Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Iason's Angst ❯ One-Shot

Iason's Angst

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, explicit yaoi

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.***

Iason continued to stroke his pet's hair for some time. "Now," he said finally. "We need to clean you up a bit."

"Nooo," his pet whined, burying his face in his master's chest unhappily.

"Hush," Iason whispered. "You're not going to be naughty again already, are you?"

"Hmphf," the mongrel muttered, pouting.

Iason smiled, then called Daryl, who appeared instantly, already prepared with the first aid kit.

"Take Riki to his room and tend to any open wounds. Be sure you use antiseptic."

Riki groaned.

"All right now. Get up," Iason said firmly, giving his pet a little pat on his thigh.

Obeying with obvious reluctance, Riki slid painfully from his master's lap and trudged after Daryl, his chains dragging along the floor. Iason looked at his punished bottom with some concern-his pet had been injured during Raoul's enthusiastic discipline session, the skin broken in several places. He would have to monitor the healing process carefully.

Shaking his head at Riki's disobedience, he picked up a book and then slipped on his new spectacles-a small wire-rimmed pair that had just been specially made for him. Iason had been having difficulty focusing over the past month or so, especially when reading. He had put off doing anything about it because it was unusual for a Blondie to have vision problems; but then-he now acknowledged-he had always been something of a deviant. He settled back in his chair, smiling when he heard Riki's loud objections to Daryl's administrations.

Suddenly, Riki came running into the room, streaking around naked as Daryl chased him with a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic. He ran in pathetic circle around Iason's chair, his chains hindering his progress.

Trying to hide his amusement at his pet's pitiful attempt to escape Daryl's attentions, Iason slammed his book shut. "Pet!" he said, sternly. "Come here."

Riki stopped, looking surprised to see Iason, as though he had not even noticed his master still sitting there. His eyes widened when he saw Iason in his spectacles-he had never seen him wear them before, and he gaped at the sight of the Blondie in them now, a lopsided smile creeping onto his face. "You look really…cute in those," he whispered.

Flattered by his pet's compliment, but wanting to maintain some semblance of authority, Iason disregarded the remark, reproaching him. "What did I tell you? You are to allow Daryl to do whatever's necessary to clean you up."

"But he keeps trying to put that fucking stuff on it that stings like hell," Riki lamented.

"As he most certainly should," Iason replied. "Otherwise you'll get an infection."

"But it…hurts." Sulking, Riki looked at his master with the eyes of a puppy.

Iason couldn't resist a smile at his pet's ploy to avoid the necessary first aid. Sighing, he removed his spectacles and rose to his feet. "All right. It looks as though I must do this myself."

Disappointed with this announcement, Riki sighed, defeated.

"I'm sorry, Iason-sama," Daryl said, mortified that his master was assuming his duties.

"It's no fault of yours," Iason replied, giving Riki a pointed look. He held out his hand to retrieve the bottle and cloth and then led his pet by his collar chain to his bedroom. "Lie down," he commanded.

With an exaggerated sigh that betrayed his annoyance, the mongrel climbed onto the bed, flopping onto his stomach with a pout. Iason examined him, shaking his head. No wonder his pet resisted being treated-the antiseptic would certainly be excruciating on his broken skin. He poured some of it onto the cloth and then, using one hand to pin Riki firmly to the bed, began applying it to the needed areas. His pet cried out his anguish, squirming in a futile attempt to escape his master's hand.

"What a fuss," Iason scolded, but softly, feeling sympathy for Riki's misery.

"Just fucking kill me," Riki moaned.

Smiling, Iason continued to apply the necessary antiseptic. "Perhaps next time you'll remember how much this hurts before you do something foolish."

Sighing loudly, Riki made his views on Iason's admonishment clear.

"Might I remind you," his master said, in a low voice, "that you are in a very vulnerable position, pet."

This elicited a few moments of silence from the mongrel, but the hiatus was short-lived. As Iason applied an ointment to his punished flesh, he wailed anew.

"Daryl!" Iason called.

Daryl rushed into the room.

"Go down to the pavilion and ask Yousi for an accelerator with a mild opiate release."

"Yes, Sir," he replied, immediately leaving to retrieve the wanted medicine.

Perking up at the word "opiate," Riki now changed his tone. "What's an accelerator with…whatever you just said?" he asked, sweetly.

"It's an accelerated antibiotic that will help you heal quickly and prevent any scarring."

"But what was the part about…the opiate?"

"I won't lie to you, pet. It's going to be quite painful when I apply it. But you'll feel much better by tomorrow, both from the opiate and the accelerated healing."

"How much is it going to hurt?" his pet demanded, grumpily.

"As much as it's going to," came Iason's matter-of-fact reply.

Riki pouted. "Why do we have to put that on, too?"

