Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Indulgence ❯ The Willing Reunion ( Chapter 1 )

Indulgence
chapter 1
an Ai no Kusabi fanfic
by Andromache

Iason, Riki, and the locations of Eos, Midas, Tanagura, and the like do not belong to me. They are ©Rieko Yoshihara and JUNE. This is strictly not for profit in any form whatsoever.

The bedroom was softly lit, a velvety comfort to Iason's ache. His wine sat untouched at the small round table beside his bed, and
any other Pets just didn't arouse him the way Riki did.

Riki. Ah, yes, the mongrel whom he loved. Dark eyes, dark hair, skin like a sweet caramel candy and just as sweet to Iason's tongue. He was a forbidden treat, Jupiter had warned, and now Riki was back amongst the mongrels again. It wasn't where he belonged, in Iason's opinion. Riki belonged in this bed with Iason, curled up with him, maybe even secretly loving Iason back. The year of freedom was almost up, and it couldn't have passed soon enough in Iason's opinion.

Eos was empty for all intents and purposes in Iason's eyes. What was the point of perfection if you had no one to share it with? Or a comfortable bed for that matter? The fabric of the bedding was soft, the mattress heavenly, but it was cold and empty save for the blonde's nude form.

Iason touched a slim fingertip to his mouth. Were Riki's kisses ever eager the way Iason's were for him? No, it didn't seem that way. Sometimes Riki's mouth barely even responded. He cringed. Was it even lovemaking? It was more like rape, Iason decided. Horrible, unwilling rape. Did Riki ever cry out Iason's name in ecstasy? No, he begged Iason to let him go free.

He winced. Such a pained expression still looked beautiful on Iason's face, but it was only because he himself was a "blondie," the physically perfect but sterile elite of Tanagura. His kind were meant to be beautiful in all ways, but they were ineffectual as far as breeding went. A majority of his peers were content to be empty-headed and watch acts that they would have enjoyed as much as Iason did if they had even had an inkling in their pretty skulls that they could feel more pleasure actually participating in sexual pleasures. Of course, Iason had always been a deviant. It was in his personality, and now it was in his physical acts as well.

Three years he'd spent attempting to subdue Riki, make him a true Pet. Three times the amount of time a Pet was usually kept by a Master but why give up something good when you had it? Admittedly, Iason had enjoyed it when Riki had stood up for himself on the Pet stage, striking two other Pets who'd had the gall to demean Iason Mink's Pet. Such a perverse glee he'd hid behind his blue eyes.

Perhaps it was a fantasy. All a dream he'd had, those three years of training a long, lucid, ecstatic dream filled with bondage and pleasure and sweat.

Perhaps a year hadn't already passed, and it wasn't time to reclaim Riki from the streets of Midas. Did Riki truly like the slums that he'd come from? That puzzled Iason the most when he'd removed the pet ring from Riki's body, that Riki actually wanted to go back to a place without the sumptuous bed and loving Master to welcome him. A view to die for (and from, if you felt suicidal enough one day), where he could watch the city far below, and he could think about the sanctuary he'd created with Riki.

Perhaps it was a fantasy that Riki was in the room with him. It was the middle of the night, and his thoughts had distracted him from hearing the door slide open. Yes, that was it. He would have to go into Midas itself and take Riki back by force. Riki couldn't be touching his hand right now, murmuring a soft, "I'm back."

Iason murmured, settling himself in bed, laying on his right side, answering the fantasy-Riki, "Can't be. Hasn't been a year yet."

"I came back early."

He pulled the satiny white bedding tight around his equally pale body and long, pale blonde hair. Iason glanced at his untouched glass of wine. He wasn't drunk. Riki had actually come back to him early. Jupiter be praised.

Iason shifted, laying on his back. Riki stood at the side of the bed. He'd already disrobed, and all he was missing, it seemed, was the slender pet ring around his cock. Iason remarked, "There seems to be something missing."

Riki's skin tone in the low light hid a blush if he'd actually done so. "It felt strange to be without it," he admitted.

"I thought you didn't want to be my Pet," Iason remarked, reaching for Riki's hip, kneeling on the bed and nuzzling the hollow made by the junction of Riki's thigh and hip. "I thought you wanted me to let you go back to Midas."

"I thought wrong." Riki's hands were clenched into fists at his sides. He wouldn't touch Iason's hand, his Master's hand, without permission. Iason was pleased to learn that some things hadn't changed about his Pet, his unruly, tempestuous lover. "I'm a Pet first and foremost."

Iason purred as he reached for a slim case next to the wine glass. The case contained the pet ring that would encircle Riki's cock, a bright silver circle amidst the dark curls at the base of his sex. "Come here," he gestures, opening the case. "Let me make you feel less ...strange."

