Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Caged ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze

Parts: 13 Of ?

 

Authors Note: Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think!

 

 

 

~~**Forever Caged**~~

 

Riki gazed wistfully down at the sparkling lights of the city spread out below him from the balcony. Dressed in a tight black tank top and silk white pants he took a brag from his cigarette, from the pack he stole from Katze, and looked to the left far way to the dull lights of Ceres. Riki sighed regretfully but the pain of thinking of his life in the Slums, of missing the freedom he had in the Slums, was no longer there.

 

He still hated being a pet but he didn't fight it anymore, he made his choice and he didn't regret it. Although he did wish Iason would give his chain more slack. Let him work in the Black Market again anything to get him out of this place for a while. Trying to find Guy, before Iason, helped in taking his mind off of the fact that he was locked down and unable to move freely around.

 

Thankfully Iason had been too busy to notice what he had been doing. Katze had been a no show to the pet saloon earlier today when he met up with Jade. The waiter he mind fucked had nothing to report but he never thought it was going to be that simple so he hadn't been too disappointed.

 

Flicking his wasted cigarette over the railing Riki continued to looked towards Ceres with another sigh.

 

“Missing your old stomping grounds?”

 

Riki looked over his shoulder and smiled at his Blondie walking to him. “What's not to miss? Got to stay up all night, do what ever I wanted and ride my hover bike all day with no one to tell me what I could to and couldn't do.”

 

Iason pulled Riki back against his warm chest. “Do you want to go back?”

 

“You would let me?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then why ask?”

 

“Just curious.”

 

Riki wanted to tease the big Blondie about wishing he could go back but wisely decided not to. Sometimes Iason didn't have a sense of humor especially when it came to Ceres. “Nah. There is a shit load that I miss but I would pick you. But I would like to go back and visit…”

 

“No.”

 

Riki growled. “What? You plan to keep me caged up in this place for the rest of my life?” Riki asked irritably. “Why the hell are you back so early anyway? Thought you had crap to do for the grand shindig your throwing?”  

 

Iason rested his chin on the top of Riki's head. “That `shindig' as you call it is tonight thus the reason why I am home. We need to get ready.”

 

“We?” Riki asked pulling away only to have Iason pull him back and wrap his arms around his waist and chest.

 

“Yes `we' Riki.”

 

“Why do I need to go? All you're going to be doing is prancing around like the top elite Blondie bitch while all the lowly little elite bitches slitter around you trying to suck your dick and kiss your ass. Don't get me wrong it's sometimes fun to watch but there are only so much rim jobs a guy can watch before he gets bored. And watching you with your royal nose up in the fucking air like your some fucking king-“ Riki's rant was cut off when Iason gripped him by the throat tightening those powerful fingers enough to stop him from speaking but not hurting or choking him.

 

“Trying to make me angry so you get punished and not have to go will not work on me Riki. You will be attending the party at my side.”

 

“It was worth a try.” Riki said after Iason removed his hand. “I seriously do not want to go. Dressed up like some cheap whore-“

 

“I do not press you like a cheap whore.”

 

 “AND have people touching me.” Riki continued ignoring Iason's interruption. “And yes you do dress me like a cheap whore.”

 

Iason spun Riki around holding his upper arms tightly. “Who touches you?!”

 

 “Oww you mind loosening your grip before you break my freak'n arms!”

 

Iason let go and rubbed Riki's arms trying to calm him self down. “Answer me.”

 

“I guess `people' was the wrong word to use with you.” Riki mumbled trying to shrug Iason's hands off. “Pets Iason. Pets always try to touch me. Especially the new ones. You would think my rep would keep them away or the fact that I'm a Mongrel but it doesn't. It's either you bastards are breeding them to be more stupid or they just don't care that I'll kick their asses because I refuse to believe I've gotten soft living in this prison.”

 

Iason chuckled and engulfed Riki in his embrace again. He was annoyed the other pets tried to touch him but knew Riki could take care of himself against them unlike if other Elites tried to.

 

“It's not funny.” Riki said but couldn't keep the humor he found in it out of his voice.

