Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Jealousy ❯ One-Shot

"Jealousy"

NC-17, Yaoi, Spank, BDSM, D/s, Solo, Voy, Rim, Lemon, Anal. 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.***

Iason was in a foul mood as he walked back to his vehicle. He was angry at himself for failing to unequivocally repel Raoul's advances--he had even responded, despite his countless protestations that nothing remained between them. Now that his position had wavered, Raoul would be even more aggressive. It didn't matter that he had, in the end, taken Iason by force; he knew that for Raoul, a taste of intimacy, however acquired, would only fuel his desire for more. How could he have been so careless? And what was he going to do about Raoul now?

The tall Blondie slid into his vehicle and saw that a message had come in from Katze.

He immediately buzzed him back. "What is it?" he asked, anxiously.

"Nothing to worry about. Just a little potential trouble with the locals, but I took care of it," Katze replied.

"Was he hurt?"

"No. But I thought I should tell you he's a bit upset about your sending me out to watch over him."

"Is that all?"

"Yes," Katze said, after a pause, noting Iason's unusually clipped tone of voice with curiosity.

"Well done." Iason flipped off the intercom abruptly, feeling disinclined to discuss the matter further. The last thing he wanted was to deal with one of Riki's childish tantrums. Just thinking about it made him feel annoyed. If Riki dared to complain about Katze after he had given him high-level clearance--after he had been so lenient about the penthouse debacle....

Although....

A slight smile now curled the corner of his mouth...it would be a good excuse for some serious punishment. Iason took a deep breath, the day's angst now redirecting entirely at his potentially recalcitrant pet. His hands instinctively squeezed the steering wheel as he sped through the streets, driving far too fast, and not even caring. He really wanted to punish Riki tonight. Really let him have it. He wanted to hear Riki cry out and beg for him to stop. And the thought that his pet might actually want to be punished--might even deliberately provoke him to it--stirred his already excited loins. He had been sexually charged the entire day, which was part of the reason he had so foolishly allowed Raoul's overtures. His own lust had never been satisfied and now was reaching a critical point. As he drove, he unfastened his trousers and began stroking himself, sorely tempted to ejaculate right there in the vehicle. But he wanted to save it...for Riki. After he disciplined him he was going to...he smiled, thinking of Riki's way of phrasing it..."fuck the shit out of him." With great difficulty he fastened his trousers and next began fantasizing about Riki's punishment.

Riki had spent the rest of the day on the balcony, fuming. When the hum of the door announced Iason's arrival, he made his way to the foyer, then leaned against the wall, arms crossed on his chest, glaring.

Iason shot him a warning look, suppressing his secret delight at the certain direction the evening was taking. "Don't start with me, Riki."

"So, that was your idea of loosening my chain? Spying on me?"

"Good evening, Iason-sama," Daryl said. "Can I--"

"Wine, Daryl." Iason said, walking toward Riki and then leaning toward him. "Warning number two. Careful, Riki. You don't want me to punish you tonight. I'm in a very bad mood."

Riki stared after him as he walked off, bristling. "Let me guess. You probably secretly film me here in the penthouse."

Iason made no answer, not caring to confirm that he had hidden cameras throughout the dwelling if he ever had need to monitor his pet's activities.

"Dammit Iason! Answer me." With typical brashness, Riki gave Iason a little push from behind.

Iason whirled around. "Final warning, Riki," he said, sternly, hands on hips. "My decisions are absolute and not open for discussion, pet. I don't want to hear any more about it."

Riki stared back at him, and for a few moments they remained thus, each pondering the other's resolve. Iason smiled at the fire in his pet's eyes, waiting for him to lose his composure.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean--your decisions are absolute?" Riki said finally. "And you can take all your warnings and shove them up your ass."

With a soft little laugh, Iason turned toward Daryl, who had been standing uncertainly for some time with Iason's wine, afraid to interrupt. "Did you scan it?" he asked.

"Of course," Daryl answered.

Iason took a sip, then handed it back to him. "Put it on the bar for now."

Turning back to Riki, he leaned down and said softly, with a slight smile, "you want to be punished tonight, is that it? I warned you, Riki. You're really going to regret it this time." Then grabbing his wrist, he made for his chair, dragging Riki behind him. He smiled when he felt his pet pull against him. Riki hated to be spanked, and he knew it, which was part of the reason he'd developed such a taste for it.

