Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Rebellion and Forgiveness ❯ Chapter 6

Rebellion and Forgiveness

NC-17, Yaoi,BDSM,D/s,Humil,Oral,Rim,Anal,Lemon
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.***

Riki was strolling near the pavilion, enjoying his freedom, when a low, familiar voice stopped him.

"Z107M, isn't it? Iason's mongrel?"

He turned to confront the towering form of Raoul, the Blondie that had been with Iason the day Riki had so infuriated his Blondie master, resulting in a brutal punishment he would not soon forget.

Riki nodded slightly, wondering what he wanted, and noting the look of disdain on his face with no small amount of annoyance.

"I heard your punishment was quite a show. I wish I had been there to see it. Guess you're the lucky one. If it had been me, and you'd put on that disgraceful little display of disobedience, I would have made sure it was a C-20. Then I'd have dumped your body into Manatung Bay for the krostafish to feed on."

Riki repressed a strong urge to impart his thoughts about how he'd handle Raoul's corpse, if given the opportunity, remembering all too well Iason's lesson about how to address Blondies. It was all he could do to keep from replying.

Raoul, smiling slightly at Riki's obvious perturbation, continued. "Tell me, Z107M, is it true Iason takes you?"

He glared at the sneering Blondie, certain that such questions were not usually directed at pets.

"So. I can see by your expression that it is. Not that it's any surprise--everyone in Eos suspects as much. Although personally I don't understand it--why would he even put his hands on a filthy mongrel like you? It's truly revolting." Now he leaned down and said, in an icy tone, "But if you're the cause of Iason's downfall, I'll personally take you as my pet, and punish you mercilessly every day until I choose to dispose of you."

Now Riki was shaking with anger, every part of his Bison nature urging him to pound into this towering piece of Blondie scum. Only his fear of Iason's wrath--his recent discipline was too fresh in his mind to ignore--restrained him.

With a slight laugh of contempt, Raoul walked off without another word, leaving Riki to stare after him, clenching and unclenching his fists. The encounter had ruined the stroll for him, and he returned to the penthouse apartment on the top floor, feeling anxious and depressed. Surprisingly, Iason was there when he arrived, which was unusual for the afternoon.

"Ah. Riki. Come here, my pet." Iason was sitting, legs crossed, near the window, a glass of wine in hand.

Riki walked over to him.

"Sit on my lap," he said, uncrossing his legs. After Riki had settled comfortably in his master's lap, Iason took hold of his chin, looking him in the eyes. "So. What's wrong? You look as though you have something to say."

He hesitated, unsure of what to do. Should he tell his Blondie master about his encounter with Raoul?

"I see. Perhaps I can help you. Does it have anything to do with Raoul?"

Riki's eyes widened and he wondered what sort of sorcery or technology had given him this information. He glanced down at his clothing, as though searching for a spyware device of some kind.

Iason laughed. "Your thoughts are sometimes so easy to see," he said, then added in a soft whisper, "though not always."

He gestured to the window with his wine glass. "I could see you down by the pavilion. I saw Raoul stop you. It seemed like he had quite a lot to say. I want you tell me what he said to you, my pet."

Somewhat relieved, he related the encounter in its entirety. As he spoke, Iason's face remained expressionless. But because he knew his master so well, he could almost see the anger being worked up behind his cool mask. He took a sip of wine, then laughed softly. "Raoul," he whispered.

"Get up now," he commanded, and as he did so, Iason smacked him with a playful spank, a habit his master had acquired that Riki found particularly annoying.

"I'm not...a child. I'm not yours to do with however you please!"

Iason set his glass down with a smile. "I challenge that assertion," he said, taking hold of his pet and placing him firmly over his knee, then spanking him, hard--though not excessively so--much to Riki's extreme irritation.

"You most definitely are mine to do with as I please." He spanked a little harder.

"Let me go! Dammit, Iason! You fucking asshole!"

Iason leaned closer to him. "That constitutes a direct challenge to my authority. Now it's time for some real punishment."

Then he proceeded with a spanking that hurt far more than Riki would admit. The Blondie really didn't know his own strength.

"Please. Iason," he said finally, cringing.

His master set him up on his feet with one hand. "Now you have been duly chastised. See that you obey me from now on, or further castigation may be required."

Riki leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets. "You're fucking hilarious."

Iason rose, donning his outer robe in a fluid, graceful movement. "I'm going out for awhile...to see Raoul," he added with a pointed look at his pet. "When I return," he took hold of his chin, "I plan to take you most deliciously."

