ever in Iason's mouth as the ring did the job of restricting him. “N-no fair,” he moaned, then he actually sobbed, a piteous whining coming from his throat as Iason continued for a further twenty-one seconds before returning to the licking of before. The pet's balls were hard, drawn tight against his body. Iason played his fingertips over them, moved down a little to breathe on them, sucking on them lightly one by one. Riki keened in desperate need to come.

“It's too much! Please!” His hands were screwed into fists now, tangled in Iason's hair. His stomach muscles quivered constantly with near release. Yet only when Iason had enough did he move back. The mongrel's cock was almost purple. Iason released him from the restriction of the pet ring, then watched in interest as he climaxed immediately, his body jerking about on the bed before Riki cupped his genitals with his hands and rolled over onto his side, groaning.

“You enjoyed it,” Iason said, knowing he was right. The proof was right there in front of him, strings of it over Riki's chest and stomach.

“No, I didn't,” he argued, sullen. “Your drugs gave me a headache, and besides you made me wait too long.”

“You must learn to control yourself instead of relying on the ring,” Iason noted, ignoring the lie, earning himself a baleful glare.

“Hey, fuck you, dickhead,” the mongrel said, still not recovered enough to move. Iason swirled his fingers through the mess he had made, then put them to his own lips as Riki watched him in disbelief and arousal. It tasted salty, and the texture was strange, yet it made him feel another spike of want, this time more urgent. Iason licked his fingers clean, then sighed in pleasure.

“Next time, I shall drink from you directly, pet,” he said, already looking forward to it, amused by the dilation of the mongrel's pupils that betrayed his lust. “But for now, I require a different kind of satisfaction.” He turned the mongrel onto his back again, pondering the issue of lubricant. There were some of those foil packets left, and Iason ripped one of them open, letting it dribble onto his fingers. This time he would touch first; even that thought seemed to excite him, a foreshadowing of how it would feel to take Riki again.

Riki watched him, dark eyes smouldering with anger and sexual fulfilment. Then he suddenly seemed to realise Iason's intention, and he pushed himself up the bed with his heels, huddling against the headboard. Iason frowned, displeased.

“If you require it, I will chain you again,” he said. Riki only glowered. “Or else I could have Daryl come and hold you still for me,” Iason suggested pleasantly.

“You wouldn't!” The mongrel shivered, his eyes flicking around as if for some kind of escape, but did not fight as Iason pulled him back down the bed by his ankles. Without dallying any longer, Iason took the time to make sure the lubricant was spread inside his pet. He explored too, pressing his fingers against the springy muscle inside, feeling it give way to the firmness of his touch, and again he felt that promise of pleasure to come. Riki's eyelashes fluttered closed as he gasped and grunted, clenching his teeth hard. It seemed the purposeful penetration put him beyond speech – interesting. But then as soon as Iason had finished he began talking again.

“You're supposed to let me go,” Riki whined. “I didn't agree to a round two.”

They both knew it was wishful thinking. Iason had explained the terms to him very adequately when he'd given Riki the pet ring. When Iason gave him no response, instead using another packet of lubricant on himself, the mongrel began to babble desperately, talking faster and louder. “We had a deal, and you agreed to it, and even though it took you ages, we've done it now, right? It's over...”

The pet whimpered when Iason pushed up Riki's knees, positioning himself. “B-but it's over,” he said again, disbelieving, almost pleading. Riki's breath hitched as soon as Iason began to press inside him, and Iason was watching all the while as his cock disappeared inside the heated clench of the pet's body. Ah! There is was again! Bliss... Iason smiled despite himself, then switched his gaze to look at Riki's face.

“You are wrong, pet. This is merely the beginning for us.” As he spoke, he sank further and further inside, unable to keep in a moan of sheer ecstasy. He moved a couple of times, slowly, not wishing to hurt – at least, not yet – and he became aware of a maddening clutch of muscle around him, as if Riki was trying to push him out. It was different to how it had been the night before, when the morphine had made the mongrel's body still and relaxed.

“Stop that, pet!” he ordered. “Do not struggle.”