"What? Did you think you'd get to decide how you'd be punished? What kind of punishment would that be?"

"You're hurting my wrist! Let go of me, dammit!"

"That's not all that's going to be hurting," Iason snapped, yanking his pet over his knee as he sat down.

"I'm not a child! Please! Not like this!"

"I'll punish you however I choose. And if I want to put you over my knee and spank you like a child, I'll do so." He bent close to his pet, whispering in his ear. "What's all this fuss? We both know you like this. Isn't that so?"

Iason removed his glove with his teeth, then pulled Riki's trousers down past his thighs. He let Riki squirm on his lap for a few minutes before he began, then gave him a thorough spanking, stopping only because his own hand began to hurt. Though Riki was trembling and had cried out, he was being unusually obstinate, and hadn't shed a single tear.

Setting Riki on his feet, he stood up, then headed for his desk, popping open the hidden drawer.

"What are you doing?" Riki demanded.

"Oh, did you think we were finished? No, pet. We've barely started." He took out the G-strap with a little smile.

Then Riki, taking in this new development with an inexplicable expression, suddenly dashed out of the room into Iason's bedroom, locking the door. Iason went to the door, delighted with the new game. "You have five seconds to open this door, pet," he said, already overriding the lock codes Riki had entered from the inside. "Then you're really in for it."

Riki made no answer, and Iason opened the door. The mongrel was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked, legs spread seductively as he stroked himself. "This is what you like, isn't it?" he asked, eyes shining. "Wanna watch me come?"

Although a very aroused part of Iason most definitely did want to watch Riki come, he wasn't about to rush the evening. With a firm flip of his wrist, he activated the G-strap, the loud crack eliciting a slight startle from his pet. "Turn onto your stomach," he ordered.

Riki got up on his knees, his thighs still spread apart, and began masturbating harder, his breathing now more urgent. "Let me come first."

"Now, pet!"

"I can't stop!"

Iason fell silent, his own erection now throbbing painfully, drawing his hand. He was mesmerized by Riki's aroused state, and the way he pumped himself was beyond anything he had watched him do before. The mongrel's body was so sensual, so lean and beautiful. Every muscle in his body straining, Riki suddenly ejaculated, his essence shooting up in hypnotically erratic arches, erupting like a clogged fountain, the spray left dripping from his stomach and thighs.

Falling back onto the bed, his pet obediently turned onto his stomach. Iason took in his body, his buttocks and thighs still red from his spanking, his body relaxed from copulation. Unable to resist, he climbed onto the bed, lying on top of Riki for a moment. "Did you like being punished that much, that you had to had to relieve yourself halfway through our session?" he whispered in his ear.

Riki groaned, too ashamed to admit the truth of it.

"Oh pet," he breathed, then nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck, half tempted to forgo the rest of the discipline so he could move straight to the sex. But Riki had just climaxed, and Iason wanted him excited.

He got up, cracking the G-strap menacingly. He whipped his arm back, and then brought the strap down hard on his pet's thighs with a loud smack. He proceeded to give Riki a good strapping, continuing until his pet's cries began to change, his moans betraying his sexual torment. Iason had lost some of his desire to hear his pet beg for mercy and was now more interested--rather painfully so--in gratifying his urgent sexual needs. When Riki was sufficiently stimulated he flipped off the G-strap and tossed it aside, then undressed.

Iason was so aroused he was trembling. "Get on your knees," he whispered, and as Riki obeyed, he approached him from behind. "Spread your legs more--let your head rest on the bed. Yes. Like that."

His pet's portal in full view, he was unable to resist pleasuring him a bit with his tongue, relishing Riki's moans and the seductive way he instinctively pushed back against his exploring tongue, as though anxious for more stimulation. He began stroking the mongrel's engorged organ as he pleasured his portal with his mouth, knowing full well that this was his pet's favorite position, and that he would reach orgasm within a matter of minutes. Riki's cries increased in volume and frequency, indicating his imminent release.

