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

"Iason's Secret Love"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal,Oral,Rim.

Iason 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.***

Raoul made his way into the penthouse slowly, heading for the bar as Iason had suggested, his eyes never leaving the Blondie's face for a moment. Iason seemed distracted, staring out the window as he sipped his wine. He poured himself cognac, pleased to see that Iason still kept his favorite-Ambrosia.

Leaning back against the bar for a moment, Raoul simply stared at him until Iason finally looked up. Raoul smiled, his heart already beating a little faster just to be in the presence of his old lover, knowing that, within minutes, he would begin the night he had planned for so many long, lonely years, that he would finally have the beautiful Blondie in his arms.

"I've been waiting for this night…for so long. I still can hardly believe you said yes."

"So, Raoul. What do you have in mind?" He put his glass down and looked up at him with a slight smile.

Taking a sip of cognac and then setting his glass down on the bar loudly, Raoul took a few steps forward and lifted Iason to his feet, pressing him close as he kissed him passionately, wildly, feeling as though he couldn't get enough of him.

"I'm dying for you," he whispered, then in one easy motion lifted him and carried him into the bedroom, dropping him down on the bed. Lying on top of him, he continued kissing him, hard, running his hands down his body.

"Put your arms around me, Iason," he instructed, almost annoyed. "Love me."

Iason obeyed, sending Raoul into an even greater state of arousal. He flipped Iason over onto his stomach, unzipping his bodysuit violently and pulling it from him impatiently. "I must have you now," he said, then suddenly froze when he saw the strap marks on Iason's backside.

Knowing strap marks couldn't have been left by a pet, Raoul then realized Iason must be pairing with someone he didn't know about. Jealousy seized him, but he tried to push the feelings away. He wasn't about to let his perfect night be ruined. He was just going to let it go, for now.

The sight of Iason's beautiful body facedown on the bed was too much. With shaking hands, Raoul spread him apart for a better view, releasing his breath in a long sigh.

"I've missed you so much, Iason," he said, softly. "Stay just like that." He quickly undressed, then lay on top of him, pulling back the Blondie's hair so he could access his sensitive neck, where he began kissing him, thrilled when Iason responded with a series of gasps.

Now Raoul pressed up against him, ready to gain entrance, and just remained there for a few moments, savoring the feeling of Iason's complete submission and relishing what was coming next. "I've wanted to do this…for so long," he whispered into his ear, then began gently biting his throat as he slowly penetrated, sliding fully into his tight grip with a breathy moan.

"Oh. Iason. You feel so good." His eyes rolled back as he bit his lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to ejaculate.

Iason closed his eyes, shivering a little from the pleasure of Raoul's kisses as well as the feeling of him inside him again. For a moment Raoul just lay there, not moving, moaning, trying to control himself but realizing that there was simply no way he could last any amount of time, not this first time.

"I can't wait, love," he apologized, then began slowly thrusting, grabbing hold of Iason's shoulders for deeper penetration, and then plunging into him, hard, vocalizing each thrust in his characteristic way, until he was there, shuddering ecstatically as he surrendered his seed.

He collapsed on Iason for a moment, then rolled off, pushing him onto his back. "Why are you so quiet?" he asked.

"No reason," came the soft reply.

"That was absolutely delicious." Raoul kissed him again, now more gently, exploring him as though for the first time, then moving to ravish his throat the way he knew Iason could not resist.

Iason gasped instinctively, closing his eyes as Raoul began stroking him while continuing to bite and kiss his neck. In terms of sexual technique, it was exactly right, eliciting a physical response that he was completely unable to deny.

"That's it," Raoul said, encouraged by his moans. "I know you like this."

Now painfully aroused, Iason found himself pushing on Raoul's shoulders, eager for the stimulation of his mouth.

"Say it."

"Take me in your mouth."

Smiling, Raoul obliged, tantalizing him with a long trail of kisses and licks down his chest and abdomen, then just below his pelvic bone at the spot that drove Iason wild, before he began slowly exploring his most sensitive regions with his tongue.

The Blondie spread his legs a little more, feeling as though he wanted to expose himself even more to Raoul's excruciatingly erotic lingual maneuvers; every movement was familiar, perfectly adapted to pleasure him specifically, and even after all these years Iason found that he responded just as intensely, as though no time had passed at all.

Parting his lips, he began arching his back, moaning as the Blondie took him part way in his mouth and held him there, swirling his tongue around in exactly the way that brought Iason quickest to orgasm.

"Raoul," he breathed, then moaned, loudly, thrusting a little into his mouth. "Oh, yes. That's perfect."

Sliding his fingers into Iason's mouth to get them wet, Raoul, with experienced ease, began thrusting into him for additional stimulation.

It was too much to bear. Crying out, Iason arched his back even more as he ejaculated into Raoul's mouth, completely transported from the pleasure.

Smiling, Raoul moved up beside him, leaning on his side. "Do you have any idea…how much I've missed that? And you never used to cry out like that. We're off to a great start here."

Still breathing a little hard, Iason made no answer. The sex had been exquisite, but now that it was over, he felt a little uncomfortable, though he wasn't exactly sure why.

Raoul kissed him, then pulled him close to whisper in his ear. "This is just the beginning. I have so much more I want to do tonight."

Iason laughed softly. "What do you want to do next?"

"Do you still use the hot tub?"

Iason smiled. He knew Raoul would ask about it. "Yes, it's ready for you, if that's what you'd like."

"Let's just lay here a bit. Then we'll go up there."

Raoul held him for quite awhile, running his hands up and down his body and through his hair, kissing him everywhere, and pulling him close. Both of them became aroused again, their bodies responding to the slightest touch of the other.

