Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Emergence ❯ One-Shot

"Emergence"

NC-17, Yaoi,BDSM,D/s,Oral,Lemon,Anal

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.***

Riki had paced restlessly the entire day, beside himself with aggravation. He was desperate to get out of the penthouse, or at least gain access to the balcony, his private haven. To exacerbate matters, Iason had been working extraordinarily long hours the past two days, which frustrated his ability to confront his Blondie master about the issue. The previous day had not proved convenient for such a confrontation, given Iason's punishment of Daryl. Riki was still angry about that--particularly about being the one who had to administer it.

Finally exhausted, he sat slumped in Iason's favorite chair, watching Daryl, who moved through the penthouse as though nothing had happened the day before.

"Daryl," he said. "I'm sorry...I know I hurt you."

Daryl smiled. "You were only following Master's orders, Sir Riki. I've done the same to you."

"That's true," the mongrel conceded. "You have quite an arm, too."

"As do you. But--I hope you'll forgive my saying--it's nothing compared to Sir Iason. That's why I was so glad it came from you."

"Are you insulting my disciplining capabilities?" he smiled.

"No, you were most unpleasant." Daryl leaned against the bar, his arms crossed on his chest.

"You're right, though. Iason is a wicked bastard when it comes to punishment. I assume he gave you those scars on your back"

Daryl blinked. "Those? Oh, no. Not at all. In fact, Sir Iason rescued me from the master that did that."

Surprised at this revelation, Riki sat up. "He...rescued you?"

"Yes. I was being punished because I had tried to sneak out to visit my sister. Sir Iason had come to see my master on business and, finding him so occupied, offered to buy me on the spot. Thank Jupiter my master agreed; I've been with Sir Iason ever since."

"Has he ever disciplined you before yesterday?"

"Certainly, in the beginning, when I was more rebellious...like you," he said with a smile. "But nothing like the whippings I endured under my first master."

Riki pondered this for a moment. "So...you have a sister, Daryl?"

The brown-haired, grey-eyed youth hung his head, silent.

Riki, sensing his discomfort on the subject, took out his smokes and lit one up.

"Sir Riki, I told you, the Master does not allow you to smoke inside."

"The Master can go fuck himself. I can't go outside to smoke and I can't wait any more."

As he took a deeply satisfying drag, the door hummed open and Iason entered. Upon perceiving Riki engaging in the impermissible activity, he sighed.

"Pet. I have told you. Smoking is forbidden inside."

"Then give me back my access privileges," he snapped, and then, under his breath added, "asshole."

"Good evening, Sir Iason," Daryl said, rather too loudly.

"Riki. Put it out. Now."

"Fuck you, Iason. Have you any idea what it's been like, being cooped up in here all day? And now you're telling me I can't smoke?" Riki took another deliberately long drag.

"Sir Riki," Daryl whispered, "you'd better do what he says. He's not in a good mood."

"I don't fucking care what his mood is. I'm finishing this smoke whether he likes it or not."

The Blondie made no reply to this, but simply stood, hand on one hip, staring at his pet's rebellion in disbelief.

"Would you...like some wine, Sir?" Daryl asked, desperately trying to deflect the situation.

Ignoring him, Iason began slowly walking toward Riki, who continued to smoke.

"I told you to put that out," he said, his voice low and menacing.

"And I told you to go fuck yourself. Give me my access privileges back!"

Now Iason reached down, grabbing Riki's wrist so tightly that his pet dropped the smoke with an anguished yelp. Stepping on it to put it out, Iason then bent and picked up the extinguished butt, holding it up between his middle two fingers. "Was this really worth it, Riki? Don't you know what it will cost you?"

Now Riki lept to his feet, giving Iason a furious push. "Bastard!" he yelled, pounding his fists onto the Blondie's chest. "I hate you! I'm sick of all your bullshit! Caging me up like this!"

In an effortless motion, Iason took hold of his pet's wrists, pinning them behind his back. He leaned close to his face. "This is just going to make it worse for you."

"Iason," Riki pleaded. "Just let me go onto the balcony. I can't stand it."

"Now's not the time to be discussing your access privileges. The topic now is how you'll be punished."

He sat down in the chair, positioning Riki firmly on his lap, still pinning his hands behind him.

"Daryl. Bring me that wine now."

He pulled his pet against him so that he could whisper in his ear. "It's been awhile since you've been quite this deliberately naughty. Actually daring to strike me. Oh pet. I'm so looking forward to punishing you tonight. I can't wait to hear you beg for mercy."