"Fussy little pet," Iason sighed, under his breath. "Stop being so naughty and you won't have to worry so much about your precious bottom. Might I remind you that you tossed a two million credit Vergatti off the balcony today? You're lucky I stopped Raoul before he paddled you raw."

"He DID paddle me raw," Riki protested.

"Ohhh no, pet," Iason laughed, brokenly, "I assure you, he could have done much more damage. I must say, I'm a little disappointed. That public whipping didn't deter you from your disobedience in the least, did it?"

Riki fell silent, remembering the horrible display of pure torture he had witnessed, the bloody whipping of the unfortunate pet who had somehow incurred his master's wrath.

"Iason," he said, finally, "what did that pet do to deserve that?"

"He disobeyed his master."

"Yeah, but…what EXACTLY did he do?"

The Blondie leaned close to his pet. "He pestered his master with naughty questions."

"Okay, real funny," Riki muttered. "You don't even know, do you?"

"As a matter of fact, pet, I do know. But I choose not to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because it's enough to know he disobeyed his master. But I will tell you, pet, that you should consider yourself lucky-you've committed far more serious transgressions and gotten off with much slimmer punishment. You ought to be thanking my leniency."

The dark-haired mongrel was hardly in the mood to be thanking his master for his "lenient" punishments, considering the current state of his tender backside. However, as Iason tended to his tormented flesh, he felt some comfort in the unhurried manner of his master's touch, and the obvious care and attention he gave his wounds. Even the Blondie's low, soft reprimands were reassuring in some way, because the master's concern and love for his pet lay quietly beneath his words.

Finished with the ointment, Iason decided to pour himself some wine and left his pet for a moment, wandering toward the bar. As he passed the great window, he happened to look down and see Daryl by the pavilion, using one of the public terminals. Surprised, he wondered only momentarily what he was doing, almost immediately concluding that he was engaged in a forbidden activity…and with whom.

Walking over to his terminal, he punched in Daryl's ID to retrieve his purchase logs, and pulled up a list of calls made in the last week or so…to Katze.

He sighed.

So. Daryl had been disobeying him all the while. He shook his head, laughing at himself. He had checked the penthouse call logs but not Daryl's purchase logs-something he should have reviewed long before, yet he had foolishly trusted his Furniture of twelve years, despite recent challenges to his authority. Iason still had not dealt with Daryl, or even confronted him, concerning his part in the deception at Serendipity; perhaps that was why he had so boldly defied his master's explicit command not to contact Katze.

Despite his anger and disappointment at Daryl's deception and betrayal, part of him almost admired his initiative and courage…the boy was clever-though not clever enough. But something that had been eating away at him for some time now became impossible to ignore-Daryl was no longer fit to be his Furniture…not if he couldn't trust him. He had begun to notice that, for some time, he had been defying him in small ways; or perhaps it was more correct to say that he no longer cowered before him, obeying his every demand and anticipating his every need. The truth of the matter was, Daryl no longer feared him.

The Blondie knew this was Riki's influence-as well as Katze's. He might have been more disappointed, had he not taken this as a definitive sign that it was time for Daryl to move into a new role-much in the same way that he had redirected Katze-a move that he had been pondering for several months. And ever since the day Daryl hacked into his ring command program, he had been contemplating how Daryl's computer skills could be fully utilized…especially now.

Iason already knew he could use him for Syndicate jobs, but there was something even more important looming-a dangerous, profoundly far-reaching project that had been consuming him for some time, in which Daryl's skills could prove particularly useful. It was an operation of unprecedented proportions, foolish most likely-but not, Iason was now convinced-impossible.

The idea had its conception in the security breaches that had required reprogramming the entire security grid. Iason had puzzled over this for some time, bothered by one critical question: why had Jupiter failed to halt or even acknowledge the security violation? The breach had suggested to the Blondie a second, more compelling question-what if Jupiter could be overthrown, and Tanagura returned to the hands of men?

Iason knew the danger involved in even contemplating such an idea. And, even should such a rebellion succeed, the chaos it would unleash would be, well…unprecedented, at least since the days of the Revolution. It would be trading order for disorder, certainty for uncertainty, government for anarchy. Yet…it would also mean freedom from Jupiter's oppression, and the possibility of this alternative future for Amoi had consumed him for some time, and was starting to tax him physically as well as emotionally. He knew that he alone possessed the power and influence to make such an overthrow possible, and it was a burden that now pressed into his consciousness all too often.

But…all this was purely theoretical-probably absurd-and Iason sighed as he realized that his mind had once again wandered into his revolution fantasy, giving him yet another splitting headache. For the moment, all that he should be concerned about was that Daryl had deceived him, and that he would have to be punished. Sighing, he logged off the terminal and sat down for a moment, his head in his hands.

So. The only thing he was certain of was that Daryl's days as his Furniture were coming to an end. It was time for a new household member…someone who would fear him and obey him without question or hesitation. Someone he could trust not to solicit sexual favors from his pet. Someone young, preferably newly broken. Someone more like Daryl used to be.