"How is that different from any other day?"

Iason leaned forward. "Insolent pets are the first to be punished. I predict another spanking for a certain frequently naughty pet."

"Hmph," he snorted, though as the Blondie turned to leave, he smiled. He would give anything to know what Iason would say to Raoul, that piece of Blondie trash who Riki now utterly despised.

Iason found that he grew angrier the more he thought about Raoul's intrusion and his words to Riki. Clearly jealousy was behind it, but the fact that he had the audacity to ask his pet about his private life irked him especially. His roundabout threat to kill Riki and his promise to take him as his pet were equally infuriating. Raoul certainly knew he had no right even speaking with his pet, let alone badgering him for information and threatening him. He was proud of Riki for his silence and restraint, fully cognizant of how difficult that must have been for the proud leader of Bison.

When he reached Raoul's flat, for a moment Raoul looked surprised to see him, then--perceiving Iason's extreme displeasure--smiled.

"I see. So the little mongrel came running to you?"

"How dare you threaten him, Raoul. And...inquire into my private life."

"I'm only thinking of you," he answered, hotly. "Have you thought about what's going to happen to you if you carry on like this? Jupiter--"

"My private life...is none of your concern. Nor Jupiter's for that matter."

Raoul took a step closer, leaning toward him. "It wasn't always that way. But now you shut me out."

"That was long ago, Raoul," he sighed, exasperated.

"And you feel nothing now?" he shot back, angrily.

Iason lowered his eyes. "I feel something...but not for you."

Furious, Raoul took hold of Iason's shoulders, kissing him violently, desperately.

With a firm shove, Iason pushed him away.

"Don't tell me it's that mongrel you're talking about? Iason. Are you saying you'd rather have some filthy mongrel pet in your bed than me?"

"I am saying...that my relationship with Riki is of no concern to you and that, though I respect and admire you as a friend, Raoul, the time of our passion is long past."

He turned and moved toward the door, but before he could leave, Raoul came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his body close.

"Iason. How about just one more time," he whispered in his ear. "Right now. Let me prove myself."

Iason hesitated, but only because he was pondering what to say. "If you want to know, then yes, it's true. I take Riki. Not just that...no one could ever come close to what we share. Not even you, Raoul."

He left Raoul with these stinging words and returned to the penthouse.

Riki, as usual, was on the balcony. "Riki. Come here," he commanded. As he approached, Iason reached out to give his pet a little spank and Riki, smiling mischievously, dodged him. Laughing, Iason grabbed him and lifted him up, carrying him over to the dining table, then set him down on it, pushing his thighs apart to squeeze in close to him.

He began kissing him, feeling unusually passionate and urgent. "Take off your clothes," he whispered. Riki complied.

"Daryl," Iason called.

"What!" Riki cried.

Iason chuckled softly. "Not what you're thinking, my pet."

"Yes Iason, Sir," Daryl said, avoiding direct eye contact with either of them.

"Bring me the vial on the bedside table."

Daryl rushed to retrieve the wanted vessel, retreating to his quarters when Iason forbade further disturbance.

Riki eyed the vial, then studied Iason. It was unusual for him to move so quickly. His master was clearly quite aroused. This made him wonder about the visit to Raoul. He had been toying with the notion for some time that Iason and Raoul had some sort of connection. He wondered what exactly his relationship with this Raoul was and found that he hoped Iason was not pairing with him. But his Blondie master had learned his considerable repertoire of pleasuring skills somewhere, and if pets weren't usually taken by their masters, Iason must have been with someone.

"What is it, Riki?" Iason laughed. "You look quite put out. And I thought you'd come to enjoy this." He shook the vial suggestively.

"You and Raoul...are you...," he struggled, trying to think of the right word, "intimate?"

Iason leaned toward him. "Is my pet jealous?" he smiled.

Riki snorted. "Why would I be jealous of that piece of Blondie shit?"

Iason laughed softly. "We were paired at one time. But...that was a long time ago." He leaned down and gave his pet another urgent kiss, pulling him off the table to his feet. "Now, turn around."

As he did so, Iason pushed him firmly down onto the table. Riki was surprised when he felt Iason spreading him, then the hot wetness of his tongue snaking past his portal. He moaned, loudly, turning to see the beautiful Blondie sitting back gracefully on his heels, his blonde hair trailing on the floor. "Fucking Jupiter," he breathed, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Now he felt Iason's firm, warm hand encircling his shaft, stroking him masterfully, and the simultaneous stimulation of his tongue and his hand hurled him full speed toward his critical point; it was all excruciatingly lovely and wickedly pleasurable, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He moaned almost continuously, completely overwhelmed by the tides of impending rapture that washed over him in relentless waves. "Ahh...Iason," he moaned, then, clenching his teeth, he cried out his unfathomably sweet consummation.