"You...twisted fuck." Despite his sharp words, Riki's voice betrayed rising fear and uncertainty.

"Yes...you should be afraid. After last night, you certainly know what the G-strap can do. I'm quite anxious to try it out on you. My guess is you'll be quite responsive--you're still bruised, I think? Which is why I'm so surprised you're so eager for punishment tonight."

"Iason...you can't keep me caged up like an animal. I'll fucking go out of my mind. Please."

"It's too late to talk your way out of being punished, pet. And your little rebellion was not the best way to introduce the issue."

"You're...a fucking asshole."

"I admire the way you're not afraid to dig yourself in deeper. Are there any more insults you want to try out? You seem eager for tonight's punishment to be especially severe."

Angry and frustrated, Riki now spat out the first thing that came to mind, something he knew would really rile his Blondie master. "I enjoyed sucking off Raoul. More than you." A complete lie, but an assertion he knew would enrage Iason.

After a stunned silence, Iason laughed in a low, menacing way that turned Riki's stomach.

"Oh, pet. You're really in for it."

"Your wine, Sir," Daryl said, his hands shaking as he offered his Blondie master the glass.

"Daryl. Bring me the G-strap."

"What did you expect me to do, Iason? Dammit. I went the whole fucking day without smoking. You have to know that's torture."

The Blondie made no reply, sipping his wine with a slight smile.

"What are you smiling about? Fuck," the mongrel fell silent for a moment, now realizing his imminent peril. "Iason, how about we settle this another way? Let me suck you...just how you like it." With uncharacteristic aggression, Riki turned and nuzzled Iason's neck, kissing and then biting him gently.

Though his pet's offer and advances elicited a tempting surge of carnal agitation, Iason wasn't about to abandon his chance to put his pet under the G-strap. "Yes, you will pleasure me the way I like it. After you've been punished, pet."

Daryl had now returned with the implement, and held it out to him, hands trembling. Putting down his wine glass, he took the G-strap, then set Riki on his feet, releasing him. He stood up, walked toward the bar and then turned. With an assertive, almost violent flip of his wrist, he activated the G-strap, its intimidating hum and golden aura mesmerizing his now visibly anxious pet. Iason stood, one hand on his hip, the G-strap slowly undulating like a snake in his other hand, his eyes dark with anger.

"Get undressed."

"You're a fucking prick!"

"Not helping you, pet. Undress. Now."

Riki obeyed angrily, throwing his clothes with obvious frustration.

"Face the dining table, palms on the table."

As the mongrel reluctantly complied, Iason was somewhat surprised to see the dark bruises along his pet's buttocks and thighs. This was going to hurt Riki quite a bit, and he marveled at his pet's rebellion in view of his compromised state.

He approached his pet. "Spread your legs more," he said, then began snapping the G-strap for effect. He was consumed with a sudden desire to take his pet, positioned so invitingly against the table, his flesh bearing the marks of his recent punishment.

"Not that it will make any difference, but is there anything you'd like to say, Riki? Retract one of your comments, perhaps?"

His pet turned and shot him a black look. "Fuck you, Iason."

"I see." Iason smiled, though he felt a new infusion of anger rising to disrupt his composure. He flipped the G-strap threateningly a few times, observing Riki's flinching with some satisfaction.

"Pet. You're going to be punished now." With that, Iason took a step back, then with all his strength sent the G-strap flying, striking Riki's buttocks with a deafening crack.

Riki cried out in agony, unable to believe the intensity of the pain. "Holy Jupiter," he whispered in despair.

"You have such a short memory when it comes to discipline, Riki." Iason whipped his arm back and struck his pet again, and then again, relishing his pet's anguished cries and desperate appeals for mercy.

The Blondie paused, pacing, and flicking the strap with fearsome cracks designed to terrorize his pet.

"Iason...it's unbearable," Riki breathed.

"You had plenty of opportunities to obey me, pet, and each time you chose to deliberately challenge my authority. Now you must accept the consequences and bear your punishment."

"Please...please stop, Iason," his pet pleaded. "I'm begging you."

"No, pet. I must teach you to submit completely to me. You behaved disobediently, and now I must punish you accordingly."

"It's enough punishment! Please, Iason! I can't take any more!"

"I'll decide when it's punishment enough. And you'll take it, pet."

