Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Freedom ❯ One-Shot

"Freedom"

NC-17, Yaoi,Solo,Lemon,Oral

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.***

"Please. Iason. Give me access." Riki followed the Blondie through the penthouse, pleading. "Don't leave me locked up in here another day."

Iason turned and, after studying his pet's unusually fervent expression, reached out to stroke his cheek. "I'm sorry pet," he said, softly. "But it's for your own protection. Or have you forgotten that you tried to jump off the ledge?"

"I won't...do that again. I swear, Iason. Please, I can't stand it. I'm going out of my mind."

"No, Riki."

"Please!" the mongrel reached up and grabbed hold of the Blondie's hand. "At least...let me smoke, then."

Iason leaned close to him a with a slight smile. "You know my answer to that."

Riki released his hand, frustrated. "How can you be so...cruel?"

"I'm only watching out for you until I'm sure I can trust you...not to do anything foolish."

Iason donned his outer robe, then turned back to his sulking pet. "Why don't you look in the library and see if you can find a good book? I have quite a collection--the best in Tanagura, it's said."

Riki scowled.

The beautiful Blondie smiled, lifting the mongrel's chin and kissing him gently on the lips. "When I come home, I'll make it up to you, pet."

Not in the least mollified by this promise, Riki spent the next hour restlessly pacing the penthouse in a black mood. He was desperate to get out and breathe the fresh air. He longed for a smoke. And he was sore--so sore he could hardly move. All of this tangled together to make him royally pissed off at his Blondie master.

"Go look in the library," he muttered sarcastically under his breath, and then found himself heading there out of sheer boredom. It was a room he had never really explored--mostly because Riki cared little for books. He could read--though not especially well. He never read for pleasure. Reading reminded him too much of his horrid schooldays in the slums, before he and Guy and some of the others from Bison had dropped out and formed their own gang.

The walls of the library were lined with books from the ceiling to the floor. Had Iason read all these? Riki shook his head. There were some things about the Blondie that almost--no, that certainly--intimidated him. He selected a book and thumbed through it. The language was so elevated he couldn't make any sense of it. He put it back and tried another--this one was in some other language. A third choice proved to be a philosophical treatise, the text so convoluted and inscrutable Riki had to laugh. Iason expected him to find something interesting to read here? Feeling intellectually inadequate and a little depressed, the mongrel tried a fourth book. A primer on the anomalies of quantum temporal-spatial relocation? Like he could really get his head around that. All right. One more try, he thought. With trembling fingers, he opened a fifth book. It was a novel...he guessed, but again, written far above his comprehension.

Then, it was as though something within him just snapped. What was he doing here...in Eos, the pinnacle of Tanagura? How was it possible that he--the leader of Bison--was a pet--and the pet of Iason Mink no less? He didn't belong here among the Blondie elite. He was a mongrel from the slums, born and bred in Ceres, accustomed to a crude and vulgar lifestyle, but one that at least gave him a modicum of self-respect. His fancy clothes, this luxury penthouse, the fine food and wine, these sophisticated books--none of it was right for him, none of it meant anything. His life was worthless; his entire existence now was only to serve the sexual perversions of his Blondie master. Even more humiliating, he had come to enjoy these perversions, even...solicit them. And now, he'd come to realize a part of him even enjoyed Iason's domination and punishment, a revelation so disturbing he felt as though he no longer even understood himself. If Guy only knew the darkness of his heart....

He hated himself. Two years. He'd lost two years of his life, and now he didn't even have a life. He felt lost...and completely alone.

He dropped the book, and then, as if possessed by an inner demon, began pulling the books from the shelves, hurling them to the floor, and then just striking out at everything within his reach. A vase fell from the shelf and shattered. Riki tripped over the books, cutting his arm on the glass fragments and not even caring. He continued his wild rampage, completely oblivious to Daryl, who had rushed into the room and, taking in the scene with horror, desperately tried to calm him down, without success. Daryl had seen Riki upset many times, but never like this. It was as though a tempest had been unleashed, a fury from the torment of the mongrel's soul. Frightened, he rushed to the communications center to buzz Katze.

"It's Riki--he's gone completely insane. I don't know what to do. He's destroying everything!"

"Fuck." Katze sighed, considering. "I think you'd just better call Iason. I'll come over there, too, if you'd like. But Iason's going to find out anyway, and he'll probably get there faster."

"Please come. Hurry! I think he's hurt!"

"On my way."

Then Daryl called Iason with trembling fingers. The Blondie was surprised to hear from his Furniture, who had never contacted him at work before.

"It's Riki. He's...gone out of his mind."

A short pause, then, "I'll be right there."

Daryl raced back to find that Riki had now moved into Iason's bedroom and was proceeding to tear the room apart, yanking pictures off walls, knocking over furniture, ripping the sheets from the bed. From various broken objects Riki had now sustained a number of cuts, blood dripping down his arms.