As he drifted on swells of lingering pleasure, he felt the penetration of Iason's finger, then a second, then Iason himself pressed up against him. Then suddenly, with hands firmly holding his hips, his Blondie master plunged fully into him, bringing tears to his eyes as he cried out in agony.

"Forgive me, my pet," Iason whispered, his voice thick with urgency. "I'm going to be hard on you." And he proceeded to take him violently and deeply, with raw, unfettered abandon, his need compelling a swift resolution.

Arching his back and throwing back his head, his long hair spiraling backward, Iason reached his pinnacle, and for the first time, Riki heard him vocalize his pleasure, a sound so erotic and masculine it sent chills down his back. Afterwards, he fell forward onto him for a few moments.

Riki felt a little vexed with Iason for his surprise offensive. The Blondie had never taken him in such a manner before, with no preparation. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that he had been exquisitely pleasured prior to his violation. He wondered if his master thought out these things in advance.

As Iason pulled out, he winced.

"I'm sorry, my love," Iason said.

Riki was silent, unsure of how to react to the new appellation, "my love," and equally confused by the secret thrill he felt when he heard Iason say it.

A call came in, and Iason picked up. From the look on his master's face and his hushed voice, he had a feeling it was Raoul. Pushing down the rising tides of jealousy, he quickly dressed, then went out on the balcony for a smoke.

Something about the day felt all wrong. When he looked back, his interactions with Iason seemed far too...comfortable. Then his jealousy over Raoul...and his complete impotency in response to his repeated insults and challenges. And the sex...fuck--he loved it...he no longer even resisted. He didn't even really mind the pain of Iason's violent completion, because it had given him a chills to hear his master's rapture. His reaction to Iason's new pet name...all wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Fuck. He was losing himself. He really was Iason's pet. How had it happened? When had he stopped resisting?

He knew. It began the day Iason had punished him so brutally for his defiance. Since that day he'd been a coward, afraid to do anything that might elicit his wrath. The Blondie master had beat submission into him, just as he'd promised. He'd become the pet of Iason Mink.

And he couldn't...just couldn't let that happen. He had to do something. He had to fight. Even if it meant certain punishment. Something. Anything. Suddenly, he was struck with an idea and quickly went back inside, snatching the vial that still sat on the table, and with a glance at Iason, who followed his movements with a perplexed look, rushed back out to the balcony. He held his arm over the ledge, preparing to drop the vial when suddenly Iason's hand gripped his wrist painfully.

"Don't you dare drop it," he whispered fiercely, almost challengingly.

Gazing back defiantly, he opened his hand, releasing the vial to its doom below.

"Such a silly way to begin a new rebellion," Iason sighed. "You're like a child. Why this fascination for throwing things off the ledge?"

His master's grip on his wrist tightened as he turned and strode back into the house, dragging his pet with him.

"Let me go you, fucking bastard!"

"What brought all this on, Riki? Was it the call from Raoul?"

He remained silent, staring back at him defiantly.

"I see. You're back in your Bison armor, then?" He shook his head, mystified. "It's a step forward, then two back with you, Riki." He leaned close to him, smiling. "I'm beginning to think...perhaps you enjoy being punished."

Summoning up his courage, Riki spat on his Blondie master's face. Iason wiped the spit from his face wordlessly with his gloved hand, straightening up and struggling to control a sudden influx of rage that threatened to shatter his composure. Up to this point he had been enjoying playing along with what he thought was a little game of harmless rebellion, his pet only wanting a little attention and teasing, soft discipline. Now he realized Riki was in earnest.

He whipped off his glove, tossing it aside, then pulled Riki's head back by the hair. He struck him, hard, across the face.

"You'll regret that," he whispered, striking him again. "Daryl!"

Daryl came running, having watched the entire scene anxiously from the shadows.

"Apparently, Riki wants to be thoroughly punished again. And since he's back to playing the untamed mongrel, its appropriate we put him back in chains. Help me undress him. Then bring me his collar."

Riki struggled as the two men stripped him, but to no avail. Then Iason dragged him to the bedroom, slamming his wrist into one of the hanging cuffs of the T-stand and snapping it shut with his fist, then the other wrist, and then each of his ankles on the cuffs below. Riki was now standing spread-eagled, completely naked. Iason put the hated metal collar around his neck, fastening it firmly.

