Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ One-Shot

"Revelations"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal

Iason x Riki; Katze x Daryl

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.***

"What are you doing?" Raoul leaned against the doorframe, completely naked, squinting at Iason, who was sitting in his chair by the window. He had unintentionally dozed off for a bit before waking up and realizing Iason was gone. "Come to bed," he commanded.

"I have a slight headache," the Blondie answered. "I'm just waiting for this opiate to kick in."

"Well, hurry up. I want you next to me."

Iason nodded, turning away to look out the window again. It was nearly 1:00 and Riki wasn't back yet. Although he had given him permission to stay out until then, he had somehow expected the three of them would be back a little earlier. And now they were pushing the deadline-it was already 12:55. He began imagining the worst; what if there had been some sort of accident…?

Jumping up, he went to the terminal and activated the tracer, wondering why he hadn't thought of doing so before. He had been so distracted by his headache, he just hadn't been thinking straight. To his relief, he saw that Riki was already in the building. He switched off the screen and sat back down, tying his robe closed.

The door hummed open and the three stumbled in. It was immediately apparent that they had all been drinking, and while Katze and Daryl seemed to have handled their liquor well, Riki was in a sorry state, laughing loudly.

Upon seeing Iason waiting for him in his chair, Riki stopped in his tracks. "What, another spanking?" he said, then giggled.

"Come here, Riki."

"I'll come," the mongrel said, seductively. "I'll come right here. Wanna watch?" Riki then unzipped his pants and revealed himself, walking a few steps toward his Blondie master before falling to his knees and stroking himself with definite purpose. "Oh, I'm gonna come fast, too."

"How much did he drink?" Iason asked, sharply.

"Apparently too much," Katze answered, his arm over his mouth to suppress an almost irresistible urge to laugh. "My apologies."

Iason sighed, unable to feeling angry at his pet, knowing the reason why he had become so intoxicated. "Riki, I told you to come here."

"If I do, will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me, Iason. Really, really…bad. Or maybe suck me…oooo could you do that too? See? I'm ready." Riki laughed, turning to Katze. "I'm ready again, can you believe it?"

The Blondie's eyes narrowed at this remark and he studied the three of them but said nothing. Despite the fact that he had already climaxed several times that night, he found that the sight of his pet exposing himself and begging for sex was arousing him. Realizing that Riki was in no shape to follow his orders, he got up, lifting him firmly to his feet, and then giving him a series of hard spanks, just enough to elicit a few yelps and get his pet's attention.

"Obey me, Riki. You'll come when I call you."

"That…fucking…hurt, Iason," Riki sulked. "What did you do that for?"

"Because I told you to come to me and you ignored me."

The look of utter confusion on the mongrel's face was priceless. "I'll come on you if you want me to. Can I come on your face?"

"What's all this bloody noise," Raoul demanded. He stood in the doorway, hands on hips, still completely naked, completely oblivious to Daryl and Katze who gazed at his nude glory in wonderment.

"Nothing that you need to be concerned about, Raoul. I'll handle it."

Now Riki turned and, upon perceiving the Blondie, started to take off toward him. "You fucking bastard!"

Iason restrained him easily, punishing his pet with another warning spank.

"He needs some real discipline," Raoul said.

"In my house, whether or not he needs discipline is up to me."

Disgusted, Raoul turned and went back into the room. "Hurry up," he called. "I'm not finished with you yet."

The Blondie picked up his mongrel pet and carried him to his room-a room that Riki rarely used but where he would be sleeping that night. He lay him down on the bed, undressing him.

"You're always…spanking me," Riki complained.

"You're always disobeying me."

"The punishment doesn't fucking ever fit the crime," he lamented.

Iason laughed. "That was nothing. I hardly even swatted you. Surely you haven't forgotten what a real spanking feels like."

"Yeah but my ass really hurts, so one spank counted for like…twenty."

"What a fuss," Iason said softly. "There now, you're undressed and ready for bed."

"Huh? I'm sleeping here?"

"Just for tonight."

The mongrel pondered this for a moment, perplexed, then forgot what he was pondering and realized that Iason was leaning over him with nothing more than a robe on.

"Will you fuck me now?" he pleaded.

"Not tonight," he whispered.

"Why not?" Riki pouted. "Don't you want me?"

Iason reached down and kissed his forehead. "Of course I do. I'll love you tomorrow."

"Love me? I want you to fuck me."

"I'll do that, too, love. Now, go to sleep."

Now Riki rolled onto his stomach, reaching back around with his hands to spread himself with a little wiggle. "Fuck me, Iason," he whispered.

The enticing view forced the Blondie to reconsider his pet's offer. If this was what drinking did to his pet, he had not been giving Riki nearly enough to drink. Almost immediately developing a rock-hard erection, he came to the conclusion that a little after-midnight fucking was in order. He got up and locked the door. Then, untying his robe with one yank, he pushed Riki's legs apart even further, pressing himself up against his so sweetly offered portal to gain entrance. Inching into his pet, he let out a deep breath as the mongrel moaned, partially from soreness and partially from arousal. He was raised up on his arms and so now slowly lowered down onto Riki's back, nuzzling his cheek and whispering in his ear. "I'm fucking you now. Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck…me…harder," he gasped.