As he considered this, the image of Xian's pet, Juthian, came to mind-the unfortunate pet that had been publicly whipped by Raoul. He knew that Xian was planning to sell him, and a newly punished pet was an ideal convert to Furniture. All it would take was a call to Xian and the boy would be his. Perhaps he would serve as a reminder to Riki as to what his fate could be if he were to continue down his path of disobedience.

His mind made up, Iason put in the call to Xian, who greeted him warmly, thrilled to be contacted by Tanagura's leading Blondie.

"Iason Mink-a pleasure. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling about your pet-Z540K, isn't it? If you're still planning to sell him, I'd like to purchase him from you, provided you can perform a modification first."

"You want Juthian for your Furniture?" Xian seemed astonished at this, but then continued eagerly. "Certainly. Of course that can be arranged-absolutely. When did you want him?"

"In two weeks. I'll call for him. And I'll agree to your terms, whatever they are."

"Oh, no, please…consider it a gift, Iason," Xian said, hurriedly. "I positively insist. It would be an honor." The Blondie was already bursting with pride, anxious to spread the word that his pet was to become the Furniture of Iason Mink-although he wondered why the Blondie wanted Juthian, who had been so recently publicly humiliated and ruined. But then, as everyone knew, Iason had unusual tastes.

"How is he?" Iason asked.

Xian paused for a moment. "How is he?" he blinked, as if unsure how to answer. "You mean, is he healing?"

"How is…his spirit?"

"Oh!" Xian laughed. "Quite broken, I assure you. He's rather dismayed that I've decided to sell him. I'm certain his days of rebellion are over."

Iason smiled at Xian's phrase, "days of rebellion," comparing Juthian's behavior to that of Riki's. He knew full well the extent of Juthian's transgressions-the pet had been punished for the stupidest of all infractions-opening the forbidden chest.

The "forbidden chest" was a device used by some masters to test the loyalty of pets and their ability to obey commands in the face of temptation and curiosity. The chest was kept in a special place in the household and the pet was instructed never to open it. Any pet that violated this mandate found a message inside informing them that their master had just been alerted of their disobedience. The technique of the forbidden chest was ancient in origin yet continued to be used because its deception was guarded with the utmost secrecy-pets and Furniture who dared reveal its true secret had their tongues removed as punishment. Iason had no doubt that, had he acquired a forbidden chest to test to his own unruly pet, it would have been violated before the end of the first day.

The fact that the boy had been punished mostly for curiosity, or perhaps stupidity-and not for some horrible transgression-made him an ideal candidate for training. The whipping would serve as sufficient deterrent so that additional punishment would probably be unnecessary, in the same way it had for Daryl, but for the occasional infraction requiring firm correction. And, in truth, Iason felt some sympathy for the Xian's pet, who had endured one of the most barbaric whippings he had ever witnessed at the hands of Raoul. Iason privately felt that the Blondie's choice of punishment had been far too severe for the crime. And he had been impressed that Juthian had not begged for mercy, although his cries had been spine-tingling.

Finally, Iason simply liked the looks of the boy-his fair skin and light hair that hung in soft waves past his shoulders, the ends curling provocatively, his blue-green eyes the hue of the Amoian sea, his slender, slight built. It was a shame that Xian had ruined him as a pet with a whipping that would leave horrible scars. But the boy was still beautiful to look at and would make a perfect Furniture.

And as for Daryl, Iason had already settled on his punishment. He and Katze would be disciplined together. He would have to be severe on them because he wanted to entrust more responsibility to them both, and unless he could ensure their loyalty, he could never trust them with what he had in mind. It would serve as a reminder that no matter how much freedom Iason granted them, they must still ultimately obey him in all matters, without hesitation or question.

* * *

"How many times must I tell you not to call me?" Katze demanded, furious that Daryl had once again risked contacting him.

"But I miss you…and I wanted to tell you about what happened earlier-Raoul came over and punished Riki, and then the three of them had sex together. It was amazing."

"Much as that intrigues me," Katze said, eager to learn the details, "it's no excuse, Daryl. Don't underestimate Iason. He's going to find out."

"I don't care."

Katze smiled. "You naughty boy. Next time we're together, you're getting spanked."

"Promise?"

"And that's not all. I can't get into it now, but I have a surprise for you…and you're going to love it."

"A surprise?" Daryl was delighted, jumping up and down like a child. "What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see, love. But for now, you get your ass back home. And don't you dare call me again."

"How are your injuries?"

"Almost healed. That shit they made me go through hurt like hell but the results are pretty amazing."

"Oh." Daryl was a little disappointed, knowing this meant the time for Katze's punishment was drawing near.

"Now don't start with that face. I'm a big boy; I can take what's coming. You know I deserve whatever's on the agenda."