 

“I don't think your getting soft at all,” Iason said in a husky tone and quite literally Riki's body was harder and more defined then ever before. “You've gained some weight.” He had noticed, he noticed everything when it came to Riki, but only now commented about it.

 

“I'm not fat.”

 

“That is not what I meant.” Iason said dryly pulling Riki's shirt up and over his head.

 

“Ahh hello? Do you mind not striping me for the entire world to see? What would the neighbors think? Damn perverted Blondie.” Riki tease leaning his back against the railing flexing.

 

“Is your sudden desire to strengthen your body have anything to do with what you've been hiding from me?” Iason asked smoothing his ungloved hand down Riki's ripping abdomen, abs that tightened at his words.

 

“Don't know what you're talking about.” Riki said reaching for his black tank top Iason held in his hand.

 

“Don't you?” Iason casually, with the flick of his wrist, threw Riki's shirt over the rail.

 

“I liked that shirt asshole.” Riki grumbled as he watched the black cloth tumble in the wind until it was lost, claimed in the darkening sky.

 

Caging Riki in Iason put his hands on the rails on either side of him and leaned in to kiss Riki softly on the neck. “You've been preoccupied these last few days.” Iason whispered licking the sensitive spot behind Riki's ear and blowing gently on the wetness making him mongrel shiver.

 

“I haven't,” Riki said covering the spot that was blown on and tried duck under Iason arm to get away only to be pushed back against the railing.

 

“You're hiding something from me.”

 

Riki shivered again at the dark seductive tone Iason suddenly used. The playful mood they had been in evaporated quickly. “What could I be hiding from you? You won't let me keep any secrets to myself.”

 

“I've found that if left by your self, with that clever brain of yours, can prove to be extremely dangerous.”

 

“What the hell can I do in this place? Nothing! I'm stuck doing jack shit but work out.”

 

Iason continued to nuzzle Riki's neck. “And all your trips to the saloon? Hadn't you told me before that you hated going there?”

 

Riki gasped as Iason toyed with his nipples, his weakness and then trailed those skillful fingers down his chest and stomach, teasing his cock through the silk, that expert hand and the texture of the cloth hardened him quickly then Iason's hand moved slipping into the back of his pants roughly palmed a firm cheek, gripping it tightly and pulling him closer. “What the fuck do you want me to do? Sit up here with a thumb up my ass waiting for you to come home?”

 

Iason smiled against Riki's neck and dipped a long finger in the crevice of his tightly clenched cheeks.

 

Inhaling sharply Riki squirmed in Iason's arms. Normally he would have been all over his Blondie when he got him hot and heavy like now, but Iason wasn't turning him on to get him in the sack.  No Iason liked to torture him by getting him in this state and keeping him like this when he wanted something and he refused give it to him.

 

“Tell me Riki.”

 

Riki grinded his teeth in his effort to stay in control as that finger caressed his hole. “You're a real bastard you know that.” Riki said in a ragged voice, panting.

 

“Why fight me on this when you know you won't win.”

 

Riki moaned as Iason's other hand pinched his nipple, toying with them again, rubbing the hardened nub in slow agonizing circles. He knew Iason was right; he couldn't win but hell if he was going submit peacefully without fighting back first.

 

Iason purred at the smell of Riki's desire. Licking his ear lobe his nipped it gently, suckling it. “How long can you last?” He whispered softly.

 

Shuddering Riki sobbed a shattering breath when Iason entered him with that wandering digit then proceeded to kiss him down his neck and throat. Pulling his head back Iason looked down at him and smiled cruelly.

 

Riki tried to turn his head away from those ice blue eyes. “It's nothing important to you! Just leave me alone! Besides, Your Highness, don't you need to get ready for the party?” Riki was desperate. His control was slipping; cracks were forming in his shield all because of his too well trained body that was made to be sensitive to Iason's touch.

 

“No one shows up at a party on time Riki.” Iason worked his finger in deeper coaxing a lewd moan from his mongrel. “We don't need to be there for another hour but I don't think anyone would mind if we were later then that.”

 

The cock right constricted and vibrated around his aching member suddenly sending shots of pleasure up his spine. “Bastard!”

