Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal ❯ One-Shot

"Betrayal"

NC-17, Yaoi,NC,Lemon,Anal

Iason x Raoul

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.***

"Keep an eye on him. But don't let him see you. I don't want to spoil his sense of freedom."

Katze smiled, lighting up a smoke. "Understood. I had a feeling I'd be hearing from you."

"Katze. Be sure nothing happens to him." Iason's voice had lowered, filled with an urgency atypical for the usually rather detached, unaffected Blondie.

"I'm on it. Don't worry."

"I'll leave it in your hands, then." Iason hung up abruptly, having now arrived at the Emporium where he was to meet Raoul for a game of billiards. He was quite worried about Riki, who was going out into the streets of Tanagura for the first time. A week of relentless rain had prevented his pet from exercising his new freedom, but with the fair weather, there was no stopping the mongrel from making good Iason's promise. At least with Katze watching out for him, Iason could have some peace of mind.

Raoul was waiting for him in the private East Room. "How was traffic?"

"Typical," Iason answered.

"At least it's not a workday. I've set up, you want to break?"

"Fine."

"It's been awhile since we've done this. I'm glad you agreed to come. And I wanted to apologize--"

"Please, Raoul. Let's just leave it." With a sharp smack, Iason broke the billiards, sending several balls smartly into their pockets.

The two played together for a good part of the afternoon, breaking down much of the tension that had been building up between them over the past year and restoring the friendship that had kept them close for so many years. For his part, Raoul refrained from bringing up the subject that divided them most--Riki. Iason couldn't resist smiling at Raoul's witty banter; it was a side of him that Raoul rarely showed but that he especially liked.

Whether it was the wine or the pleasant afternoon, things began to get a little friendly between the old lovers. Sensing Iason's reception, Raoul came up behind him as Iason leaned over the table with his cue, pulling him close and kissing his neck, his hands running firmly down Iason's chest to his waist. "Iason. I want you...so badly."

Encouraged by Iason's failure to refuse his overtures definitively, he turned Iason to face him, then kissed him, careful to restrain his passion, and thrilled when Iason returned his kiss. He brought his hands up to Iason's face, cradling the Blondie's fair skin in his gloved hands.

Iason found Raoul's lips familiar, reassuring, and though they had not paired in many years, he immediately remembered what it felt like, tasted like, and a part of him...wished for it.

"Iason," Raoul whispered, then pulled off a glove with his teeth, unfastening Iason's trouser flap and apprehending the Blondie's unmistakable arousal with a slight smile. His own excitement mounting, Raoul began stroking him, exploring Iason's neck with an easy mastery that comes with familiarity, knowing full well exactly how his pairing partner liked to be pleasured.

"I know what you want," he whispered, and with a merciless trail of kisses along Iason's neck, Raoul knelt down.

Iason couldn't deny that he had welcomed Raoul's sexual advances. Perhaps because he was, for some reason, rather erotically charged that day. After all, what was the harm of it? Why should he not have a normal relationship with another Blondie? Yet as Raoul prepared to pleasure him in the way only Raoul really could, he looked down, suddenly wishing to see someone else kneeling before him. Riki.

"No," he said suddenly, moving away, and attempting to fasten his trousers.

Staring back at him in disbelief, Raoul rose to his feet. "Don't toy with me," he said, his voice betraying his fury.

"It's a mistake. I don't want it."

Raoul grabbed his arms. "You know that's a lie!"

"No, Raoul!" Iason struggled to break away, but found Raoul's grip increasing. "Let me go."

"No, Iason. It's too late. You can't take it that far, and then back out."

"Let go!"

Raoul's answer was to flip him over, unzipping his bodysuit and pulling it down. He slammed Iason onto the billiard table, sending balls flying and cracking. Iason's head hit the table, stunning him for a moment. Before he could respond, Raoul was already inside him, taking him, hard. "Raoul," he whispered, no longer struggling, having realized the futility of any resistance. He knew, from past experience, he was no match for Raoul's strength.

Roaul's breathing and moans increased. "Why...do you torment me?" he hissed.

