Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Fate ❯ Chapter 7

"Fate"

NC-17, Yaoi,Oral,Lemon,Anal
Iason x Riki; Riki 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.***

"But...why does he have to come here?" Riki paced the floor in front of his Blondie master, who watched his consternation with amusement from his chair.

"I already told you, my pet. We need somewhere private to discuss some sensitive issues."

Riki scowled, feeling extremely put out. He hated Raoul.

Iason smiled. "There's no reason for jealousy, Riki."

"I'm not jealous!" he shouted.

"Calm down," Iason said sharply. "Now, I expect you to be civil to Raoul. I know there's no great love between the two of you. Still, his position demands your respect. I'm warning you, Riki. If you disobey me on this, don't think I won't turn you over my knee and take my hand to you, in front of Raoul, if necessary."

The mongrel fell silent, fully convinced that his Blondie master wouldn't hesitate to administer such humiliation publicly. He knew because Iason had done it before.

Iason chuckled. "Stop sulking. If it bothers you so much, why not go to the Saloon, or down to the pavilion?

But he had no intention of leaving Iason alone with Raoul. He didn't trust the Blondie, and though he pretended otherwise, he WAS jealous. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the thought of Raoul, who he despised, having been Iason's pairing partner. And from what he could see, Raoul wasn't finished when it came to Iason. In any case, he planned to keep a close watch on the visit, if only from the balcony.

"Come here, pet. On your knees." The Blondie unfastened his trouser flap. "I want you to relieve me before he arrives."

Riki obeyed, kneeling, and sliding his hand around his fully erect shaft. Iason let his head fall back against the back of the chair. Exploring the Blondie's length with his tongue, Riki then slowly took him in his mouth. Iason began stroking his head, running his fingers through his dark, shiny hair.

"That's very good, my pet." Then when Riki reintroduced his tongue, he whispered, "Yes. Just like that."

Riki became aware that someone was at the door as Daryl rushed to answer it.

"No, don't stop," Iason said, urgently. "Yes, pet. Like that." The Blondie gave a slight, breathy moan, then grabbed hold of Riki's arms in a way that signaled his impending release. With a sharp intake of his breath, he closed his eyes and arched his back, thrusting up into his pet's mouth. Iason's trembling told Riki he had ejaculated, that and the hot essence that shot down his throat.

Riki moved to get up but his Blondie master stopped him, bending down to kiss him. "You're a good boy," he whispered. As Riki rose and Iason fastened his trousers, Raoul entered the room, taking in the situation with obvious displeasure.

"Riki, go out to the balcony," Iason instructed.

As Riki passed Raoul, their eyes met in a mutual glare. The mongrel smiled smugly, wiping his mouth suggestively. He was certain that Raoul had seen something, or at least had discerned what had just gone on there.

"Iason," Raoul said, darkly, after Riki had left. "Must you flaunt your perversions?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Raoul."

"You just had that filthy mongrel service you. I can see it in your eyes."

"Even if that were true, it's no concern of yours."

"Iason--"

"I didn't invite you here to argue about this." Iason rose, moving to the bar. "Would you like some wine?" It's quite perfect. One of our clients from the trade convention left a bottle."

Raoul fell silent for a moment. "Sometimes I think...you get pleasure in hurting me."

Now Iason turned, a faraway look on his face. "I thought the same once about you. Or have you forgotten that you were the one who betrayed me?"

Unable to reply, Raoul hung his head.

The beautiful Blondie laughed softly. "Come now. That's all ancient history. What we need to discuss is a new security concern Katze has brought to my attention. It seems he's picked up on an sharp increase in activity, and he thinks there may be a strike sometime in the near future."

"You're relying on that old Furniture for your intelligence?"

Iason sighed. "Raoul, I've told you before. He's the best there is. And no Blondie would be trusted in the underground to get the kind of information he can. The point is, he's convinced me there's a threat."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"I want to reconfigure the system. I think we may need to reprogram the entire grid. If someone has the access codes, who knows what could happen."

"Do we really need to go that far? Have you any idea how much work that is?"

Iason took a sip of wine, slowly shaking his head, then sighing. "I can't think of an alternative that's safer. That's why I brought you here--you're the only one I know I can trust."

"I'm glad you think you can trust me," Raoul said softly.

Iason moved away to the window, looking out over Tanagura. "It's all really so fragile," he sighed.

Now Raoul came up behind him, putting his hands on his waist and whispering in his ear, "Iason. My offer still stands."

"I gave you my answer," he replied, attempting to move away. Raoul grabbed him, pushing him up against the window, pinning his wrists above his head. Iason's wine glass shattered, sending shards of glass and wine down the Blondie's arm.