 

“Shh…It's been a long time since were used it like this. We should make sure it still functions properly.” Iason ground his hips into Riki. “I can keep this up as long as I have to until you confess.” Iason looked into tormented lust filled black eyes. “Tell me beloved.”

 

“Beloved my ass!” Riki spat. “If you loved me you sadistic son of a bitch you'd this shit to me- Ahh!” The finger in his hit his prostate. Riki hid his face in Iason's chest squeezing his eyes trying to ride out the bliss that filled his whole body.

 

Pulling Riki's head back by the hair Iason kissed Riki's parted lips. “You've been seen with Katze a lot recently.”

 

“Twice! I've only seen him twice!”

 

“What did he tell you?”

 

“Nothing damn you! We just hung out!” Riki half shouted half moaned as Iason hit his sweet spot again. Grabbing Iason's hand that was entangled in his hair he furiously yanked at that strong hand.

 

Intertwining their fingers Iason trapped Riki's hand and watched the strained pleasure pained expressions that crossed Riki's face as he violated him, hitting his sweet spot and dined on his repeated pleas to cum that he finally begged for as the cock ring heightened his pleasure ten fold, tightening, cutting off any gratification until he allowed it.

 

“Iason…”

 

“That clever mind of yours is up to something Riki. What little plans has it hatched with my Overseer?”

 

“I swear…hah!...ahh…I j-just was thinking of asking Katze if I could come back to work at the Black Market.” Riki said hoarsely bucking his hips and arching his back. At times like this when Iason of the past came out it was hard to remember that he loved him. That he chose this life. That he had chosen to die with him.

 

“A small little thing like that wouldn't have you staring out the window every night, pacing the halls when you don't think I'm looking or chain smoking out here on the balcony again while you think I'm not watching. I know you Riki…and I know how your body reacts when you're trying to keep something from me. So tell me.” Iason said in a sickening charming tone filled with malice.  

 

The ring pulsated sending more jolts of pleasure through him keeping in rhythm with Iason's finger as it slipped in and out of him. `I'm sorry Katze' Riki thought. He was nearing his limit; it was barreling down upon him with lighting speed. He had to give Iason something. “Katze confided in me that Raoul has started doing him- AHH FUCK!” Riki sobbed. “Shit! Please s-stop!” The ring around his cock prevented him from releasing sending him down the familiar path of ecstasy and pain that he hadn't walked down in a while.

 

Iason paused momentarily then continued, adding another finger. “Really…”

 

“Fuck yes! Ask him yourself if you don't believe me. We are worried about what would happen if Jupiter found out.”

 

Riki pushed feebly at the hard peck under his hand and feared that Iason hadn't believed his half lie since he continued to work those two fingers in him ripping lewd moans and screams from his throat that was carried away in the wind. “Iason please!”

 

Withdrawing his fingers Iason loosened the pet ring, lowered Riki's pants and stroked his mongrel's sensitive abused hard length. Swooping down he swallowed Riki's cries of fulfillment with his lips and tongue in a bruise filled kiss.

 Scooping Riki's limp body up in his arms Iason walked off the balcony pass Cal who said nothing and kept his redden face lowered until he got to his, their, bedroom where he gently lowered Riki and himself onto the silk sheets holding him tightly.  

 

“You mind letting me go now?” Came Riki's muffled voice, his face buried in Iason's chest.

 

“No.”

 

“I'm pretty pissed at you right now and don't want to touch you any more then I have to.” Riki pushed at Iason's shoulders, his lower body trapped under the Blonde's massive weight. “Get off Iason you're starting to make me feel smothered and caged in.”

 

Iason held on to Riki tighter. “Then I suggest you deal with it because I'll be touching you for the rest of your life. From the moment I first held you I knew you would be forever caged in my arms.”

   

 

*  *  *  *

 

“Niko?” Raoul removed his sash coat and folded it over his arm. The apartment was strangely quiet and dark, only a few lights illuminated the rooms. “Niko!”

 

Walking into the living room Raoul breathed in a flowery fragrance. Turning on a table lamp he smiled as he saw an arrangement of red roses on the large center table and reached out to pull the stemmed blossom from the vase bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply.