Iason then delivered a thorough strapping to the miserable mongrel, who voiced his torment in increasingly ragged cries. Riki, while in utter agony from his master's punishing blows, was experiencing a perplexing phenomenon. He was becoming decidedly sexually aroused--rather extraordinarily so--having developed an erection that felt ready to burst. The confusion of the simultaneous sensory inputs of painful and pleasurable sensations now affected his cries, which changed from near screams to anguished moans.

Iason watched his pet's developing arousal with delight. Though he couldn't see Riki's erection, he could tell by the way his pet pushed his hips back from the table, and from the way his breathing had changed as well as his altered cries that he was stimulated. The Blondie had found this particular session of discipline particularly arousing as well, and now he found himself frequently adjusting himself, anxious for sexual gratification.

With a flick of his wrist, he switched off the G-strap, tossing it aside. Riki remained in position, moaning.

"Turn around," he said, softly.

Slowly, his pet complied, his face now contorted with lust. "What did you do to me?" he whispered.

"The G-strap has a special feature," he replied. "Perhaps you can guess what it is."

"Iason...fuck...I really need..." Riki reached down and began stroking himself.

The Blondie walked toward him with a smile. Riki leaned back against the table. "Please...touch me," he begged, spreading his legs further and presenting himself with a thrust of his pelvis.

Iason complied, taking hold of his pet's engorged organ and offering a few tantalizing strokes as Riki gasped. "I really need to come," he whispered.

Iason leaned close. "You'll pleasure me first, pet."

"Anything. Iason, please."

"Take me in your mouth." Iason unfastened his trousers, revealing his own matured erection.

Riki dropped to his knees and began exploring him hungrily, passionately, as though he could not get enough of his Blondie master. Stopping a brief moment to wet his finger in his mouth, he inserted it enticingly past Iason's portal, thrusting in a decidedly seductive manner. This was something his pet had never done before, and Iason closed his eyes, overcome with the intensity of the sensations that swept over him. His pet's tongue and mouth were mercilessly pleasuring him, his finger offering a new erotic dimension to the experience.

"Oh pet," he breathed, and then, before he had meant to, he climaxed in the mongrel's mouth.

Riki stood up, his eyes shining. "I need you," he said urgently, holding his erection in one hand. "Please...suck me."

Smiling at his pet's mongrel-style request, Iason knelt down gracefully, sitting back on his heels. Eagerly, Riki pushed his organ up to his lips. "Lick me...ahh...yes. Like that." The mongrel reached down to rest his hands on his Blondie master's head. "Open your mouth now," he whispered, then with a moan, thrust gently into the Blondie's warm wetness, each thrust moving a little deeper into Iason's mouth.

Iason looked up at him, sliding his tongue erotically along the shaft as Riki withdrew and then thrust again. His pet moaned, throwing his head back. "Oh, Iason...you're total fucking heaven."

Now Riki grabbed onto Iason's hair, thrusting more violently. "I need...ah! I can't wait," he cried, then with a series of ascending cries, announced his imminent completion.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yes!"

Then he was coming, releasing his unusually potent lust with a cry of ecstasy that filled Iason with indescribable satisfaction, sending chills down his back. Riki fell to his knees, then uncharacteristically leaned up against his Blondie master, who wrapped his arms around him. They remained thus for a few moments.

"You really...hurt me," Riki said, finally.

"You deserved it," Iason said firmly, though softly.

"But I really liked--"

"Yes? What did you like, pet?"

"I liked...oh...Iason," he sighed.

The Blondie realized then his pet was developing another erection, much to his delight and the mongrel's complete bewilderment. He moaned, looking down at his throbbing organ in wonderment.

"I need...I need to come again."

"So it appears." Iason smiled.

There was a short pause. "Iason...I want to fuck you."

Momentarily surprised, Iason quickly remembered his promise to the mongrel. "Yes, pet. If you are ready, tell me what you want."

Excited, Riki leaned forward to whisper in the Blondie's ear. "Take off all your clothes and lie face down on the bed. And where's that new vial you bought?"

"It's by the bed, on the table." Iason smiled, obeying his pet's request to disrobe. Then he moved to the bed and lay prostrate. "Like this?"

"Spread your legs more."

Iason did so, closing his eyes when he felt his pet running his hands across his body, and then spreading him with his hands.