"I can't stand to see you suffer," Daryl whispered.

"Don't worry. I fully intend to pump myself up with opiates first," Katze grinned. "Now, I'm hanging up, so here's a kiss…goodbye, love."

"Bye," Daryl said, just catching Katze's wink before he cut the transmission.

Katze stared at the blank screen, worried. He knew Iason; there was no way the Blondie wouldn't eventually find out what Daryl was up to, and there was nothing Katze could do to protect him.

But at least he had an exciting surprise for his lover. He'd gotten the idea after Daryl had been punished with the G-strap. They had left Iason's penthouse to go to Tanagura Medical, and he had been reiterating how much he'd hated watching Daryl suffer. And then Daryl had made a remark that had intrigued him.

"It hurt pretty awful at first," Daryl admitted. "But then something interesting happened."

"What…do you mean?" Katze whispered, his breathing labored from his injuries.

"I started feeling…I started having sexual images, and…strange sensations."

Katze blinked at this. "You mean…you got horny?"

"Not exactly…well, yes, in a way. I don't know, I was also in a lot of pain so it was confusing. And…the same thing happened the last time he used the strap on me."

"It must have been…that G-wave technology," Katze breathed, pondering the implications. He had decided then that he would do a little research and see what he could find about utilizing G-waves to enhance sexual pleasure.

And what he found on the black market nearly blew his mind. He discovered that there was an entire industry, mostly centered around Alpha Zen exports, that used G-wave technology to pleasure those without sexual function-including Furniture. A strap-on stimulation devise was worn around the pelvis, emitting G-waves at 10,000 times the level of a pet ring or G-strap, and could literally produce a replication of the pleasure achieved at orgasm. The units could also be fitted with "toys" or organ simulators for even more authentic sexual experiences. Katze had immediately acquired two such units and, unable to wait until he saw Daryl again, experimented with the stimulator, experiencing for the first time since his modification the pleasure of sexual gratification.

It had nearly brought him to tears.

He couldn't wait to give Daryl the experience, couldn't wait for both of them to experiment together. The only drawback, a rather unfortunate one, was that the devices were deemed to be dangerous-the high-level exposure to G-waves was hazardous to Amoians. For this reason, they were technically forbidden on Amoi. It was this, and this alone, that had prevented Katze from stimulating himself around the clock when he first acquired the amazing device.

But now, to have a means to pleasure Daryl and show him his love in a physical way, was like a fantasy come true for Katze. It was even better than what he had in mind when he had concocted the ill-fated plan to use Riki as a surrogate lover. He knew that Daryl had never even had an orgasm, and he couldn't wait to see his lover's face contort with pleasure when he experienced it for the first time.

So, even though he knew he would soon be severely punished by Iason Mink, at least…he had something to look forward to afterwards.

* * *

The door hummed open and Daryl finally rushed in.

"Here it is, Master Iason," Daryl said, bringing the wanted medicine to Iason.

The Blondie took it from him, observing him closely. "That took a bit longer than I expected," he said, softly, knowing full well the call probably had not taken more than a few minutes, but that Daryl would be guilty about it.

"Oh. Yes," Daryl stammered, "and that is my fault-I was distracted by all the punishment devices."

Iason smiled at his lie. "Yes, there is quite a selection, wouldn't you say? It just serves to remind one how many ways disobedience can be punished."

Daryl shifted his weight, looking uneasy.

Iason laughed softly. "Come with me," he said, returning to Riki's bedroom. His pet was moaning a little, and his eyes snapped darkly when he saw his Blondie master.

"That stuff you put on really stings," he complained. "It just gets worse and worse."

"Well, pet. Prepare yourself for more pain," Iason replied, holding up the can of accelerator. "This won't take long, but you won't like it."

"That's just fucking great!" Riki wailed, furious. "Like I can really take any more of this shit!"

"That's enough, Riki," the Blondie chided. "Let's remember how you got that naughty bottom of yours paddled in the first place. It's because you were deliberately disobedient, isn't that so? Or have you already forgotten your transgressions?"

Sighing with exaggerated weariness, his pet fell silent. Iason sat down on the bed next to him.

"Daryl. Hold his arms down," he ordered. As Daryl obeyed, he pinned Riki's back to the bed with one hand while he sprayed the accelerator on with the other, eliciting screams from his pet.

"Fucking stop, Iason! Oh help me!! Oh fuck!"

Although the administration of the accelerator was excruciating, it only lasted a few minutes.

"I hate you!" Riki cried. "You're torturing me on purpose!"

"Now, now," Iason whispered, gently, forgiving Riki his angry words. "It's over now, pet. You should start feeling quite a bit better by tomorrow." He reached out and began stroking his pet's hair and back.

Soothed by his master's reassuring touch, Riki calmed, and after a few moments apologized. "I don't really hate you," he said.

