Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Day of Atonement--Part Two ❯ One-Shot

"Day of Atonement-Part Two"

NC-17, Spank, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal,Oral,Rim

Iason x Riki

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.***

PART TWO of TWO PARTS.

Riki was absolutely melting from Iason's kiss. It truly seemed as though the Blondie had never kissed him so sweetly before, his tongue tracing slow circles around the mongrel's tongue, gently prodding his mouth open for complete access. His passion was gentle but insistent, becoming increasingly urgent, one hand stroking his pet's face or running through his hair. With a moan, Iason pulled away.

"I want you again, pet," he whispered.

Riki smiled. Although they had both climaxed just minutes before, it had been part of his punishment, and he was anxious for some real pleasure at the hands of his Blondie master. Iason was formidable when it came to discipline, but he was just as masterful in the ways of sexual love. From the G-strap he had inherited a second healthy erection, and he was more than willing to obey Iason's every command. And they were making up for four days of lost time together, a separation that both of them had keenly felt.

"What do you want?" Riki asked, his voice low and seductive.

Smiling, the Blondie rolled onto his back, pulling his pet onto him, and then turning his head to the side to expose his neck. With gentle nibbles and kisses, the mongrel began exploring his master's throat, flicking his tongue in erotic trails up to his ear, where he bit gently on his earlobe. With a series of gasps, Iason closed his eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that swept over him. Riki had learned how to stimulate him perfectly; now the mongrel's hand slid down to that particular place below his pelvic bone that Iason couldn't resist, stroking him at the same time he ravished his neck.

With a soft moan, he rested his hands on Riki's shoulders, pushing him firmly to signal his desire. His pet dutifully began a trail of kisses and bites from his chest to his abdomen, then worked his way lower with his tongue, exploring the entire region. He moved between his master's legs and, hooking both hands behind his knees, pushed his thighs towards his shoulders for better access to the Blondie's most sensitive region. Then with deliberate slowness, he pleasured him with his tongue, leaving no place unexplored or unmolested, a project that Iason commented on through a series of gasps and moans. Then he swirled his tongue around his master's portal, flicking it tantalizingly until finally thrusting it inside.

"Riki," Iason moaned, delighted.

Next he let the Blondie's legs back down and moved higher to begin pleasuring his sex organ, which was now fully engorged. He slipped one hand around the shaft and began licking the very tip, swirling around slowly on just the head, the way Iason liked it. He let his tongue glide the entire length of the Blondie's member, then, after wetting his fingers, pressed the head up to his lips, parting his lips slowly, as though reluctantly, allowing just the head inside. Holding him there for a moment, he began wiggling his tongue, and, at the same time, he slid his fingers into the Blondie's inner sanctum, thrusting into its hot wetness.

Iason cried out, almost startling his pet, who paused for a moment.

"Lie facedown on the bed," Iason whispered, almost gasped.

A little surprised that his master had something else in mind, Riki obeyed, glancing back to see what Iason was doing.

The Blondie was on his knees, looking down at the mongrel's body with an intense lust he hadn't seen in quite awhile. He was stroking himself and looked about ready to climax.

Pushing his legs together firmly, Iason straddled him, then pressed himself up to his pet, wiggling around until he found the entrance he sought. He pressed in just a bit to position himself, then pinned Riki's arms behind his back with one hand while he guided himself inside him with the other. He slid inside easily, quickly, his pet already lubricated from his own essence. Iason looked down, watching his shaft sink past his pet's punished flesh into the sweet embrace within and a long moan escaped his lips. His body slowly undulating as he fucked his prostrate pet, the Blondie was pure erotica in motion.

This was Iason's favorite position, and having just punished his pet, the markings of discipline were prominently displayed on Riki's reddened bottom, with raised areas and various markings from the ruler and the strap evidencing the extent of the punishment. He found the sight enormously stimulating. He reviewed in his mind administering the punishment, with his pet kicking and screaming over his knee as he spanked him, then writhing on the bed under the fury of the G-strap. Shuddering, he moaned again.