The mongrel looked alarmed beneath Iason, shaking his head. “But I'm not! I swear it!”

Iason tilted his head, remembering how Riki had lied to him before. “I can feel it,” he said, his voice stern. “Your body is twitching. It makes me want to be ruthless with you, and believe me you don't want that. Stop it.” Iason thought that was quite a considerate warning, and it was the truth, something about the way it felt made him want to take Riki hard and fast. It incited him, the way Riki himself did.

“But that... I mean, it...” Riki looked up at him, hesitant, his soul in those dark eyes as his cheeks flushed with colour. He gulped, then shivered, shaking his head slightly as if he could not believe what he was saying. “But that's how it's supposed to feel,” he managed at last, almost pleading for Iason to understand. “I'm not a toy, or a pet. I'm alive, and that's how you know. I'm not doing it on purpose. My body is doing it.”

“I see,” said Iason, needing to employ a little more restraint than he had expected, moving slowly in and out, staring deeply into the mongrel's eyes. The pleasure was indescribable, this second time he was expecting the riot of response in himself, and yet it did not dim or fade, but seemed to him golden and intense. It brightened in him like the sunrise outside the window. He smiled at Riki's halting explanation. “Your body wishes for more of me,” he stated with pleasure.

Riki's eyes widened, and the moment stretched out before them, almost seeming to slow, then it was gone.

“No!” Riki cried as Iason became more fierce, his thrusts actually moving the mongrel somewhat. The pet dragged long noisy breaths into his lungs, expelling them with frantic cries and snarls, and now he did fight, his legs kicking out at either side of Iason's body, fists pummelling his shoulders until he grabbed Riki's wrists and held them down. His body arched to throw Iason off, bending upwards from the bed, which had the unfortunate result – at least for Riki – of enhancing Iason's pleasure.

There was a low rumbling growl, and at first Iason didn't even realise it was coming from him, until the mongrel ceased to struggle beneath him. He only kept up the punishing pace for that long, around forty-four seconds, less than a minute, but he was sure it must have seemed much longer to Riki.

There were tears on the pet's face, though he had not been crying. They had spilled in response to the pain and shock. Iason leaned down to lick at them, finding the taste salty and warm. He let his tongue run right up to Riki's eyelashes and closed eyelids, teasing very lightly there with the tip of his tongue, tracing the rounded spheres within. He let the mongrel's wrists go, pleased when Riki's arms embraced him, warm palms flat against his back.

“D-don't,” Riki whimpered. Iason smiled and kissed both of Riki's closed eyes before moving back a little.

“You prefer it when I am gentle,” he observed. He did not stop the slow lovemaking, but dipped his head to place little kisses all over Riki's face, moving down near his left ear, nuzzling into his neck. Riki moaned. The skin there was soft as finest velvet. Iason turned his head slightly to appreciate it, feeling the pet's earlobe brush against his cheek.

“What else do you like?” he pondered, to himself. He licked at Riki's neck, savouring the gasp that it produced. The pet's body was trembling around him as if longing to be subdued again. Iason mouthed open kisses against Riki's pulse. That seemed to tremble for him too, the skin quivering as Iason laid a hand flat over the mongrel's chest, where his heart was, revelling in his ownership of this beautiful, rebellious thing that was Riki the Dark of Ceres.

“Bite me...” Riki whispered.

At first, Iason thought the pet was being flippant again, and ignored him, still teasing with his lips and tongue until Riki said it again, as if begging. To bite... just like an animal. the very idea made him quicken, the enormity of climax drawing closer again like the end of all things. But not like this...

Iason pressed as deeply into Riki as he could, then slid hands beneath him, under his legs, taking hold of the pet's shoulders from behind in the manner of an embrace. Iason raised himself up on his knees, bringing Riki with him, maintaining their intimate connection. Iason's pet grasped for purchase, pressing close with his arms around Iason's neck at the sudden change in position which left him completely under Iason's control.

“Let go,” Iason instructed. “Lean back onto my arms. I will hold you.” He nudged upwards as encouragement, and Riki moaned, his grip loosening. “Let your head fall back,” he whispered, bowing his own head to nuzzle against the pet's neck again.