 

Furrowing his brows Raoul looked at the clock on the wall. He and Katze had only an hour before they had to be at the gathering. Calling out for Niko again this time he heard a giggling voice accompanied by a sharp reply. Taking the rose with him he walked toward the sound.

 

“For crying out loud Niko can you please leave me alone already?”

 

“Just a few minutes more. I'm almost done.”

 

Curious Raoul silently opened Katze's bedroom door thinking that he should have the room changed into something else, moving Katze's belongings into his suite. He had no plans in the future to buy another pet and he didn't want Katze thinking that this room was a sanctuary he could run off to.

 

Entering silently he took the sight before him. Katze was sitting at the small desk with Niko behind him. He could see Niko's hands moving around Katze's head but with the position he was in he couldn't tell what his Furniture was doing.

 

“I swear to god Niko I'm trying to finish this before Raoul comes back and with you pulling out my hair it's damn hard to get my shit done!”

 

Another giggle came from Niko his small shoulders shaking with merriment. “You promised.”

 

“You said, and I quote, “I won't call or tell anyone if you let me play with your hair”. You've been yanking at my head for the past two hours! My hair isn't that long so what the hell is taking you so long?!”

 

Raoul frowned when Katze said `I won't call or tell anyone' not liking how that sounded.

 

“The delivery for the miniature white roses took fourthly-five minutes - Master Raoul wont like that when he hears how they bragged there feet getting that to us- then I needed to cut them perfectly and then once I got that done I had to pick out your out fit and then-“

 

“I get it!”

 

Raoul chuckled then drawing the attention of a pair of blue and amber eyes. Raoul heard Katze swear and noticed his hand slowly moving a book over the papers in front of him but his it what his little Mongrel's hair that captured his whole attention.

 

Niko had braided small white flowers info the short red locks and with each flower hung silver ribbons that glittered in the light. The angry blush that covered those high cheek bones only emphasized the loveliness that was his Katze and his eyes that flashed the most precious of all colors, golden eyes that were at that moment glaring at him making them seemed like they glowed. Raoul frowned and looked harder…Katze's eyes really did seem liked they glowed but he mentally shook his head thinking that it was the lighting that made it seem like it was.

 

Still the curls that framed his face gave him a softer aura, a different appearance then the cold-blooded, callous expressions he gave everyone else but him, to him Katze was all fire. “Well done Niko. You've made him very lovely.”

 

“Lovely? Lovely?! I look like a god damn virgin about to be sacrificed to some pagan God!” Katze said. His jaw hurt from clenching it closed tightly while the Blondie had inspected him.

 

“Hardly Katze. You would need to be dressed all in white…” Raoul stifled a laugh as Katze abruptly stood. Only able to see his head he had failed to notice what Katze had been wearing.

 

“What the fuck do you think this is?!” Holding a fist full of white silk in his fist Katze yanked at the long backless gown Niko had forced him to wear. “He made me wear this-this..”

 

“Wedding dress.” Niko whispered.

 

“What!” Katze glared at looked at his small blackmailer.

 

“I heard that on some worlds pairing partners go before government officials to legally bind them selves to one another for the rest of their lives. They hold ceremonies were the Ukes wears white to show their purity for their Semes and-“

 

“I know what it is Niko! Why the hell did you put me in it?!”

 

“Because you said I could.”

 

Katze could feel his eye twitching; he had been coerced into agreeing. When he woke up it was to Niko running to him, dropping the shopping bags uncaringly to the floor, still dizzy it took almost all the strength he had to hold onto him and stop him from calling for help. Just by feeling the gash on his head he could tell it wasn't bad, head wounds just tend to bleed heavily.

 

After a couple minutes Niko stopped pleading with him to let him call for help instead the sly blackmailing Furniture looked up at him and said if he let him play with his hair then he wouldn't. It made his head ache ten times worse just thinking back on it even with the painkillers he took he could feel it still. He could have used the invisible bandages but they were too small for the injury and he would have needed to use all of them. The need to show Iason had weighed greater then the need to hide the wound from Raoul.