Riki took in the Blondie's body with growing lust. Iason truly was physically stunning, his skin a flawless ivory, his physique the perfect mix of tight muscle and long, lean lines, his silky blonde hair sprawled irresistibly across his back and on the bed. The slightest move created a rippling and flexing of his muscles that sent Riki's heart racing. The Blondie's buttocks were especially enticing, with just the right amount of curves and firm fleshiness to especially appeal to Riki. As he spread Iason apart, the sight of the Blondie's seductive entrance was more than he could bear; he bent down and tasted him, flicking his tongue into his portal.

Iason gasped, thrilled. Riki teased him for awhile like this, and then moved over to the side of the bed to retrieve the vial. He took Iason's hand and poured the oil into it. Iason smiled, and then, with intentional skill, applied the oil with merciless sensuality.

Riki began thrusting and moaning, fully tempted to expel his lust right then and there. With some difficulty, he withdrew, then climbed onto Iason. He lay there for a moment, trying to regain control, kissing Iason's neck and nibbling on his ear, sending chills through the Blondie.

"This is probably going to hurt you," he warned, secretly hoping that it would.

Iason suppressed a smile at his pet's confidence, knowing full well the mongrel would give him nothing but pleasure. Though Riki was certainly well-endowed for a pet, he was no match for a Blondie like Raoul, who had taken Iason countless times. And there was something unique about Blondie physiology that Riki didn't yet know, but was about to discover.

Riki moved down into position, spreading him a bit more and pressing himself up against his Blondie master, savoring the moment. Gripping the smooth hips of the Blondie firmly, he thrust with all his strength, his engorged phallus sinking into the hot, tight inner sanctum of Iason Mink. Crying out from the exquisite grip of the Blondie's embrace, for a moment the mongrel remained motionless, holding his breath, relishing the depths of Iason. Then he began slowly moving, thrilled and awed by the fit of his Blondie master. Though he might have been disappointed and dismayed had he perceived the fact that Iason had shown no sign of discomfort on his violent entry, he was so overcome with his own pleasure that he was quite distracted from this discovery.

"Holy Jupiter," he breathed.

Iason was similarly transported with pleasure, adoring the feeling of his pet fully inside him and his intoxicating moans.

"Ah....Iason," Riki moaned, when he felt what seemed to be contractions, a seductive twitching against him. "What are you doing? Ah! That's fucking...amazing!" The mongrel was enthralled by his Blondie master, who continued to squeeze him erotically, relentlessly, exciting him beyond words.

He grabbed hold of Iason's shoulders, thrusting with abandon, delighting in his tight depths and seductively responsive embrace. He had never experienced anything like it, not even his best session with Guy. Nothing came close. It was simply the best fuck he'd ever had in his entire life. As he moved toward his peak, he began grunting with each thrust, feeling almost animal-like in his acquisition, stimulated beyond bearing. Waves of excruciatingly sweet pleasure pushed him into oblivion, where he floated on lingering surges of ecstasy. As he drifted back into awareness, he rolled off Iason with a long sigh, then winced as the bed met up with his punished backside.

Iason watched him with shining eyes. "Did you like that, pet?"

Riki replied with a moan, running his hand through his hair. He was at a loss for words, and he gazed back at Iason in amazement. "You...are all Blondies...like that?"

With a laugh, Iason pulled his pet to him. "You'll never find out, pet," he said, with mock sternness.

"Iason," Riki said after a moment. "Will you ever let me do that again?"

"That depends on how good you are." Iason answered, then pulled him close, kissing him gently.

They lay together thus for some time, master and pet, both reflecting on the events of the day. Iason was pondering how much he had enjoyed punishing his pet, reliving the discipline with deep satisfaction. Riki closed his eyes and expelled an anguished sigh. He realized then that he was connected to Iason in a way that could never be severed. Not now. He would always be Iason's pet. And...what he found most disturbing...was that he was starting to enjoy it. Even provoking his master into punishing him, he realized now, was something that came from a dark place deep within, a part of him that wanted to be punished, wanted to be terrorized by the formidable Blondie, wanted to be taken, dominated, pinned down, forced into submission. He didn't understand it, couldn't explain it. His face felt hot as this revelation pushed into his consciousness, and suddenly, like a torrent sprung lose, he began sobbing, his tears running down Iason's chest.

"There now, pet," Iason soothed. He assumed Riki was weeping from the pain of his punishment, and he smiled, stroking the mongrel's dark hair.

But Riki was grieving for the loss of his former self, and the awakening of a part of him that he was still too afraid to face. Both master and pet had moved into more clearly defined roles, each secretly delighting in the role of the other, and neither fully understanding the power of the relationship that had now emerged.

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