"Please, Sir Riki," Daryl pleaded. "Calm down. You have to stop this. The Master is coming."

But Riki passed by Daryl as though he wasn't even there, now making for the living quarters where he overturned tables and chairs, smashing fine art objects against the wall. Next he went to the bar, hurling wine glasses to the floor, shards of glass flying everywhere.

"Sir Riki! You're bleeding! Please stop! You're hurt!"

The door hummed open and Iason appeared, assessing the situation in a stunned silence. Then he rushed toward Riki.

"Riki! Stop this at once!"

But it was as though the mongrel didn't even hear, as he continued frantically breaking everything in sight. Iason lept over the bar and grabbed hold of him from behind. Riki began to scream and kick, flailing his arms wildly. The Blondie managed to pin his arms down and then began whispering in his ear. "Hush. It's all right. Riki. Calm down now. Mind me, pet."

The door hummed open again and Katze rushed in, looking around at the damage in disbelief. "Holy shit," he said, then held up an injection. "I brought a sedative."

"Give it to him," Iason ordered, and Kazte did so, administering the injection in the mongrel's deltoid.

Gradually, Riki's rage subsided, and his struggling started to diminish. "That's it," Iason said softly. "There's a good boy."

"He really fucked up his arms," Katze commented.

"I'll get the medical kit," Daryl said, rushing off.

Iason carried his pet over to his chair--one of the few pieces of furniture still upright--and sat down in it, continuing to hold Riki firmly in his arms. He nuzzled against his pet's face and kissed his cheek. "Oh pet," he sighed.

Daryl returned with the medical kit and began tending to Riki's wounds.

"What set him off?" Katze asked.

Daryl shook his head. "I found him in the library, hurling books. It was like he didn't even see me."

"Riki?" Iason whispered. "What is it? Why did you do this?"

Riki didn't respond, staring ahead blankly.

Katze crouched down, looking into his eyes. "Hey." He waved his hands before the mongrel's eyes, snapping his fingers. "Are you there?" He looked at Iason, perplexed. "It's almost like he's in a trance. I guess it's the sedative."

Riki had retreated to a place deep within where he no longer had to face the reality of an existence he could not accept. He didn't care what happened to him. He didn't care if he was punished, or even killed. It was better to be dead than not to be free.

Daryl sat back on his heels. "I've finished with his arms."

"All right, pet," Iason said, rising and then carrying him out onto the balcony. When the fresh hair hit his face, Riki blinked a few times.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Iason asked softly.

Like a child, the mongrel reached up and grabbed onto Iason's tunic, pressing his face against his chest and closing his eyes. The Blondie cradled him there for some time, puzzling over his pet's behavior. His botched attempt at suicide--and then this complete breakdown...it was obvious his pet was not happy in Eos. He sighed.

Riki was now asleep, and Iason carried him back inside to his room. Daryl and Katze were making amazing progress in restoring order to the penthouse, although the floors were still littered with broken glass. The Blondie lay his pet down on his bed, then undressed him. He wanted to examine his body to be sure that there were no other injuries. As he turned Riki onto his stomach, he was startled by the severity of his pet's bruising, which extended from his buttocks down to his thighs, dark vestiges of Iason's fury. He stroked the punished flesh with a gloved hand. This was too much. It was no wonder his pet was miserable. He marveled that his pet could even bear such punishment, puzzling over why Riki seemed to deliberately provoke him when he knew full well the consequences of his misconduct. Staring down at Riki's now peaceful face, Iason, for the first time, began to doubt his ability to tame the black-haired mongrel from Ceres. He was starting to think his pet would rather die than submit to his will. And perhaps...he needed to give his pet some of the freedom he so desperately desired. Maybe freedom would prove a better motivator than punishment. Besides, he acknowledged with a discouraged sigh, the discipline seemed to have no effect on Riki's behavior.

Failing to find any other cuts in need of medical attention, Iason now took in the mongrel's naked body sprawled out so vulnerably on the bed. He marveled over Riki's muscular chest and abdomen, the tiny hollows and ripples appealing most sensitively to his carnal desires. Breathing deeply, he realized he was in need of sexual relief, though his pet was in no state to offer much assistance. He attempted to ignore his needs, but then, when this failed to check his growing desire, he removed his glove with his teeth and then, with shaking fingers, unfastened his trousers to advance his arousal. With masterful strokes, he pleasured himself, watching his pet with shining eyes. As he neared his peak, he repositioned himself, shooting his essence onto his pet's beautiful abdomen, and then rubbing it into Riki's soft skin. Sighing, he lay down next to his pet, savoring his release.

Blinking, Riki opened his eyes, looking around in confusion and wondering why he was lying naked on the bed with Iason. Then, the memory of his breakdown pushed into his consciousness, and he groaned.

"So you're awake now."