Riki obeyed, a good Pet always after three years of diligent training at Iason's hands, the blonde was pleased to discover. His lips curved into a smile as he held Riki's cock with one hand, slipping the pet ring over his Pet's flesh with the other. When it rested at the base, Iason beckoned for Riki to join him in the bed. Riki crawled onto the bed, sitting and waiting for Iason's next command.

No chains this time, not like during the early part of their time together. Iason smiled again, leaning forward to kiss Riki, the caramel-sweet taste of his mouth still the same to Iason's tongue. He touched a hand to the back of Riki's head, cradling the mass of silken dark hair in his hand. Another hand followed, and now Iason was on his knees, pulling Riki up to kneel in front of him. Iason's tongue slipped past Riki's sensuous lips, claiming his Pet's mouth again and again.

Iason was content to kiss Riki as long as he could, easing Riki down to lay on his back. His form was imposing compared to his Pet's, but he'd discovered that Riki was sturdier than his breeding made him out to be. Was that what was so bad about mongrels? Their spirit? Their innate desire to be free? Or was it that Jupiter said that they were? Ontological arguments never held much weight for Iason. He much preferred to experience his Pet's body without such thoughts intermingling with his pleasure.

Breaking their kiss, Iason pressed two fingers to Riki's mouth, and much to his satisfaction, his Pet took them into his mouth willingly, licking and wetting Iason's fingers.

"Oh, so you want this now?" The question had to be asked after a year's absence and three years before that of wondering if his Pet truly desired their lovemaking. Riki nodded, his hands resting lightly on Iason's hips, his fingers splayed over the pale skin. Iason noted that the grip of Riki's hands was tightening with each mock-thrust of Iason's fingers into his warm, wet mouth. He also noticed the friction of his Pet's hips as they rose of their own volition, causing Iason's to move downwards against Riki's. Ah, how much his Pet wanted him. Riki's cock, newly adorned with his pet ring again, brushed against Iason's thighs.

Iason pulled his fingers slowly from Riki's mouth, the Pet still sucking on them, licking, a disappointed sound coming from his throat before Iason kissed him again, his fingers trailing down Riki's chest and stomach, careful to avoid touching Riki's erection. First, one finger, then the other slid past the first tight ring of muscle around his Pet's entrance. Iason pressed them further, past the second ring, until they were able to move freely in and out of his Pet. Riki's kisses intensified, hungrily devouring Iason's lips. A silent plea of more, please, more came from Riki's body, his hips undulating against Iason's fingers.

"How much more do you want?" Iason, Master to this Pet as he was, asked, breathless. This was ecstasy for him, almost the fantasy that he'd thought their lives to be. He needed confirmation that this time, this time it wasn't rape or even remotely non-consensual for Riki. That this time, Riki was indeed truly his.

Riki's answer was interrupted by his own kiss to Iason's mouth, then a kiss to the throat, his head bowing in subservience. "I want all of you," was his quiet answer, his dark head nuzzling Iason's skin.

That admission nearly stopped Iason's heart.

"All of me?" he queried. "Do I get all of you in return?" It was only fair and all Iason ever wanted actually.

Riki nodded again, and Iason felt the movement more than he saw it. "You've always had all of me. You're my Master, and I am your Pet."

Be still, his heart.

Iason's fingers slipped out of Riki, and he sat straight up, his hands lingering on Riki's hips. He paused, before searching for a more erotic lubricant than his own saliva, and murmured under his breath, "Riki, I love you."

His movements were curtailed however by Riki's insistent hands, which held fast to Iason's hips. The Pet shook his head. "No time. Please, Iason, now..."

How could he deny his Pet when he begged like that? Riki was biting his lip with a pleading look coming from his dark eyes. He had to stop and look down into Riki's eyes. His Pet was showing more emotion now than in the three years that he'd spent training under Iason. Amazing. Quietly, Iason stroked Riki's cheek then leaned down to kiss him. A comforting kiss, one speaking of possession and care.

Wordlessly, he breaks the kiss, an admonishing finger placed on Riki's lips, preventing the Pet from protesting while the blonde leaves the bed, a pale silhouette with wispy blonde hair clinging to his thighs, as he procures lubricant from a chest of drawers, the topmost of which contains varying lengths of chains and restraints and of course, the lubricant made necessary by Jupiter's utter lack of imagination in perfecting the blondes to lack means of self-lubrication.

He turned, returning to the bed, once again kissing Riki with warm, pleased kisses as he applied enough lubricant to both his cock and to Riki's entrance, his Pet arching his back upwards to give him easier access. Such a good Pet Riki has become, he must admit. Disposing of the tube, Iason holds Riki's hips still as he makes the first slow, sweet thrust inside of him.