As his pet began shuddering with ecstasy, Iason pressed himself up to him and, without hesitating, rammed himself in as fast and hard as he could, oblivious to Riki's sudden cry of pain. Pulling back almost angrily on his hips, he took his pet with merciless strokes, releasing the pent-up lust and frustration that had tormented him the entire day. Riki had never felt so good. He was hot and tight, and something about the position allowed deep penetration. He closed his eyes, drinking in the pleasurable sensations that shot through his body. Then, it was all happening, his release was coming, everything was building--he whipped his head back with an almost imperceptible groan, the incredibly sweet realization of his completion almost too much to bear; it was so perfect, so deliciously lovely, so wickedly deep and powerful. Tiny shudders raced up and down his back as he struggled to regain his composure. Slowly he pulled out, then lay down next to Riki, gathering him in his arms.

They were both still breathing hard, and for a few minutes neither of them spoke. Iason felt an incredible sense of relief, as though all his worries and tensions from the day had faded away. He nuzzled against Riki's cheek, kissing him.

Riki sighed. "Iason, I love--," he started, then suddenly stopped, catching himself.

"What?" Iason breathed. "What did you say?"

"I love...when we fuck," he replied, a little defensively.

Iason laughed softly. "I see. As do I, Riki." He turned and whispered in his ear, "you liked being punished tonight, too, didn't you?"

"You liked punishing me. Admit it."

"What? Did you think that was some secret?" Iason smiled. "I fantasized about it, all the way home. I knew you'd be difficult, and I couldn't wait to turn you over my knee."

"I hate when you do that," Riki pouted. "I'll take the strap any day."

"That's unfortunate for you, because I like spanking you too much to give it up."

"Maybe I'll just be obedient and spoil all your fun."

Iason laughed softly at this. "As your master, I don't need a reason to punish you. I can spank you any time I choose for my own pleasure."

"What! That's fucked up!"

"Master Iason," Daryl said from the door. "Sir Raoul is here to see you."

Riki scowled. "What the fuck does he want?"

Iason sighed, agreeing with the essence of Riki's remark, but giving his pet a stern look. "You stay out of this."

He slipped on a robe, and went out to find Raoul helping himself to a drink at the bar.

Raoul took in Iason's state, his tossled hair and sweaty chest beneath his robe, and choked back his jealousy.

"Raoul," Iason sighed. "Go home."

"Not until you let me apologize properly."

"I've told you before. I don't believe in apologies. They're designed to make guilty parties feel better about their transgressions rather than benefit those who've been wronged."

"Fair enough. Let me acknowledge that I know you've been wronged."

"Duly noted. Good night."

"Iason--there was a moment there, when I know you were responding. You returned my kiss. We both know that means you still have feelings for me."

"It only means, if you must know, Raoul, that I was exceptionally aroused at the moment, and my faculties were unfortunately compromised."

"Then I still...arouse you?"

"Do I need to call security? Get out."

"I didn't have a chance to pleasure you." Raoul took a step toward him. "Let me make it up to you, Iason."

"I've already been pleasured." Iason gazed back at him steadily, taunting him with a small smile.

"You mean by that filthy mongrel," Roaul spat.

"He's already told you to get out, ya crazy bastard. So get the fuck out already." Riki was leaning against the door of the bedroom, shirtless, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth, his hair tossled in way that advertised his recent romp with Iason.

Raoul glared at him for a moment, then turned back to Iason. "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

"Actually, I rather agree with him. I already told you to leave."

Raoul shot Riki a withering look. With a little laugh, Riki walked nonchalantly out to the balcony and lit up, leaning against the ledge where he could still have a good view of Raoul in case he did something stupid again.

The mongrel had actually been a little surprised by the conversation he'd overheard between the two Blondies. There were several things that bothered him. One was that it sounded as though Raoul had somehow managed to have his way with Iason. The other--and this was what disturbed him even more--was that Iason apparently had not totally resisted. From somewhere deep within, a dark jealousy began to take form, spreading insidiously, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he felt.

He hated feeling jealous; it went totally against his nature. With Guy, he had felt jealous occasionally, but his old pairing partner had never really given him much reason to worry. With Iason...he felt strangely possessive of the Blondie, as absurd as he knew that was. As master and pet, they weren't even on equal footing. Yet he felt more strongly about Iason than he ever had about Guy, and his jealousy was far more dark and potent when it came to the beautiful Blondie.

He brooded, watching the two men argue by the bar, becoming increasingly agitated.

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