"I refuse to sit by and watch you throw away everything for that mongrel!"

Riki watched the interaction between the two Blondies from his ledge on the balcony, desperate to know what they were talking about. They seemed quite animated, and this made him nervous, so he got up and began pacing. He didn't like the way Raoul moved in so close when talking to his Blondie master. When he saw Raoul make his move and then pin Iason to the window, he didn't even think.

"Get off him, you fucking shithead!" Riki came running into the room, and managed to get a solid punch in Raoul's face before the Blondie picked him up and threw him across the room.

"Raoul!" Iason shouted, as the enraged Blondie started toward the mongrel, who was shaking off being slammed against the far wall. Iason reached out and grabbed Raoul's wrist. "That's enough."

"Iason--your arm!" Riki cried. The Blondie's arm was dripping with blood, his glove soaked red.

"Iason...did I do that?" Raoul whispered.

"Stay away from him! You fucking prick!"

"Riki! This is your first and only warning. Back outside. Now." Iason's severe tone left no doubt as to the Blondie's sincerity.

Riki reluctantly retreated as ordered, glaring at Raoul.

"You're not going to punish him?" Raoul seemed incredulous. "You let him come in here and punch me, without even a reprimand?"

"It's not so surprising for a pet to protect his master." Iason was washing his arm in the sink, removing deeply imbedded shards of glass without a trace of pain reflected in his features. In truth, he was quite pleased with Riki's response, feeling it betrayed a concern for him he longed his pet to harbor. "Your hurling him across the room was punishment enough." Daryl, unsummoned, had appeared with some medical supplies, and now tended to his master's wounds with shaking fingers, then cleaned up mess on the floor, where wine and blood swirled around broken shards of glass.

Raoul put his face in his hands for a moment. "Iason. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just get so angry sometimes...when you push me away."

"Can you pour me some more wine, Raoul?" Iason sighed. "I need to relax, and my head is killing me."

The Blondie complied, and the two men returned to the living quarters to sit, and began discussing the security issue again.

"So...when do you think we should tackle the grid?"

"Sooner rather than later. I don't want to, but I'm thinking we ought to start tomorrow. At least get the first quadrant finished." Iason closed his eyes, leaning his head against his chair.

"Are you well? You look a little pale."

"It's just my head. Maybe I'll take something for it."

"Don't get up. I'll call Daryl."

"There's something I want to check anyway." The Blondie rose to his feet and took a step, then suddenly stopped.

"Iason? What is it?"

"It's...beautiful." And with that, Iason fell to the floor, his robe and hair swirling gracefully in his descent.

Riki, having seen all this from the balcony, immediately came charging into the room. "Iason!" he cried, rushing to his Blondie master. "What did you do to him, Raoul!"

"I didn't do anything, you filthy mongrel! He just collapsed!" Raoul rushed to the communications center and buzzed for medical assistance.

Riki brushed the hair from his master's face. "Iason," he whispered, leaning in close. The sight of the Blondie completely unresponsive made his stomach clench, and in that moment he suddenly realized how much Iason had come to mean to him, how much a part of his life his Blondie master had become.

Raoul knelt by the Blondie, taking his pulse. "He's really fast."

"He just...collapsed? He didn't say anything?"

"He said his head hurt. Then he stood up and said...'it's beautiful.' Then he just fell."

Something clicked in Riki's mind, something he remembered from the slums. A poison that was used during the gang wars before the revolution. He lifted Iason's lids, checking his pupils. One was dilated...but the other constricted.

"Agatha," he breathed. "You hallucinate right before you pass out. They call that 'Agatha's Halo.' People see amazing things. And you get a headache. People usually put it in alcohol."

"He was drinking wine," Raoul said, slowly. "And he did say that it was gift..."

"We have to slow down the poison! We have to get him as cold as possible. Put him in the shower. Get some ice!"

Raoul didn't reply.

"Raoul!"

"I don't take orders from mongrel pets!" he snapped. "How do I even know you're right?"

Riki tried to calm down, his heart beating so fast he could barely think. "Raoul. I've seen this. His eyes--it's the only thing that can cause that. The poison affects each hemisphere differently."

Raoul snorted. "You're hardly a doctor. We should wait for the medical team to arrive."

"Please...Raoul...I'm begging you. We can't wait. He'll die. I know you care about him. Please, I'll do whatever you say, just do this one thing."

The Blondie studied him for a moment, then leaned forward. "All right. On one condition."

"Anything! We need to move him now!"