"I'm glad to hear it," Iason smiled. Then, much to his pet's relief, he finally had his chains removed, though encouraged him to remain naked for his own comfort.

Later that night, after they had gone to bed, the Blondie woke to the sound of his pet crying. He snuggled up to him, kissing his tears. "Are you hurting, pet?" he asked, softly.

"Yeah."

Iason reached out and stroked his hair for a few moments. "All right." He got up and retrieved an Opiate-6 to ease the suffering of his pet.

"Take this," he ordered, offering the pill along with a glass of water.

Riki took one look at the pill, seeing the tiny O-6 inscribed on it, and gazed up at Iason with wide eyes. "You're really give me this?" he said, his relief transparent.

"Yes, pet. I can't have you keeping me up all night with your moaning," the Blondie replied, smiling at his pet's obvious delight.

"Oh," Riki exclaimed, after swallowing the pill, "that's…like the nicest fucking thing you've ever done." He reached up and kissed Iason enthusiastically, then lay back down, smiling up at him sweetly.

Iason looked down at him, suddenly feeling a stirring from Riki's affection. "Doesn't it hurt lying on your back like that?" he whispered.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Then…why don't you roll onto your side."

As he did so, Iason pressed his body up against him, being careful not to push too hard against his sore region. His need was now stronger, and he nuzzled up against his pet's cheek, running his hand down his naked body to his hip. "Pet," he whispered in his ear, "I don't want to hurt you. But…I want you."

Riki was quiet for a moment, surprised that his master seemed to almost be asking his permission to take him. He smiled at this, pleased that Iason cared how he felt. Wanting to reward his master's kindness in giving him the pain reliever, he responded by nuzzling back.

"Do you want me to pleasure you some before you take me?" he asked. "I'll suck you and lick you just how you like."

Releasing his held breath with a little moan, Iason began kissing his neck, excitedly. "You're being such a good little pet tonight." He reached down and fondled him, the mongrel responding immediately to his master's touch.

Suddenly feeling raunchy, Riki rolled over, pushing Iason onto his back. "Want me to love you?" he asked.

Closing his eyes for a moment at his pet's choice of words, Iason opened them slowly and replied, "Yes, Riki. I want you to love me."

Riki responded to this by biting and sucking on Iason's throat aggressively, causing him to gasp and shiver. Then, pleasuring him more gently, Riki left a trail of soft kisses along his throat up to his mouth, then prodded open his master's mouth with his tongue and proceeded to kiss him using all his erotic arts, a project which brought them both into full arousal.

He felt Iason's hands on his waist, his fingers gently stroking his sides in a tantalizing manner; his master would have usually explored his backside more thoroughly, squeezing and spreading him firmly, but avoided doing so for fear of hurting his punished pet. Riki moved down and began sucking on Iason's nipples, rolling the hard buds around on his tongue as he scraped his hands sensually down the Blondie's hard body. Iason closed his eyes, his lips parting as he enjoyed his pet's every move.

Sliding down further, Riki tantalized him with soft kisses to his stomach, inserting his tongue suggestively into his navel, causing Iason's muscles to instinctively contract. He got up on his knees, straddling him, and for several moments simply took in the beautiful body of his Blondie master, savoring every line and hollow, every well-sculpted muscle that rippled beneath his hot flesh. His own erection twitching eagerly as he ran his hands down Iason's chest to his waist, Riki shuddered, wishing desperately to be inside him, longing for the tantric squeeze of the Blondie's inner sanctum.

He slid his fingers expertly to the hollow below his pelvic bone, the place that he knew excited his master most deliciously. Iason moaned, his eyes glimmering with lust. The Blondie reached for him and Riki, with a naughty smile, grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. Iason, thrilled with his pet's playful spirit, but desperately wanting to touch him, glared at him with mock sternness.

"Someone wants another spanking," he threatened. "Release me or face the consequences."

"Are you saying you can't get away? What happened to all that famous Blondie strength?"

Iason immediately escaped Riki's grip and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling him down for a kiss. "I warned you, pet," he whispered. "You'll get that spanking. But I'll just wait a day or so to claim it-when you least expect it."

"Oh yeah?" Riki taunted, flicking his tongue tantalizingly into his master's mouth.

The Blondie moaned, pulling him close.

"You like this, don't you? How about if I do this…somewhere else? Want me to fuck you with my tongue?"

Iason groaned, shivering from his pet's provocative words.

"I'll take that as a yes. Turn over. I want you where I can spread you good."

Smiling at Riki's confident commands, his Blondie master obeyed, drawing in his breath sharply when he felt his pet's hands sliding down his back to his buttocks and then spreading him, his thumbs resting provocatively on his portal.

"Open your legs more," Riki whispered. "Wider…yeah. Just like that."