"Let's go." Raoul stood up, holding out his hand, then led him up to the observatory, a route he knew well.

When he saw the fireplace already lit and a stack of towels by the hot tub, he smiled. "So. You knew I'd want to come up here."

"I suspected you might. It was your favorite place."

He noticed the painting then. "Ah. I was wondering where you'd put it."

"It really is your finest work, Raoul."

Beaming at his praise, he drew Iason close to him for a gentle kiss, then led him down into the water. "I love your body," he whispered, running a hand over Iason's wet skin. "I love every inch of you." He kissed him then, urgently, suddenly overcome with certain very specific desires.

"On the ledge," he instructed, a command Iason knew well. He turned around and bent over the edge of the sunken hot tub, his chest now on the floor while he knelt, his buttocks exposed just above the water. It was Raoul's favorite position.

"Spread your legs more." Raoul helped him with his own request, spreading him to get a better view of his portal, feeling strangely aroused by the strap marks quite visible on his backside. With wet fingers, he began stroking the area he knew Iason couldn't resist, then reached around to find him already rigid.

Now on his own knees, Raoul ran his tongue from his portal to his manhood, thrilled when Iason pushed back against him, moaning. He slid his tongue inside the warm Blondie, wiggling and thrusting in a way that made Iason cry out. The cries of his old lover were simply too much to bear; Raoul desperately wanted to be inside him, needed to get close to him in a way only a good fucking could achieve.

Trembling, he moved up, finding his entrance and plunging in, thrusting as he pulled back on Iason's hips, beside himself with the exquisiteness of the fuck. Unable to wait, Iason reached down and finished what Raoul had begun, bringing himself to orgasm in almost the same instant that the Blondie reached completion.

Collapsing forward onto his back, Raoul sighed. "I want this night to last forever."

They settled back down into the tub, moving by habit into their familiar position, Iason leaning back against Raoul, between his legs.

"Iason," he whispered in his ear. "Do you know…how much I love you?"

"Raoul," he answered, after a long pause, "you know that, after tonight, this is all over."

"I can't believe you'd say that. When both of us know how much you're enjoying this."

"My body loves you," he conceded, "but my heart loves someone else."

Stung with this revelation, something that Iason had hinted at before, Raoul let his head fall back against the ledge. "Who is it? Is it that musician from the trade convention?"

"That's none of your concern."

"Is he the one who left those strap marks on you?"

"Again, Raoul. Not your concern."

Trying a new tactic, Raoul leaned close and whispered in his ear. "You never told me you liked that sort of thing. I'd be happy to do…whatever you want."

Iason smiled at Raoul's misinterpretation of the strap marks, but remained silent.

Raoul sighed, almost growled, trying to work out in his mind who this mystery lover was. He'd been so preoccupied with Iason's ridiculous pet that he hadn't even considered the possibility that he was pairing with someone, or worse--that he had fallen in love. He smiled with some satisfaction when he realized that the mongrel was probably equally jealous of Iason's new lover.

"Does he know I'm with you tonight?" he asked.

"Yes."

"And he…allowed it?" Raoul was incredulous.

Iason laughed softly, again choosing not to answer.

"At least tell me if he's the one who left these marks."

The Blondie sighed. "Yes, he's the one."

Armed with this new knowledge, Raoul fell silent for some time, playing with Iason's hair, part of which was submerged in the water. So. Iason was in love. And he had some very interesting sexual proclivities Raoul hadn't uncovered during their relationship. This explained why his advances had been, for the most part, so unequivocally rebuffed. But how long had it been going on? And why had he allowed Iason to spend a night with an old pairing partner-what kind of lover would do that?

"I'm not giving you up," he said finally. "After tonight, I can't just walk away."

"It's not your choice, Raoul," Iason said, exasperated.

"Just tell me who he is."

Sighing, Iason attempted to get up, but Raoul pulled him back. "The night's not over yet. You're still mine to command."

"Very well. What would you like to do next?"

"Let's go down and get back in bed." He grabbed hold of Iason's shoulders, kissing his neck. "And then…you know what I want."

The two Blondies dried off and made their way downstairs. In the bedroom Raoul lay down on the bed, spreading his legs and stroking his quickly developing erection as Iason stood for a moment, watching. Motioning him closer with one hand, Raoul presented himself with a little thrust, making his desire known.

Iason crawled onto the bed; as he approached him, Raoul reached out and grabbed his hair, guiding him to his now rigid organ, sighing when the Blondie obediently began pleasuring him with his tongue, then took him into his mouth in exactly the way Raoul wanted.

Raoul's hands on his head soon directed the Blondie's movements, becoming increasingly insistent until Iason simply relaxed his throat and let Raoul thrust up into his mouth.

"Ah, yes…so good," Raoul moaned, then suddenly pulled the Blondie off him by his hair, and with his other hand ejaculated onto his face with a pained groan. It was something he had always loved to do with Iason; for some inexplicable reason, it made him feel as though he truly possessed him to see his essence dripping from the beautiful Blondie's face.

Now feeling completely relaxed, Raoul lay with his eyes closed for some time. Iason got up and cleaned himself off, now feeling rather ready for the night to end. One of his headaches was coming on, much to his dismay, and he was forced to take a painkiller to stave it off. Much as he had physically enjoyed the sex, he realized that he would have much preferred it if it had been his pet instead. And now he found that he was worried about Riki; although he knew he was in good hands with Katze, the Blondie had never allowed his pet to go out into the city at night before. More than this, he simply wanted him home. This would be the first night since he and Riki had become intimate that they would not be sleeping together. It was the first night that the one he loved was not the one in his bed….

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