"You service me. On your knees."

For a stunned moment Riki stared back at the Blondie, unable to believe the nature of his request. Wasn't this the man who so was so violently opposed Iason's pairing with a mongrel? Raoul gave a slight smile, making his sincerity clear.

"Fuck it. Whatever. Just get him in the shower, Raoul!"

The Blondie immediately stood up, lifting Iason in an easy movement, and rushed him to the shower.

"Daryl! Bring ice...as much as you can!"

Daryl, who had been running erratically through the apartment as though completely disoriented by his master's condition, seemed grateful for a task.

Iason's body was fully submerged in ice water by the time the medical team arrived.

"I'm sure it's Agatha," Riki said, relating the symptoms.

One of the medics scanned the wine bottle with a molecular detector. "Yep. It's Agatha all right." He turned to Raoul. "You were smart to cool him down like that. It would have been too late by the time we got here."

The medical team attended to Iason, and soon the Blondie began moving restlessly. "He just needs to sleep this off--he'll probably sleep at least an hour. He'll be fine...although don't be surprised if he sees the Halo from time to time. And he may, unfortunately, develop some pretty bad headaches occasionally. Now we need to get him dry and put him in bed, get him warm. No clothes, though--we don't want any kind of restriction."

Iason's wet clothes were removed and his body dried, and then Raoul carried the Blondie and placed him in bed. Riki had tried to assist but was pushed violently aside by Raoul. He watched the Blondie jealously, fuming as Raoul took in the naked body of his old lover without even trying to conceal his designs. Once Iason was situated in bed and the medical team was gone, he turned to Riki with a purposeful look.

"You're still going to hold me to it, after I was right?"

"You agreed."

Riki sighed. "Let's get it over with."

The Blondie led him back to the living quarters. "Get on your knees."

The dark-haired mongrel complied. Raoul unfastened his trousers, revealing his monstrous organ. Riki now wondered if all Blondies were so well endowed.

Raoul grabbed the back of Riki's head by the hair. "Let's see what's so special about you that Iason's willing to risk everything for it."

"Isn't this against your Blondie code of conduct or something? Taking another Blondie's pet?"

"If Iason can break the rules, why shouldn't I?"

"If he finds out..."

Raoul leaned closed. "If he finds out," he hissed, "make no mistake, I WILL kill you."

Riki closed his eyes and tried to transport himself mentally elsewhere, anywhere else, as he began pleasuring the fierce Blondie.

"Move your tongue...just on the head. Yes. Like that."

Riki felt like he would be sick.

"Open your mouth more," he commanded. Now Raoul's breathing was increasing. He took hold of the mongrel's head and began thrusting violently. Riki tried to relax his throat, but found it was involuntarily twitching in his intense mental desire to repel the Blondie. Apparently this produced an unexpected effect.

"Ah, what are you doing? That's good. Keep doing that."

Raoul's excitement was mounting. He closed his eyes, throwing back his head. Suddenly, grabbing the back of his head again, he pulled out, shooting his essence all over Riki's face with a moan that sounded almost like a snarl.

He released Riki, who fell forward onto his hands, the Blondie's semen dripping from his face onto the floor. Without a single word, Raoul fastened his trousers and walked off. Unable to control the flood of emotions that washed over him, Riki blinked, trying to stave off the tears that stung his eyes. He felt extremely dirty and violated. He realized then how lucky he had been to have someone like Iason Mink as master, as opposed to a Blondie like Raoul. As he struggled, he became aware that Daryl was next to him, offering him a damp towel and a drink.

"You see everything, don't you Daryl?" he laughed brokenly.

"Is the Master going to be all right?" he asked nervously.

"He'll be okay. Those Blondies...they're pretty tough."

"About Sir Raoul--"

"Let it go, Daryl. Don't say anything. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

Not long after that, Iason woke up and was apprised by Raoul of what had happened.

"After this, I'm not waiting until tomorrow to begin reprogramming the grid. I'll start on it now, as soon as I leave here."

"It seems I'm in your debt. Thank you, Raoul."

After Raoul left, Daryl went into Iason's bedroom. "Is there anything I can get you, Sir?"

"Where's Riki?"

"On the balcony."

"Send him in," Iason said, then, "what is it, Daryl?"

"Iason-sama, it was Sir Riki that saved you. He's the one who knew you'd been poisoned. He convinced Sir Raoul to take you into the shower."

Iason smiled. "I see. That will be all, Daryl."

So, Riki had come to the rescue twice in the same day. It was almost too much to hope for. And Raoul had been quite prepared to take all the credit for his pet's ingenuity, he realized with some amusement. Iason felt a surge of affection for his pet that wanted immediate expression.