It seemed as if the year of separation had never happened. Iason's gasp was echoed by Riki's. The feeling of filling and being filled was familiar to them both, but it was greatly missed nonetheless. Riki's legs snaked around Iason's waist, holding his Master's body close. Iason leaned down low over Riki and kissed him again and again, abandoning all pretense of being aloof, his tongue seeking Riki's mouth as his hips thrust forward. The sounds of their bodies moving together, against each other almost seemed to echo in the room. Perhaps it just appeared that way to Iason, who'd spent the last year sleeping in this bedroom alone, even missing the protests of his Pet, the pleas to be let go. Now sweeter cries filled his ears, and Iason wanted nothing more than to increase both their volume and their frequency.

Iason's fingers encircled Riki's cock, a pet ring made of flesh as it were, stroking the skin and coaxing Riki inexorably towards climax. Riki cried out into Iason's mouth, his arms winding around his Master's neck, urging him faster with unspoken cues of fingers digging into his skin and hips rocking upwards. Iason tightened his grip on his Pet's erection as he increased the pace of his movements. To be truthful, after such a long separation, he found his body eager to climax as well.

He thrust inside of Riki harder, punctuating the movement with short little snaps of his hips, making Riki sigh and moan into Iason's mouth. Riki's moans came faster and rose in pitch. His limbs shivered as his release came nearer and nearer. Now it was the Pet's turn to pull his mouth from Iason's and plead, "Let me come! I'm so close, Iason!"

Iason was tempted to deny Riki, to play the same games that he'd played with him before, but now was not the time. He let his answer be the sharp, intense thrusts of his cock inside Riki, forcing the Pet to arch his back upwards at a seeminly painful angle, and just as Riki's cry echoed in the bedroom, Iason threw his head back, his long blonde hair whipping backwards, a guttural sound of utter satisfaction issuing from his throat. The longing he'd felt over the course of the year, all the pent-up desire, all the unmet needs, all of his frustration at knowing where his beloved Pet was and knowing at the same time that he could not go to Riki and make love to him was all released in that cry. It seemed to ring in Iason's ears for an eternity.

His attention was drawn by Riki's tentative hand on his cheek. Iason's eyes focused, and he placed his hand on top of Riki's, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He turned his face to Riki's hand, kissing the palm, feeling the thready pulse under the surface of the skin. His moment of reverie ended abruptly when he heard a whisper.

"I love you, too, Iason."

His heart felt as if it had stopped. Riki must have heard his own quiet declaration earlier.

He smiled against Riki's skin, his blue eyes closing in blissful acceptance. Iason bent down to kiss Riki, murmuring softly, "I love you, Riki."

"You already said that." Riki's eyes were like a piece of dark chocolate starting to melt.

So he had. Iason bit his lip then pulled Riki close to him, shifting them both so that Iason lay on his back and Riki was curled over Iason's body. However, it seemed that Riki had other ideas better than to be content with quiet repose. The Pet sat upright, reluctantly letting Iason's cock slide out of him. Riki knelt on his hands and knees, brushing his lips over Iason's temples.

Iason was surprised, pleasantly so, at Riki's boldness, and his hands slid over the skin of Riki's back, tracing the musculature and the formation of bones that made up his Pet's body. Lazily, Iason remarked, "I doubt there will be any more years of freedom away from me."

"I don't think I'd mind at all." Riki's lips worked their way down towards Iason's throat, his tongue darting out to lick the skin every so often to make Iason shiver. "That world isn't mine anymore."

"And here is?"

He shook his head, the tendrils of hair tickling Iason's shoulders. "Here really isn't either, but...with you, I can tolerate anything."

Iason raised an eyebrow. He mused, "Ah, well, perhaps we should find a new home for ourselves. Outside the city, away from others who would disrupt our peace."

Riki stopped kissing Iason's throat. The Pet asked, raising his eyes to Iason's, "Would we really be able to do that? That'd make you less than a mongrel."

"Only to the people inside this city, and their thoughts have never really meant anything to me." Iason cupped Riki's cheek, smiling. "You, on the other hand, do. Your thoughts mean everything to me."

"Can we then? Can we really escape to the lands outside?" Riki's eyes brightened. "We could live without worrying about work and ...."

"And make love all day long? Was that the last part of your statement, Riki?" Iason had already thought along those lines and come to the conclusion that he'd rather have a quiet life with his Pet.

Riki's blush was the only answer Iason needed.

"It's settled then. We'll begin arranging for our own lasting freedom." Iason leaned up, pulling Riki to him, kissing Riki over and over. Between kisses, he whispered, "Our. Own. Freedom."

The Pet kissed Iason slowly, his lips pressing over every part of Iason's mouth. Contentedly, Riki settled himself down on Iason's body, melting into the shallow curves and planes that made up his Master's form. As he bowed his head, pillowing it on Iason's shoulder and nuzzling the smooth line of his jaw. "Ours. It's a good word."

Iason kissed Riki's temple a last time before laying his head back onto the pillow, his eyes closing in drowsy satisfaction. "Yes, it is."

The bedroom, now scented with sweat and lust, took on a wholly different mood. One of planning, of a dream for a more perfect future.