"Oh pet," he said brokenly, "You complete me."

Then, before Riki could really respond, Iason threw back his head and vocalized his release, which, from the sound of it, was nothing short of spectacular.

Glad for his release, but desperate for his own, his pet wiggled up to his master, thrusting against his leg. Laughing softly, Iason began stroking him. "Tell me what you want, pet."

"Can I fuck you?" the mongrel asked, emboldened by his own lust.

Smiling, the Blondie nodded his agreement, exciting his pet so much that he stood up on the bed, trying to decide what to do.

Iason laughed again. "What are you doing, love?"

"Trying to decide…how I want to take you." Then smiling, he fell back onto the bed. "Turn over-get on your hands and knees. And now scoot back a bit, so you're almost off the end of the bed."

The Blondie did so, and Riki rolled off the bed and stood behind his master's beautiful bare ass.

"Now, put your head down on the bed…yes…just like that." Grinning, Riki simply enjoyed the view for a moment, then pressed himself up to the inviting portal. Running his hands down Iason's hips and thighs, he shivered with anticipation.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he announced, then plunged himself full strength into the Blondie, groaning from the intense physical pleasure of his master's tight grip.

"Oh yeah…fucking yes," Riki moaned, spreading his own legs apart a bit to increase his stability. There was nothing in the world that could possibly compare to fucking a Blondie, he decided. When Iason began contracting and squeezing against him, it was all too much. "Fucking Jupiter…oh fuck, Iason…that's so fucking good!" And, much sooner than he wanted it to end, the mongrel released his lust into the irresistible tightness of his master's sanctum with a loud, broken cry.

Riki fell forward onto Iason's back and for a few moments just remained there before finally withdrawing and joining the Blondie on the bed. Iason pulled him close. "I think you liked that, pet," he said, softly.

"It was fucking awesome…as always. I'm jealous of your ass. How the fuck do you do that?"

Iason's answer to that was a soft laugh, as he kissed Riki on the cheek.

"Iason," Riki began.

"Yes, my love?"

"What did you mean…when you said I complete you?"

The Blondie paused for a moment, puzzling over this, then remembered what his pet referred to. "I meant, as master and pet, we are one unit."

"Oh." Riki paused for a moment. "Did you fuck your other pets?"

"That's not your concern," Iason said, then, seeing his pet's pout, chuckled, touching a finger to his nose. "But I'll tell you. No. You are the only one."

"Why me?"

Iason sighed. It was a question he had asked himself many times. "I am not sure, Riki."

He got out of bed and put on his silk lounge pants, something that he hardly ever wore but which accentuated his exceptionally well-sculpted upper body; the mongrel marveled over the incongruency of his long blonde-nearly white-hair, which seemed delicate and feminine against the masculinity of his rippling muscles. "I could do with some wine, and we both need dinner."

"It's all ready, Daryl told me what to do," Riki answered, getting up and tugging on his pants. He was thinking about how much he wanted a smoke. He picked up his shirt and, before he realized what was happening, he watched with horror as the small little pill Katze had slipped him rolled across the floor and spun around a few times before settling down. He glanced up to see Iason puzzling over it. Then the Blondie's eyes met his and a look of comprehension and anger flashed onto his face.

Riki lept forward to retrieve it but Iason was equally fast. Though the mongrel managed to snatch it up, his Blondie master grabbed his wrist and painfully began squeezing. "Drop it." Though he tried with all his might, he couldn't resist the strength of the Blondie, and so finally Riki opened his hand with a little yelp of pain.

Iason caught the pill as soon as it dropped, but continued to hold onto Riki's wrist. He examined it, then sighed. "An Opiate-3, Riki? Where did you get this?"

Riki refused to answer.

"I said, where did you get this?" Now Iason's voice was louder, harsher. "Answer me, pet!" When the mongrel remained silent, he sighed. "I see. You had in mind taking some of the sting out of your punishment, when I've made it clear to you that discomfort is part of the discipline. And now you refuse to answer me or divulge your source. Well then, pet. I guess tonight's punishment isn't over after all. You're in for another spanking."