Using both hands, the mongrel pushed the Blondie's glutes apart firmly, gazing at him for a moment, then began exploring him with his tongue. Iason's moans and gasps told him his efforts were well received by the Blondie, who began unconsciously wiggling and pushing back against him, craving more stimulation. Riki teased his portal with slow circles until Iason finally called his name out, almost angry. Trying to fight back a laugh, the mongrel then began thrusting his tongue inside the Blondie, as deeply as he could, eliciting increasingly excited vocalizations.

"Oh Riki…that's it," Iason gasped, in complete ecstasy. "Keep doing that."

Slipping in a finger as he continued to pleasure him, Riki now was so aroused that the temptation of having his master's hot, wet, twitching sanctum within his complete control was too powerful to resist. His own erection demanded attention, begging him for passage into the Blondie's inner realms.

He withdrew his tongue, continuing to thrust with his fingers, and moaned, biting his lip.

"Iason," he pleaded, "let me fuck you."

"Not now, pet," the Blondie answered, sounding almost irritated. "Keep doing what you were before."

Riki, with his master's ass invitingly positioned only a few inches from his face, was completely overcome with lust. He groaned again, loudly.

"Riki!"

"I can't…help it," his pet answered, suddenly leaping up and repositioning himself to fuck Iason. Without hesitating, he thrust with all his strength into his Blondie master, crying out from the pleasure of his grip.

Surprised, Iason turned to look back, as though not quite believing his pet's audacity. "Pet! How dare you disobey me!"

"Just fucking let me come!" Riki begged, thrusting faster, as though somehow thinking he could climax before Iason stopped him.

But Iason was in no mood for games this time, and easily dismounted the unruly mongrel, pinning him facedown on the bed.

"You naughty little mongrel," the Blondie whispered, stroking himself as he took in the delicious presentation of his pet, arms pinned behind his back, bottom bruised and so thoroughly, uncompromisingly, delightfully paddled. Now there was no question as to which position he would choose to ravish his naughty pet-only one position would do, his favorite-the position of domination. Straddling him as he pushed Riki's legs together, Iason pressed himself up to Riki's portal, demanding entry with a few forceful thrusts as the mongrel winced and then cried out.

He ignored Riki's yelps of pain, the sight of his phallus sinking into the depths of his pet's punished flesh so arousing that he groaned, then sucked in his breath sharply. "Ahhhhhh yes," he breathed, his lip curling in a snarl. "What a naughty boy you are…paddled again so soon." The imagery of Raoul, gripping the paddle with both hands as he administered the punishing blows to Riki's bare bottom with devastating force now flashed before his eyes, pushing him to new heights.

"You're fucking hurting me!"

"So…you thought you could take me without any consequences, is that it? When I specifically told you no?"

"You let me do it…that one time," his pet protested.

"Pet," Iason said, with a hard thrust, "when I give you an order in bed, I expect you to obey it. Is that understood?"

"Ow! Don't…fuck so hard!"

"I said," Iason repeated, this time fucking even harder, "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yeah! I fucking get it already! Oh fuck!"

Now breathing harder, Iason closed his eyes, enjoying his pet's hot tightness and even his protests, and feeling quite ready to come. Deciding not to prolong matters, he allowed himself to ascend toward completion, vocalizing his pleasure with each thrust as he undulated erotically against his prostrate pet.

"Ohhhh," he breathed, throwing his head back and biting his lip. Then, he reached the critical point, his lust spilling past the point of no return, his essence shooting rhythmically into the wet embrace of the mongrel, as he unleashed a groan quite unlike one Riki had ever heard before.

Riki groaned, too, from frustration. After a few moments, Iason pulled out, then lay on his side, his hand on Riki's back.

His anger evaporating now that his needs were fulfilled, Iason smiled at his pet's pathetic hip thrusts into the bed. "Would you like to take me now, Riki?" he asked.

Bolting up, Riki looked at him in disbelief. "For real?" he cried, pumping himself excitedly.

Answering with a smile, Iason turned over, offering himself by spreading his legs tantalizingly.

Riki stared at the beautiful Blondie positioned so invitingly on the bed, his heart racing as he considered the perfect curve of his buttocks, enticingly framing his waiting portal.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, pressing himself eagerly up to the Blondie's entrance, and then penetrating fully. "Iason, shit. You're so fucking tight," he breathed, his eyes rolling back with ecstasy. "You're…unbelievable."

He was already so aroused that it didn't take long to reach orgasm; once Iason began squeezing him, the mongrel was unable to hold back, his body shaking as his semen shot into the Blondie's grip. "Fuck yeah," he whispered, hoarsely, feeling almost dizzy from the simultaneous sensations of his ejaculation and the opiate starting to take effect.

Trembling, he held onto Iason's back for a moment before he withdrew, feeling disoriented but amazingly wonderful. "Ohhhhh," he moaned.

Iason smiled. "Starting to feel better now, pet?"

"Hell yes."

"Good. Now let's both get some sleep."

"I'm sorry I…fucked you when you told me not to."