At last the mongrel obeyed, letting his arms fall away until they hung down loosely behind him, fingertips just trailing on Iason's knees. He gave Iason access to his neck, swallowing thickly, his adam's apple standing proud in his throat. “I will fall!” he breathed, afraid, just the hint of a voice behind the words, vibrating deeply against Iason's lips.

Iason let his hands and arms tighten a little. “You will not,” he said, dismissive, then returned to his prize, with the happy addition of having Riki's body exactly where he wanted it.

Oh, it was so easy like this. He could use his arms to move Riki on him, spearing him with his cock over and over while he prepared to bite. Not too deeply, just enough to leave a mark. It did not escape his attention that Riki was hard again, his cock jutting out, eager, pressing against the hard muscle of Iason's stomach. He ran his tongue over his teeth, then let his pet have it, returning to the left side to leave his mark, worrying a good pinch of skin with his teeth while he sucked hard.

The way it made Riki's body feel was glorious. Iason was hardly aware of the sounds the mongrel was making, or the way his muscles kept tensing up. He felt fabulous! The inside of his body was clinging to Iason's cock like a sucking mouth, almost as if trying to draw climax from him. The end was closer, but not too close Iason didn't have the chance to lift his lips and observe the bruise he had made. It looked right on the pet, spectacular. So much so he couldn't resist making another one just beside it.

There was a sudden sensation of warmth against his stomach as Riki climaxed for the second time, and the contractions of the mongrel's body bore Iason with them into the crashing waves of release. He wasn't aware of laying Riki back down on the bed, and yet when he came back to himself they were how they had begun, with Iason on top.

He lay still for a moment or two, enjoying the feeling of being close to the mongrel. But there was a new day, and eventually Iason pulled out, gone soft again. Riki did not say anything. He was quiet, covered in his own essence, as what passed for Iason's trickled out of him, making a wet spot on the sheets. His hands were thrown up, apparently in surrender, at either side of his head. One side of his neck bore two largish deep red bruises. Iason was very satisfied with his pet indeed. He smiled, and for a moment he wished he had time to decorate his pet further, imagining a line of bruises that would sweep down over his chest and stomach.

“I must work today, as every day, but I shall think about having you again all the time while I am there.”

Riki blinked where his head was turned to the side, and his fingers twitched, but he said nothing. Iason reached down and took his jaw in a light grip, turning it so he could look into Riki's eyes. “I will instruct Daryl to prepare you again so we need not wait when I return.”

At last there was a response, as the mongrel huffed and closed his hands into fists. His eyes glittered like polished onyx. “Turn me in,” he demanded. “I got caught stealing, right? Fair and square. Hand me over to the authorities. I'm not your damn sex slave!”

He surged to sit up, wincing slightly, and swung his legs to sit on the side of the bed, hunched over, his weight on his hands. Iason stood, and then placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Those words inflamed him in some way. Sex slave. “Oh, but that is exactly what you are, pet,” he said, and he felt Riki shudder. “If you give Daryl any trouble today, I will have no mercy on you. Think on it carefully, Riki the Dark.”

He raised his hand a little, and scrunched his fist in Riki's hair, forcing his head back. Iason leaned down and kissed him deeply, to leave him in no doubt of his position. When he pulled back Riki's eyes were closed, dark lashes trembling on his cheeks, mouth open slightly, lips wet – and yet he did not seem docile at all. Riki had the unnerving ability of making one think of a black storm cloud.

Iason let him go and went to shower. When he was dry and dressed, ready for his day, Riki did not appear to have moved at all, though his eyes followed Iason around the room as if ready to bolt if he came near.

“Use the shower,” he instructed. “You are covered in our fluids.”

He left, pausing to give Daryl his instructions, then went about his day. As he had prophesied, a part of him did think about having Riki all day, but it did not affect his performance. He resisted the urge to watch, knowing Daryl would alert him if anything was amiss.

When he returned home, Riki was stood waiting, ready for him, just as he had instructed. It seemed, at first glance, as if the mongrel had been no trouble at all...


To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading – I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As usual comments and responses are much loved and cherished.