 

“The question is Katze why did you allow Niko to put you in it?” That was then Raoul saw the white bandage on Katze's temple. It took only two steps to get to the red head, grasping his chin and with a firm hold and tilt his head up, brushing the flowered locks out of the way and peal the gauze stained with blood away to look and the large bruise and wound under it.

 

“How did this happen, Niko?” Raoul was furious that his Katze had been harmed under his care. He noted that his Furniture took a step closer to Katze as if seeking protection or support from him. His blue eyes filled with unease by the chilly voice he used.

 

“A few moments after Master Katze came back from the hospital he collapsed here in his room. From the position he was in it looks as if he hit his head on the closet door on the way down.” Niko said softly keeping his eyes locked in with his Master but in a way that wouldn't be deemed as a challenge.

 

“Why wasn't he taken immediately to the physician to check his head wound?” The comment Katze had said earlier suddenly becoming clear.

 

“Because I told him not to.” Katze jerked his head back but was only freed for a second before Raoul enclosed his long elegant fingers around his throat; he knew the Blondie could feel the racing of his pulse maybe that was the reason he continued to move his thumb, in circular movements, over that spot.

 

“Really…” Raoul brought up the red rose he still hand in his hand and caressed Katze's lips with its silk petals.

 

“I got dizzy from the high sugar content from the drink I was given. I wasn't hungry so I didn't eat breakfast nor did I drink any water to prepare for when they sucked out my blood. I was only out cold for maybe an hour.”

 

“And where were you all that time Niko?”

 

Frighten by the cold fury that flowed smoothly from the intimidating Blondie Niko once again edged a little more behind Katze. “I stepped out to buy vases for the flowers Master Katze received.”

 

Raoul stopped at mid caress, lifting the rose from Katze's lips he held it up. “And who would send you flowers?”

 

Katze bristled at Raoul's insulting words. “Why wouldn't someone want to send me flowers? I talented in many things, maybe it was sent with their sincere appreciation.” Katze licked his lips suggestively, taunting the Blondie with the double meaning of what he said. He expected ridicule, the harsh words even laughter not the silence or the murderous glare. “Raoul?”

 

Regretting what his words implied Katze reached up to gently try and remove the powerful hand that could snap his neck only to have it removed and seized. Raoul turned and dragged him from his room. Stumbling on the long silk train of the gown Katze tried to keep up. He wisely kept his complaints to himself knowing that he pushed to far this time as Raoul yanked him towards his bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

 

Not knowing what he should do, he stayed where he was until he heard the rattling of chains being pulled out of a drawer. Leaning up onto his elbows his eyes widened when Raoul dangled restrains in his hands. Trying to scramble away his legs got tangled in the gown and covers making it very easy for Raoul grab him and snap the first cuff on his wrist then the second, taking the ends of the chain he hooked them onto the loops that he always thought were just strange, ugly, decorative that were on the headboard just above the pillows on either side of the bed.

 

Lying there shocked, never having this happened to him before Katze tugged at the restrains chaining him to the bed then stiffened as he felt a hand gliding up his shin, over his knee and down his thigh just stopping barely from the junction between his legs.

 

“Looks like you will be the virgin sacrifice tonight Katze.” Raoul said before getting up.

 

The Blondie moved so swiftly that it shocked Katze. He had been expected much more then just a mere leg rub. It was surprising how disappointed he was. Turing to lash out at the Blondie for making him yearn for “it” Katze was startled when Raoul headed out of the room. “Wait, where are you going?”

 

“A party. Be a good boy and stay there until I get back,” Raoul smirked.

 

“Take me with you! I need to talk to Iason. Raoul!”

 

Raoul closed the door cutting off Katze's cries.

 

“Master…?”

 

“I want all those roses out of here now Niko and open the windows and balcony doors to clear the air of its offensive stench.” Raoul squeezed the rose he had in his hand, grinding it, crushing it till he heard his bones creak from the amount of force he used to destroy it. It was time he started to train Katze, time to verbally tell him what his expectations were as his pet, just a few hours more. Opening his hand, stained red from the petals Raoul let the mangled flower fall from his hand.

 

“Just a few hours to endure before I can come back…”

 

TBC…