"This should start to get pretty uncomfortable in awhile. I'll wait until then to continue." Iason turned without another word, leaving Riki feeling exposed and vulnerable. His Blondie master was right. It wasn't long before his arms started to ache and he found himself breathing harder.

Iason stepped out onto the balcony, puzzling over what had just happened. Riki's sudden rebellion was bewildering. He found that he was trembling. No one had ever spit on him before, and for it to come from his pet...he struggled to push back the hurt and anger. Only minutes before, they had shared what he felt was their most erotic pairing ever. There was no doubt in his mind Riki had loved his ministrations. His moans had driven him nearly to the brink, and when his pet said his name...he had been unable to resist then taking him as he had--satisfying in that moment a longing for violent acquisition that he had harbored for countless years--and so deeply pleasurable was his release that he had even cried out, something he had never done before. Why, moments later, had Riki behaved so childishly, so suddenly rebellious? Why had he...spit...on him? There was no question that he was deliberately provoking him for some reason.

He tried to unravel the events of the day. He had thrown the vial over the ledge--was he really so angry over Iason's unprepared entry? Or was it some sort of jealousy over Raoul? This last thought was almost pleasing to him--no, most definitely pleasing--yet he felt unconvinced this was the cause of Riki's rebellion. The dark glare in his pet's eyes betrayed no trace of affection. It was as though all his efforts to tame his pet had been inexplicably swept away, all their hours of pleasure together counting for nothing.

He sighed. How long would it take to tame the black-haired mongrel? It had already been two years. Iason was growing frustrated. What would it take? What would he have to do to bend the will of Riki the Dark?

It seemed to Riki that Iason had left him there for an eternity. His arms and buttocks were starting to cramp. Despite his discomfort, Riki felt proud of himself. At least he still had some self respect. When his Blondie master finally returned, he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. "Feeling some regret, perhaps?"

"Fuck you, you perverted shithead."

"I'll be doing the fucking, to use your mongrel phrase." He unfastened his trouser flap, moving behind Riki, then yanking his head back violently by his hair. "My apologies," he whispered in his ear. "I would be more appropriately lubricated, but I seemed to have misplaced the vial. So I'll just have to trade velocity for lubrication and ram it in hard."

"You sadistic fuck."

Riki felt Iason's gloved hands pull his hips back into position, the accommodating springs of the T-stand allowing this shift. He steeled himself, determined not to utter a single sound. But when Iason plunged violently into him, he was unable to keep from crying out in utter anguish. His master's earlier conquest had left him raw, and this new onslaught was too much.

"Have mercy," he whispered.

"What's that? Begging for mercy already? What happened to all that defiant resolve?"

"If you only knew...how much I hate you," he said darkly.

These words filled Iason with pain and rage. He began thrusting, hard, erratically, eliciting tortured moans from his pet. But as the onslaught continued, the painful sensations were replaced by pleasurable ones, and Riki began gasping. Soon it was evident that his ring had been set to prevent ejaculation, its restriction leaving him desperate for release but unable to attain it.

He could tell by Iason's sudden silence that his master had arrived at his peak. He gritted his teeth, jealous of his pleasure. His gasps betrayed his frustration.

"Ah yes. I thought that was an especially nice touch, don't you agree? Denying you the pleasure of consummation?"

Iason began kissing his neck, reaching around with one hand to stroke his rigid organ, causing him to moan through gritted teeth. It was pure torture. Riki despised the T-stand. Even the kasey-whip was better than this--at least that punishment was over quickly. His entire body was cramping and aching now, and the sexual frustration was unbearable, especially with Iason's heartless teasing.

"Why don't you just whip me," he said, finally. "And let me out of this thing."

"Or...I could whip you while you're in it," Iason proposed.

Riki fell silent, having failed to consider that more disagreeable option.

But his Blondie master had no intention of using the kasey-whip again, not after the incident with the C-20. He pulled out and moved around to face his pet. "Since you've decided to behave like a child, it's fitting I punish you like one." Iason leaned closer. "I seem to remember predicting you'd get a spanking."

"You're an asshole."

The Blondie smiled. "It's unwise to provoke the hand that's about to beat you."

"Fucking bastard!"

Iason moved into position and struck his pet with all his strength on his exposed buttocks, eliciting a choked cry. He knew it had to hurt--even his own hand was stinging. A second strike induced a louder response from the mongrel. Then Riki endured the most brutal spanking he'd ever had in his life at the hand of his Blondie master. By the time Iason was finished, he was crying like a child, his head hanging down in abject misery.