Silent, Iason waited for Raoul to finish, reflecting now that an entire day of efforts toward restoring their friendship had been swept away. He wasn't even that angry with Raoul, just disappointed, and...hurt. As Raoul reached his peak, Iason found that he almost shuddered--not from sexual excitement, but from revulsion.

Raoul lay on him for a moment before releasing him. "Iason," he said finally. "I...don't know what to say."

"That makes two of us. Would you mind getting off me now?"

A strained silence followed as Iason got dressed.

"I'll zip you," Raoul offered, then, "what are you going to do?"

"Don't know," Iason answered curtly. "I should have you shipped out of Eos. Or worse."

"Iason--"

The Blondie held up a hand to stop further conversation. "Don't want to hear anything you have to say, Raoul." With that, he left the Emporium.

Riki was beside himself with excitement, finally walking the streets of Tanagura. It had been two years since he had been outside of Eos, and all the sights and sounds made him feel alive, almost like how he used to feel in the slums. Iason had put the extraordinary sum of 100,000 credits under his ID, so that he could make whatever purchases he desired. Heading immediately for a newsstand, he started to purchase his old brand of smokes and then realized that he could afford the most expensive, sought after smoke available--Dark Baccalias. The clerk checked his ID with the retina scan. "Iason Mink's pet, huh?" He looked Riki over, seeming a little surprised. The mongrel nodded slightly; a movement in his periphery had not escaped his notice, and when he heard someone whisper Iason's name, he glanced over to see a group of young men, studying him with dark interest.

He took the smokes and quickly walked away, aware almost immediately that he was being followed. He hadn't gone two blocks when they had moved up behind him. He spun around. "What do you want?"

Before the youths could make their demands known, a vehicle pulled up and from an open window a voice said, "Leave him alone or I'll shoot you all where you're standing." The gun protruding from the window left no mistake as to the validity of the threat. The boys took off, and Riki took a closer look at the occupant of the vehicle.

"Katze?"

"Get in."

Riki obeyed, then, seeing his tracer displayed on Katze's computer screen, sighed. "I see. So Iason had you follow me."

"He was only concerned that something like this might happen."

"He deliberately deceived me!" Riki punched the dashboard, furious.

"Calm down. Want a smoke?"

Remembering then his purchase, Riki took out his own smokes, holding out one to Katze.

"Dark Baccalias? My. Aren't we refined." Katze teased, accepting the smoke with a smile.

Riki sighed, lighting up, then taking a deep drag. "Very smooth," he conceded, closing his eyes.

"I concur," Katze said, in a mock sophisticated tone. "It has just the right combination of poisonous gases and addictive substances to appeal to my discerning palate."

Riki opened his eyes, smiling. "You're a total prick."

"At least I got you to smile."

Riki shook his head. "Fucking Iason," he muttered.

"Come on. Are you going to fault him for caring about you? There are not many Blondies that would even give a shit about what happened to their pets. Nor are there many that let their pets wander through the city."

"Whatever. I'm still pissed."

"Try not to take it out on the apartment. Although I'm not sure there's anything left to break. Speaking of which...why the fuck are you complaining about Iason having you followed when you got increased privileges rather than punishment after that fiasco?"

"Cuz I'm a spoiled brat, I guess."

"You're an asshole."

"Bastard."

"Mongrel."

"Furniture."

"Pet!"

Riki laughed, punching Katze in the arm.

"Ow, goddammit!" Katze suppressed a smile, holding his arm as though in incredible pain. "And here we are. I'm letting you off at Eos."

"What? I hardly went out at all!"

"Iason gave me strict orders that if anything happened, you had to come back."

"Fuck! Wait 'til he hears what I have to say about that." Riki scowled.

"That's between you two lovers. Although if you want some friendly advise, I wouldn't piss him off too often."

Riki got out of the car, slamming the door. "I don't fucking care if he gets pissed off or not."

"Have a lovely evening, then, you twisted fuck," Katze answered with a grin, driving off.

Riki shook his head, trying to stave off his rising anger. A newspaper blew by on the sidewalk and he kicked it in frustration. He felt as though Iason had betrayed him by promising him a freedom he never really intended to give. He knew one thing...he was going to let Iason know exactly how he felt about it....

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