"No need for apologies," the Blondie teased, "since I'll be punishing you for that later."

"Mean fucker," Riki muttered, but smiled.

"I thought," Iason said, kissing his neck, "you said you liked it when I punish you."

"Sometimes…but not always. And NOT when Raoul does it."

"Is that so? Then when I really want to punish you, I'll have to be sure to have Raoul do it."

Riki didn't answer, thinking about how the "punishment" session had ended, and remembering Iason's jealousy when he confirmed that Riki had enjoyed being taken by Raoul.

Iason seemed to sense his thoughts, probing him a little more. "But, it wasn't a punishment when he took you, was it? I think you enjoyed that, pet?"

"We've already been over this," he answered, evasively. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me the truth," Iason said, though not entirely wanting to hear it.

Riki remained silent, disappointed that Iason was ruining their moment together with his pointless questioning. "No, you don't," he said, quietly.

Now Iason's manner suddenly changed, as he grabbed hold of Riki's hair and pulled him close. "Answer me," he demanded.

"Ow! Dammit, Iason! Yes, I liked it. Fuck. Is that what you want? You want me to come out and say it? I liked it when he fucked me, I loved it when he took me in his mouth. I fucking wanted to come so bad-I hated you when you made him stop."

Furious, Iason released him and rose up, getting out of bed and putting on his robe.

Confused, Riki stared after him for a moment. "Come on, Iason. Don't be like that. Come back to bed."

The Blondie ignored him, leaving the room. Riki got up and followed him, a little surprised with Iason's behavior, which he could only interpret as jealousy.

"You've got to be kidding me," Riki said. "You're still mad about this?"

"Leave me!" Iason yelled, whipping around to glare at him.

Riki stared back at him for a moment, evaluating the authenticity of the Blondie's command; was this a master's order to his pet, or was it an emotional response from Iason, the dark jealousy of a lover?

For the first time since he had come under Iason's roof, Riki suddenly felt that his master regarded him as something more than a pet-even more than a special pet. The Blondie's body language-and angst-ridden eyes-communicated not a master's disapproval, but a lover's anger.

This was more like a lovers' spat. And as such, it was something the mongrel could completely get his arms around-a situation that, for once, he knew how to handle. Ignoring Iason's insistence on being left alone, Riki approached him, slowly. "What's this?" he asked softly. "Surely you're not seriously jealous of Raoul? Have you forgotten…how much I despise him?"

Iason turned away, silent. Encouraged, Riki moved closer, resting his hands on the Blondie's hips, then sliding them up to wrap his arms around him as he pressed his body up against his back. He sighed, burying his face in Iason's intoxicating hair. "You know I hate Raoul. That's why I destroyed the gift he sent. I'm so fucking tired of watching him trying to seduce you. And now that he's taken that paddle to me, I'd fucking kill him if I had the chance. So you don't have anything to be…upset…about. The only reason things got so…unusual today was because I'd gone so long without coming. It would have been that way with anyone-I was about ready to burst. I would have got off on that taming stick if you'd let me. But I'm not in the least attracted to him. When I think of what happened now I wanna puke…just the thought of that bastard in me pisses me off."

Smiling, Iason listened to his pet's diatribe against Raoul with relief, immensely comforted by his words, and thrilled with the way he had come after him, insisting on being heard. He was surprised with his own reaction and his inability to shake off his jealousy of Raoul. It was all so absurd, given that he had solicited Raoul's participation in the first place. But his punishment had horribly backfired, and the Blondie felt that he-not his pet-had been the one most punished. Now, the way Riki embraced him from behind, softly reassuring him, filled him with such powerful feelings of love for the mongrel, feelings he knew that he could never really express-not to a pet. Yet he longed to turn around and grab him, confess his love for him once and for all, Jupiter be damned.

"Please…please don't have him ever come over again," Riki whispered.

He turned around, and bent down to kiss Riki. "I can promise you that much," he replied. "I'll never have Raoul punish you again."

Thrilled, his pet smiled up at him, a smile so captivating that for a moment Iason held his breath, just staring down at the beautiful face he loved so much, the face of his beloved Riki.

* * *

"Iason. Let me come in." Raoul stood outside Iason's office, speaking into the intercom.

"Can it wait, Raoul?"

"Stop putting me off. I want to talk to you."

The door hummed open and Raoul entered, finding Iason at the bar, pouring himself some wine.

"Cognac?" Iason asked.

Nodding almost dismissively, he walked toward his old lover, despairing in the way Iason refused to even make prolonged eye contact. "Iason. You deposited two and half million credits into my portfolio."

"I told you I would reimburse you, Raoul."

"And I told you not to worry about it," Raoul shot back, his voice rising. "That Vergatti was a gift-not something I wanted you to pay me for."

"I couldn't have accepted it. I would have given it back or else insisted on paying you." Iason handed him a glass of cognac, motioning to the set of comfortable-looking chairs near the window. "Let's sit."

