Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasuring Iason ❯ One-Shot

"Pleasuring Iason"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal,D/s,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.***

"You're just encouraging his disobedience," Raoul said, hotly. "I can't believe you'd take his side against me."

"I'm only agreeing that I've asked you to leave. What part of that don't you understand?" Iason stared back icily, one hand on his hip.

Raoul sighed. "All right. I'll leave. But I didn't come here to upset you. I came to--. Iason. I know I hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

Iason averted his eyes, unsure of how he wanted to answer.

"It's just...you mean so much to me, and when I thought you were responding, I just lost my mind," Raoul whispered. "I wanted you so badly, I wasn't thinking. I've waited so long, Iason." He sighed. "And your kiss, it was exquisite..."

Iason turned away, silent.

Raoul moved in close from behind, pulling Iason's hair back from his face. "And you...felt so good, Iason; I've missed you so much." Unable to resist the temptation, Raoul began kissing Iason's neck in just the way he knew the Blondie liked it. Iason opened his mouth with a little gasp, closing his eyes instinctively in response to the stimulation.

"That's it," Raoul whispered. "Let me make you shake all over. You can take me, this time."

From the balcony, Riki watched the interaction between the two Blondies with growing displeasure. When he saw Raoul moving close to Iason, then touching his hair and kissing his neck, he shook his head in disbelief. Why wasn't Iason pulling away? What sort of game was he playing?

Fuming, he watched Raoul slide his hands down Iason's body, and then, unable to bear it any longer, he tossed his smoke aside and walked back inside.

"Get your fucking hands off him," he said darkly.

"Iason, restrain your pet," Raoul said, annoyed.

"I said, let him go!" Riki lept forward, intercepting Raoul with a flying kick to his abdomen. Now Riki began pounding Raoul with his fists. "No one touches him but me!"

Furious, Raoul punched Riki hard, across the face, sending him crashing to the floor, then started after him. "You're dead," he hissed.

Iason took all this in, stunned. "No, Raoul!" he grabbed hold of the Blondie's arm, who threw him off angrily.

Iason rushed to the communications center and buzzed for security, then retrieved his laser, pointing it at the enraged Blondie. "Touch him and you'll die, Raoul," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Raoul turned and, seeing the laser aimed at him, shook his head with a little laugh. "You'd actually kill me to save this filthy mongrel? I don't believe it."

"Believe it."

Security had arrived, admitted inside by Daryl, who had watched the escalating scene with alarm.

"Please escort Raoul back to his level," Iason said.

"Iason," Raoul said pleadingly as he was surrounded by armed guards, "Don't treat me like some criminal."

"Then stop acting like one."

As he was escorted out of the penthouse, Raoul turned to look at Riki. "You'll regret this," he warned.

"Fuck off," was the mongrel's terse reply.

Now Iason turned his attention to his pet, who was still lying on the floor. Riki's actions had surprised him. In truth, he was rather flattered over his pet's behavior, especially his uncharacteristic remark, "No one touches him but me." But at the same time, he had been quite unruly, attacking Raoul once again.

"I should punish you, pet," he said quietly, suppressing a smile.

"Then punish me," Riki snapped, sitting up. "Why did you let him touch you?"

"I don't have to give an accounting to you," he said softly.

Riki sulked at this. "Did he fuck you?" he asked, finally.

Iason smiled at his pet's thinly veiled jealousy. "That's not your concern, pet."

Riki expression changed, softened, becoming almost pleading. "Did he...hurt you, Iason?"

Iason sighed, crouching down next to him. "A little," he conceded.

"I'll fucking kill him."

"No, you won't, Riki," Iason said sternly. "If you did that, even I couldn't save you."

Riki studied him for a moment, shaking his head. "Do you love him?"

Iason paused for a moment. "Perhaps at one time. Not now."

"Then why," Riki began, then stopped. He reached out and took hold of Iason's hair, caressing it between his fingers. "Please tell me, why you let him touch you like that. He was kissing your neck. He was--"

"Are you jealous, pet?" Iason asked softly, smiling.

"Yes, I'm fucking jealous. Okay? You win. I'm jealous."

The Blondie laughed quietly, then leaned closer and kissed his pet's forehead. "You have nothing to be jealous about. Raoul and I...are old lovers. Surely you know how that is, when your bodies respond to one another out of habit, even if the emotions are no longer there. From my end it is entirely physical."

Riki fell silent, thinking of Guy. He did understand exactly what Iason was talking about, how a kiss from an old lover triggered familiar patterns of sexual response. But it didn't make it any easier for him to know that Iason still responded sexually to Raoul. His hatred for Raoul went deep, into his very marrow, and the thought of his hands on Iason's body drove him insane.

Now he got up on his knees and pulled back Iason's hair to reveal his neck, then began kissing it the way he had watched Raoul do. The Blondie gasped, allowing his head to fall back as he enjoyed his pet's discovery of one of his own favorite erogenous zones.

Riki pulled away. "Why didn't you tell me you liked that?" he asked, feeling almost hurt.