Riki turned and looked at his Blondie master, who was lying on his side, up on one elbow, gazing at him. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm not going to punish you," Iason answered with a deep sigh. "Although I probably should. Riki. I know you're unhappy in Eos. And I've come to realize that you'd rather accept any punishment than lose your freedom. So. I've decided to loosen your chain a bit. I'll reinstate your access privileges. And I'll extend them to anywhere in Tanagura--provided you get my permission before venturing out into the city. In return, however, I expect complete obedience, or I won't hesitate to revoke those privileges. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Riki whispered, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Iason sighed. "Some would say this is like rewarding your bad behavior. But, pet, I don't want you to be miserable with me."

For the first time that day, Riki smiled. "Thank you, Iason." Then, touching his stomach tentatively with his fingers, added, "did you just jerk off on me?"

The Blondie laughed, pulling his pet to him. "You're such a mongrel."

Riki was silent; being so close to Iason invariably aroused him, and, being naked, there was no way to hide his quickly developing erection.

Immediately perceiving his pet's aroused state, Iason began kissing his neck, teasing and biting him the way he knew Riki adored. He reached down to encourage his erection, stroking him with gentle firmness, his sensual touch sending shudders through the mongrel.

Riki felt paralyzed with pleasure, passively accepting his master's ministrations. The Blondie's soft hair was everywhere--tantalizing his bare skin and exciting him with its erotic scent--so distinctively Iason. He began playing with it, letting it slide between his fingers. He loved Iason's hair so much--sometimes he could hardly stand how beautiful his Blondie master was.

He was now fully aroused and his eyes, shining with lust, met Iason's. Riki felt he wasn't in a position to request anything and so could only hope his Blondie master would continue his attentions.

Then Iason kissed him, exploring his mouth slowly and sensually as though for the first time. "Riki," he whispered, "there are some things you enjoy as my pet, isn't that so?" He kissed him again, harder, running his hands up and down his pet's bare flesh.

"Isn't that so?" he asked again.

A small moan escaped the mongrel's lips as Iason began kissing his chest, moving down his torso with indisputable objective. His tongue flicked seductively along his abdomen, and then Iason stopped, his beautiful blue eyes locked on his pet's face. "Tell me, Riki."

"I enjoy...many things with you, Iason."

"Like what?"

"Like what we're doing now. Please don't stop."

Iason smiled, then continued down, sliding his hand around Riki's shaft and then swirling his tongue over the head, delighting in taste of lust that betrayed his pet's pre-ejaculatory emissions. He explored him thoroughly with his tongue, encouraged by Riki's moans and anxious thrusting, then took him into his mouth.

Riki could barely contain himself once he was in Iason's mouth. Gasping, he reached down to rest his hands on the Blondie's head. "That's so good," he whispered. "Iason...you're so good."

Iason opened his eyes and gazed at his pet as he pleasured him, a look so seductive that Riki moaned. It felt so good and he wanted it to last, but something about Iason was just too stimulating. He was too beautiful, too erotic, too intense, too skilled. He tried to hold back, and then the desire to ejaculate was just too overwhelming.

Taking hold of Iason's head, he began thrusting, tiny grunts betraying his urgency. The Blondie relaxed his throat, allowing his pet to copulate in his mouth. Crying out through gritted teeth, Riki released his essence into his Blondie master, who savored his every sound, his every expression.

Riki fell back onto the bed, gasping. As Iason moved beside him, he felt a sudden longing to gather his pet into his arms. He did so, holding him close.

"Iason," Riki whispered, sighing.

The Blondie smiled, nuzzling against him for a few moments. Then he kissed his pet on the cheek and sat up.

"I must return to work. Please help Daryl and Katze clean up the mess you made."

"I'm sorry...Iason. I know I broke a lot of things."

"Yes, you did." Iason pointed to his pet's nose with mock sternness. "I really should turn you over my knee right now. And don't think I won't punish you severely if you do it again."

With that, the Blondie turned and left, leaving Riki to marvel over his master's behavior. He wasn't being punished for trashing the penthouse. In fact, Iason was reinstating his privileges--even giving him additional freedoms. It seemed too good to be true.

Daryl and Katze were equally amazed at Iason's leniency. They had been whispering together, worried about what would happen to Riki. The Blondie's decision to grant his pet additional privileges rather than punish him for his remarkable infraction seemed incomprehensible, each of them having endured Iason's punishing wrath on several occasions for lesser transgressions. And then, there was no mistaking what had been going on in Iason's bedroom, the timing a source of great mystification to them both.

Iason returned to work feeling a profound sense of relief. He had a feeling that things would be different with Riki now. Perhaps it was just a gut feeling, but he believed he had found the answer to gaining his pet's obedience. He sighed when he saw Raoul immediately approaching him on his arrival, though felt an inward sense of satisfaction at the bruise that yellowed his cheek.

"Iason, where have you been?"

"I had an urgent matter to attend to, Raoul."

"Jupiter's been calling for you."

Iason felt his stomach lock up at these words. What did Jupiter want now?

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