Riki came into the room, hands in his pockets.

"Why the long face, Riki?"

His pet shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

"Come here. I want you under here with me. Take off your clothes."

Riki complied, undressing and sliding under the sheets with his Blondie master. Iason pulled him close, with his chest to Riki's back. "You feel nice and warm," he whispered. "Are you afraid I'm going to punish you? You were very naughty coming in to punch Raoul like that. But since I know you were only concerned for me, I'm going to overlook it." In fact, Iason was extremely pleased with his pet's protectiveness; it had given him no small thrill to see Riki come in swinging.

The dark-haired mongrel could feel his master's arousal, and with shaking fingers, he reached around and took hold of the hot organ, stroking him firmly. "That feels good," Iason said, kissing his neck, which sent chills through his body. "Why so quiet, Riki? What is it?"

"I thought you would die."

The Blondie laughed softly. "Don't tell me you were concerned for me?"

Unable to bring himself to admit that, Riki snorted. "It's just that, if something happens to you, next thing you know I'll be under Raoul's whip."

"I see. You don't need to worry about that. Raoul will never be able to hurt you, my pet...unless you persist in punching him," Iason smiled.

Riki fell silent, shuddering, as he remembered the hateful glare in the Blondie's eyes as he shot his essence onto his face. "But, why would someone want to kill you?"

"You really don't understand my position here, do you? But, let's save this discussion for some other time. Right now I want you, Riki. I want to be in you."

Iason began stroking his pet, who was very much aroused, emitting tiny moans and gasps that he longed to increase. Pushing him onto his back, the Blondie explored his mouth with a gentle kiss, running a hand through the mongrel's dark hair. Riki began sliding his hands down his back, teasing his perineum with suggestive strokes, which he found thrilling. As the passion increased, they began rolling around on the bed. Riki took hold of the Blondie's hair and buried his face in it with a spine-tingling moan.

"Fuck me, Iason," he said, finally.

Inhaling sharply, Iason felt a renewed surge of lust from this mongrel-style request. His pet had never so bluntly asked for penetration before. In fact it was the closest he'd come to truly vocalizing his desire. And his choice of language, so very vulgar, had a profound effect on him, driving his lust to new heights. "Make me wet first," he whispered.

Riki obeyed, pleasuring him so wickedly with his tongue that Iason fought to reign in his release. "Riki," he breathed. "You're unusually passionate today."

His pet looked up at him, tongue flicking sensually across the tip of his erection, his eyes smoldering with lust. "I'm fucking horny as hell. I want you to fuck the shit out of me."

"Oh, pet." Iason whispered fiercely, lifting him up and throwing him firmly down on the bed. "You excite me beyond bearing." He entered from the front, face to face with his beloved pet. Taking hold of his twitching erection, he began caressing Riki with firm strokes as he moved, relishing the obvious pleasure that contorted his features, delighting in his grimaces and the curling of his upper lip. As his lust increased he found that his thrusts grew more violent.

Riki opened his eyes, dark and glimmering, his mouth now open. "Fuck me...harder," he gasped, with a naughty smile, knowing full well the effect this would have on his Blondie master.

Unable now to stop an instinctive moan in response to his pet's stimulating words, Iason thrust hard once or twice, then felt his irreversible ascent hurling him toward teeth-gritting completion. He was aware of his pet's release as Riki grabbed hold of his arms, his essence spewing across his chest and adding to his already nearly unbearably perfect consummation. Rolling onto his side, he pulled Riki to him. "Come here, my love."

My love. Riki heard these words and closed his eyes, resting his face on Iason's rising chest, relishing the Blondie's warm embrace. Even if he could not bring himself to return these words, he couldn't deny that hearing Iason say them filled him with a sense of peace. He was so relieved that his Blondie master was all right. And the fact that someone had tried to poison him filled him with worry. Today he had, for the first time, acknowledged to himself his growing feelings for Iason Mink, something that he had been feeling for some time but which he had been too stubborn to face. Even if he still desperately wanted to return to the slums, even if he still longed to see Guy, and race through the streets with his gang, now he could not deny that Iason had a piece of his heart, too.

"You excited me so much," Iason whispered, pulling him a little closer. "Do you know how much you please me, Riki? My pet."

Riki sighed. In that moment, that particular day, he found that he did not mind being the Blondie's pet. He didn't put much stock in talk about destiny, did not know if truth was written in the stars, or divined by oracles and dreams. But maybe, after all, this was who he was fated to be...the pet of Iason Mink.

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