"I enjoy all the things we do together, pet."

"But...I want to pleasure you...exactly how you like it best...so that you'll never want to be with Raoul again. I want you to tell me how to love your body."

Iason felt his heart pounding a little faster. "Is that so?" He ran his hand through Riki's hair, then drew the mongrel to him, kissing him with a sudden urgency as he pulled him back with him to the floor. "Then...I'll show you...right now." He opened his robe to reveal his naked body and his obvious state of arousal, and Riki began running his hands down his torso, kissing his neck in the newfound manner that Iason found so exquisitely erotic.

"That's good," Iason breathed. "Just like that."

Then, with trembling fingers, he took hold of Riki's hand, showing where he liked to be touched just beneath his pelvic bone.

"Keep kissing my neck," he whispered, now breathing hard, thrilled with the myriad sensations flooding through his body.

"Like this?"

"Yes, pet. Now kiss me."

Riki obeyed, enjoying the seductive flicking of his master's tongue against his own and the sound of Iason's breathing, which had become quite heavy. He had never seen his master quite this aroused, this fast, and it thrilled him.

Now Iason guided him to his most sensitive place between his legs, where his perineum joined with his manhood, instructing exactly how he liked to be stroked there and along his shaft and head. Riki moved down to explore his master as if for the first time, thrilled with Iason's explicit commands.

"Now flick your tongue along the head...ah...yes, like that." Iason breathed deeply, almost gasping. "Take me in your mouth--just the head, and slide your tongue around...yes," Iason moaned. "Exactly so."

After a few minutes of that, the Blondie took hold of his hand, wetting his fingers, then guided him to his portal. "I want to feel you inside me," he said. "Like this, and then...I want to be inside you."

Riki felt his loins stir responsively as his fingers slid inside the hot, tight grip of his Blondie master.

"Move your fingers--thrust them--just like that! Oh, pet."

Stimulating his Blondie master as directed, Riki watched Iason's growing excitement with glowing eyes. His lips parted, Iason began panting, his accelerating lust sending chills through the mongrel.

"Get undressed," Iason said, finally.

Riki removed his pants, waiting for further instruction. The intensely erotic urgency in Iason's eyes set his heart pounding, and he wondered what position his master would pick.

"Lie on your stomach," the Blondie said, pushing his legs together when Riki instinctively tried to spread them. Iason then straddled him, hands first sliding to his waist and then pressing on his back as he entered him from behind. Riki's buttocks were still reddened from his spanking and showed marks from the G-strap. Iason found the markings of his pet's punishment unbearably sexually arousing, satisfying a longing for possession and domination that came from deep within. With one hand he took hold of Riki's wrists and pinned them firmly behind his back.

He began thrusting, first slowly and then deeply and much faster. "Ah yes," he moaned. "So tight."

The mongrel pet was a little surprised at his master's choice of position, since it was one they had never tried before. For some reason the way Iason chose to pin his arms behind his back and then straddle him facedown made him feel vulnerable and exposed, which was incredibly stimulating. Iason's grip on his wrists was almost painful, as though he were holding Riki down and taking him against his will, which the mongrel found indescribably exciting. He also began to appreciate some residual arousal from the G-strap as Iason's increasingly deep thrusts pushed him against the floor. With some difficulty, he raised his hips against Iason's weight a bit to allow just the right amount of pressure, gasping as he realized a second orgasm was imminent.

Iason was beside himself with pleasure, having been prepared so deliciously by Riki in all his favorite ways, and now was taking his pet so erotically in a position he had been saving for just the right occasion. Riki was hot and tight and the sight of his engorged phallus sinking past his pet's firm buttocks into the depths within was immensely stimulating to him. Riki's jealousy was another source of arousal; he was thrilled that his pet had showed such unequivocal possessiveness and now wanted to learn how to please him. Pinning his wrists above his pet's punished backside gave him a sense of control, made him feel very much the master taking his pet, forcing him to submit to his will. Throwing back his head and closing his eyes, he let the intense realization of his completion wash over him, the strength of his ejaculation so potent that he cried out his pleasure, something which he rarely did. He could hear his pet coming beneath him with his characteristic moans and this only served to increase the power of his own release.

Releasing Riki's wrists and balancing himself on his now shaking arms for a moment, head down, Iason withdrew, moving next to his pet and pulling him close. "Riki," he whispered, running his hand through the mongrel's dark hair, "that was so perfect."

Smiling, his pet buried his face in Iason's chest.

Daryl, having watched the entire scene from the shadows, swallowed in amazement. He didn't understand the relationship between master and pet, but he knew one thing. What they had experienced together transcended anything he had ever witnessed before. Whether it was love, or simply physical attraction, Iason and Riki shared something that few people ever come close to finding. He closed his eyes, choking back the tears that welled up with the realization that he could never have an experience like the one he had just observed--never have a lover that whispered such sweet praises into his ear. Perhaps he would never...have a love at all.

"Lucky boy," he whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes with a jealous smile.

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