Iason pressed against him from behind. "Ready to obey me now?" he whispered.

Riki sobbed. His backside burned excruciatingly. But he had an even bigger problem. He desperately needed to empty his bladder. He had waited as long as he could.

"Iason," he said. "I need...I really need...to..."

Iason walked around to face him, leaning forward. "You need to relieve yourself? I was waiting for you to ask." He retrieved a container, and to Riki's mortification, held it under him and took up his member. "Go ahead."

"Iason...I can't...do it, not with you watching. Could you call Daryl?"

"I could. But I choose not to."

"Not with you holding me...please, Iason. I can't. Don't you...get it?"

"Must feel pretty helpless. You can hold onto your pride and suffer, or you can relieve yourself and debase yourself in front of me."

Iason smiled slightly, his eyes glimmering a cold blue.

Riki swallowed, closing his eyes with shame. He relieved himself, the hot stench of his water humiliating him.

When he opened his eyes, the Blondie was smiling triumphantly. "Good boy," he whispered, disappearing for a moment.

Then, much to Riki's extraordinary relief, Iason snapped open one of his cuffs. His arm fell down limply, then his other arm was released, and then his feet. Iason carried him to the corner near his bed and fastened his collar to the restraining chain. His pet fell over, curling up in a ball, falling asleep not long after.

The Blondie watched him, smiling. Except for one occasion, the proud mongrel had endured his punishment without pleading for relief. Although he didn't understand Riki's rebellion, he admired his resolve.

For several days Riki was kept in chains. Iason reverted back to forcing him to copulate while he watched, something he knew his pet detested. Though he longed for sexual intimacy, he wanted to make his pet long for it even more.

After some days, he was walking near his pet when Riki whispered, "Iason."

He froze, and the sound of his pet's chains announced his approach. From behind, Riki put his arms around his Blondie master, pressing up against him.

Iason closed his eyes, drinking in the moment, then whipped around, unfastening the chain from Riki's collar, and carrying his pet to the bed. The eagerness of his mongrel was nearly matched by his own as master and pet reestablished their sexual understanding. His pet surprised him with uncharacteristic initiative, reaching down to stroke his master boldly, his exploring Iason's body in tantalizing caresses.

Iason was beside himself with lust. His kisses were perhaps a little rough as his need mounted. Yet he wanted to satisfy the hard-won obedience of his pet first. Flipping Riki onto his back, he pushed his thighs toward his shoulders to reveal his waiting portal. "You liked this, didn't you?" he whispered, penetrating with his tongue.

Riki's moan left no question as to his pet's answer.

The Blondie pleasured him in a loving, unrushed exploration that was completely incongruent with his own desperately urgent need. Moving up to take his pet into his mouth, he continued stimulating him with his finger, a combination clearly welcomed by the dark-haired mongrel. Riki's moans increased in frequency and pitch, rising with his ascent to rapture, and then, his muscles contracting so hard his torso lifted off the bed, he voiced his impassioned surrender to ecstasy.

Iason moved on top him, kissing his throat as he waited for his pet to recover. The mongrel finally opened his dark eyes, they were shining; a slight smile turned the corners of his mouth.

"Did you like that?" Iason asked.

Though Riki didn't answer, his smile grew a little more pronounced. Now Iason rolled onto his back, holding out his hand to his pet. "Straddle me," he said, holding himself ready with one hand.

Riki climbed atop his Blondie master, slowly easing onto his waiting organ, stopping when he experienced discomfort. Iason, with shaking hands, took hold of his hips and forced their continuing descent, unable to wait for his pet to adjust. The grimace of pain on his pet's face paradoxically stimulated him, and he closed his eyes, opening his mouth slightly. Then, when he was fully inside his pet's wet embrace, he lifted the mongrel's beautiful body and then dropped it as he lifted his pelvis with a little thrust, testing out this new method of enjoying his pet. To his surprise, Riki pressed his hands against his chest and initiated lifting movements himself, allowing Iason the luxury of concentrating on thrusting, though he continued to take hold of his pet's hips and direct the speed of their joining. They paired thus, master and pet, each gazing intensely at the other, rebuilding in those few minutes all that had been destroyed, releasing all that needed to be forgiven. More than the exquisite pleasure that permeated his release, Iason was transported by a look of affection in Riki's softened eyes that he had never seen before, a look that spoke to his heart words he had desperately waited to hear.

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