Iason pulled him toward the bed, but Riki fought him, pulling against him with all his strength. "No, Iason! Please!"

But he was no match for the Blondie, who was already sitting down on the edge of the bed, preparing to position his pet over his knee.

"My arm!" Riki suddenly yelled, and Iason, fearing that he had dislocated his injured shoulder, immediately let go of his wrist.

It was just the opportunity the mongrel had hoped for. Dashing out of the room, he ran through the penthouse, desperate to find someplace to escape another punishment session at the hands of his Blondie master.

"Riki!" Iason snapped, furious, taking off after him.

Without even thinking about it, his pet made for the observatory, realizing as he stumbled up the steps that he was trapping himself. When he reached the top he locked the door and entered in random numbers, hoping to jam the access board. He could hear Iason coming up the steps slowly, as though he knew his pet had no escape. "Now this is going to be so much worse for you," he warned.

Riki looked around and, out of desperation, grabbed a towel and picked up one of the chairs, hurling it toward the observatory sphere. The glass shattered, and he threw the towel onto the broken glass, peering out at what appeared to be a ledge encircling the observatory. Now hearing that Iason had unlocked the door, he stepped out onto the ledge, which suddenly seemed much more narrow than it had looked from inside. He crept along the ledge a few feet until he came to the side of the building, realizing that he was trapped. He looked down and almost passed out when he saw how high up he was.

"Riki!" Iason shouted, running towards the broken glass. Seeing his pet on the ledge, huddled next to the wall, he immediately got out onto the ledge, holding out his arm. "Give me your hand!"

Too frightened to move, Riki simply stared back, eyes wide. He was more afraid of falling than anything, but at the same time he had no desire to move closer to the Blondie who intended to punish him. With a few graceful steps, the Blondie was close enough to gather his pet with one arm, balancing him on his hip like a child, then carrying him inside.

He hugged him tight-almost painfully so-for a long moment, then set him on the ground firmly and then shook him furiously. "What were you thinking? You could have been killed!"

Then he yanked down Riki's trousers, spanking him on the spot, just enough to let his pet know how angry he was before he dragged him over to the sofa and turned him over his knee. Though his pet had unfortunately already been thoroughly punished that night, there was no helping some major correction now; his foolishness and disobedience had almost led to a disastrous outcome, not to mention the fact that he had been deceptive and unruly and had broken expensive panels in the observatory sphere.

So despite Riki's heartwrenching yelps and cries, the Blondie gave him the full force of his arm, a spanking that was nearly intolerable for the already sore mongrel.

"That was the stupidest thing you've ever done, Riki," he scolded. "And how dare you run away from me like that! It would have been much easier on you if you had taken your punishment downstairs. Naughty pet!"

In his misery, the only thing his pet could do was take it, and pray that it would end soon. Eventually it did end, and then Iason lifted him up gently and pulled him close. Riki sobbed, burying his face in his master's chest, hiding beneath his hair.

"There now," Iason soothed.

"I hate you," Riki sobbed.

Iason's gentle touch was reassuring as he stroked his back. "Surely you know why I had to punish you," he said, softly, then sighed. "All you have to do is be obedient, pet. Is that really so hard?"

"You're…mean," Riki sniffed.

The Blondie smiled. "Now, now. I'm exactly as mean as I need to be to keep you in line."

"You…don't care about me at all."

"Oh, Riki. If anything had happened to you…." Now he hugged him tightly, closing his eyes. "I care about you more than anything else in this world. I have to punish you sometimes for your own good."

Sighing, his pet began playing with Iason's hair, desperately wanting his master's love and approval. Iason, sensing his pet's change of mood, bent down and kissed him softly on the lips.

For a long time they sat there together, the Blondie comforting his miserable pet under a star-filled sky, bathed in the light of the twin moons Ios and Erphanes.

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