Raoul took the drink, following Iason reluctantly, wanting instead to take him into his arms and make love to him, right there in the office. He was frustrated and angry with Iason, who had been obviously avoiding him ever since…that night.

The Blondie sat down gracefully, looking at Raoul with a sigh. "Raoul. I know I'm to blame for…giving you false ideas about us. But now I want to make it perfectly clear to you. You're a dear friend. And once, yes, you were my lover. But, despite everything that's happened recently, you and I are not lovers now, and are not going to be lovers. I won't be soliciting your…assistance…with Riki ever again. It was a foolish mistake, one that I now regret."

Listening in disbelief, Raoul shook his head. "No. You can't just cut me off like this. I'm not a toy, Iason."

Iason sighed. "You have every right to be angry. I gave you mixed signals."

"Yes. Yes you did," Raoul said, his voice quivering with anger. "And you can't deny, Iason-you can't say you didn't enjoy the sex. We both know you did."

"Oh, I freely admit to that. I've told you before…my body still loves you."

"But…your heart doesn't," Raoul finished, furious. "So who is this mystery lover who's captured your affections? Why do I never see you with anyone? And why the hell does he let you pair with your old lover, not to mention your pet? Or perhaps you're lying to me, making him up just to put me off?"

"I have not lied," Iason said, softly.

"Then tell me. I deserve that much. You know I do."

Iason looked away, silent.

Now Raoul hurled his glass against the wall, shattering it, and stood up, grabbing Iason and forcing him to his feet. "Tell me!" he demanded. "You'll tell me, Iason, if I have to beat it out of you!" And as if demonstrating the validity of his threat, Raoul struck him, hard, across the face.

Surprised-though it was not the first time Raoul had struck him-Iason lowered his eyes, his cheek burning. "All right. If you must know."

Raoul waited, his heart beating faster.

Now Iason met Raoul's gaze, his sea-blue eyes cold with resolve. "It's Riki."

Raoul gave a little laugh, his brow creasing in a questioning manner. "What? Are you…joking?" He studied him for a moment and then, realizing with horror that Iason spoke the truth, he shook his head in disbelief.

"No. That can't be. Are you…out of your MIND?" Nearly screaming the last word, Raoul shook him like a naughty child. "Have you any idea what will happen if-"

"Hush," Iason cautioned, sharply.

"I can't let you throw everything away. Not for HIM!"

"Keep your voice down, Raoul," Iason whispered.

"I'll speak as LOUD AS I FUCKING FEEL LIKE!" Raoul yelled, cursing in an uncharacteristic way that surprised Iason, reminding him of Riki.

Iason was being buzzed by multiple people on the floor who, hearing the commotion in his office, wanted to know if everything was okay. Iason moved to his terminal and assured everyone that he and Raoul were simply having a difference of opinion. Then he put on some music to mask any further loud conversation from curious bystanders.

Raoul, cooling down a little, sat back down in his chair, his face in his hands. Iason approached him slowly, having never seen him look so upset. He crouched down beside him, putting his hand on his knee.

"Don't…touch me," Raoul hissed, grabbing his wrist. "Unless you want me to fuck you right here and now."

"Would that make you feel better about things?"

"What are you saying?"

"If you want to take out some of your anger on me, you can take my body, but this will be the last time we're ever together."

For a long moment, Raoul stared down at Iason, feeling almost angry with his offer. It was just like him to suggest something incredibly provocative like using his body to release his frustration. And that was exactly why Raoul loved him so much.

Then, as if a fury suddenly unleashed within, he leapt to his feet, pulling Iason up as well, yanking his head back by his hair and kissing him hard, hungrily, furiously. Pulling off his glove with his teeth, he stroked Iason's face for a moment, then struck him again, so hard that the Blondie gasped.

He dragged Iason over to the desk, clearing it with sweeping arm, and then unzipped his body suit with one angry motion, yanking it off to get to the Blondie's naked body. Slamming him down onto the desk, he spread Iason's legs and, without further prelude, penetrated him violently, relishing the Blondie's winces.

"This doesn't hurt you…nearly as much as you've hurt me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He had Iason's hair in one hand and pulled his head back painfully. With his other hand, he smacked Iason's hip and buttocks every so often, as hard as he could.

Iason didn't answer, but endured Raoul's brutal acquisition without resistance, hoping that it would help him accept the termination of their relationship. And he felt that he deserved a little punishment. He had certainly used Raoul; there was no getting around it.

Raoul was beside himself with hurt and rage. He couldn't believe that Iason could be so cold as to play with him so heartlessly. And then to find out that it had been Riki-all this time-who Iason referred to when he spoke of someone stealing his heart…it was too much.

This wasn't going to be the end of it. He was going to get his revenge on Iason's mongrel…even if it meant he had to kill him.

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