Shuddering, the Blondie honored the mongrel's request, sliding his arms under his body and then pulling on his shoulders as he thrust hard, as deep as he could. He heard Riki reach orgasm beneath him, and he found this surprising, given the amount of alcohol his pet had imbibed. But the sound of Riki's orgasms always pushed him past his critical point-he was ejaculating, too, unable to suppress a broken moan from escaping his lips.

Riki almost instantly fell asleep. Smiling, Iason covered him with sheets and bent down to kiss him.

Stirring from the kiss, the mongrel mumbled, "don't tell Iason. He'll punish me. Just like before…our…secret."

The Blondie stood for a moment, frozen, puzzling over the meaning of these words, then went to clean up before returning to bed.

Raoul was sitting up in bed when he returned to the room, arms crossed on his chest. "Did you seriously think I wouldn't hear that?" he demanded.

"It's no concern of yours what I do in my own house, Raoul."

"This is supposed to be my night."

"And so it is. Have I denied you anything you've asked for?"

Sulking, Raoul fell silent for a few moments. "Now you're all used up and I wanted to pleasure you."

"Surely you can think of something else that appeals to you."

Raoul looked at him for a moment, then smiled. "There is one thing we haven't done in awhile…."

* * *

"Did you see Raoul?" Katze whispered, as Iason carried Riki off to bed.

Daryl giggled. "You should see the painting."

"That's right! Where the hell is it?"

"I'll show you." Daryl took his hand and led him up to the observatory.

"So Iason is using this again?"

"Today was the first day since, I don't know-."

"Since the big break up?"

"Yeah."

The fire was still going, though it was very low, and its illumination made the painting appear even more beautiful.

"Holy shit," Katze breathed. They stood in front of the painting for a few moments, silent.

"I've never been to the ocean," Daryl said, softly.

"Never?" Katze looked at him, then realized it was hardly surprising. Daryl had never been anywhere until this very night. He smiled, already devising a plan to take his lover to the sea one night.

"Iason is so beautiful," Daryl whispered.

"Okay. Now I'm jealous."

"Oh, Katze! I didn't mean….

"Hush." Katze put his arms around him from behind. "Don't you know when I'm teasing you, love?"

"Katze," he said after a pause, "why do you call me that-love?"

"Don't you know, silly boy? Because I love you, Daryl. You're the love of my life."

"I…am?"

"I guess I didn't do a good job of driving that fact home last time," he said, whispering in his ear, then gently kissing his neck. "Let's see if I can do a better job tonight." Gently turning him around, Katze then bent down and gave Daryl a long, slow kiss.

Daryl was beside himself with happiness. No one had ever told him they loved him, and now he'd heard these words from the one person in the world from whom he wanted to hear them most. "Katze," he said after a moment, "did you know…I love you, too. I've loved you for a long time."

"I know." Katze smiled. "Come here." He led him by the hand to the sofa, then gently pushed him down on it. He moved on top of him, kissing him and running his hands through his hair. "Daryl. I loved it when you wanted to watch me with Riki. Sometimes you really…surprise me."

"I liked watching." Eyes glowing, Daryl smiled in an unequivocally seductive way.

Katze moaned. "When you look at me like that…it almost…"

"Makes you feel like a man?"

"Yes. Exactly that. But Daryl…I am a man. And so are you. Nothing can change that."

"I know that…now," he answered, smiling.

"Tonight, my love, I want to kiss and stroke every inch of your body. And then," he held up a couple fingers, wiggling them with a naughty smile, "there's something else I want to try. If you want to."

"Yes. I want to," Daryl whispered, his heart beating with excitement.

Katze smiled, then bent down and began exploring his lover's neck, kissing and licking as Daryl gasped beneath him.

* * *

Riki woke up with a killer headache, totally confused about why he was in his room and not with Iason. Groaning, he got dressed and cleaned up, then wandered into the great hall, where Iason and Raoul were eating at the table. Riki walked over to Iason, who turned his face up for a kiss, before sitting down at the table, just as he did every day.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Raoul demanded.

"Waiting for breakfast." Riki let his forehead hit the table, moaning. "Please let there be coffee."

As if anticipating his state, Daryl rushed in with a fresh pot of coffee, along with Riki's breakfast.

"Daryl. I love you forever," Riki proclaimed, pouring himself an extra-large serving of java.

Raoul looked at Iason incredulously. "You let your pet eat at your table with you?"

"Raoul. Look outside. It's generally agreed that the presence of the sun suggests that the night is over. You've had your one night per our agreement. You're welcome to stay and finish your breakfast, but please refrain from commenting on my household affairs."

Riki smiled smugly at the infuriated Blondie, who glared back at him.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, you little punk, or I'll come over there an wipe it off for you."

"Bring it on, Blondie. I'll tear you up so bad you won't be able to fuck your sister any more."

"Hush, both of you!" Iason sighed, exasperated. "You're like two children."

"Don't put me on the same level with him!" Raoul protested, then muttered, "filthy mongrel."

"Say that to my face, you fucking pervert!"

Raoul lept from his chair, reaching Riki before Iason could even respond. He pulled him to his feet by his arm so violently that the shoulder dislocated, and Riki began screaming in an ear-piercing manner.

"Let him go!" Iason shouted. "Raoul, you moron! Get out!" He rushed to his pet's side as Daryl and Katze both ran into the room.

"Hold him for me! I've got to push it back in!"

"What happened?" Katze asked.

"His shoulder! Raoul dislocated his shoulder."

Raoul watched the scene with a mixture of pleasure at Riki's anguish and sorrow at being ordered to leave. He made no move to do so, but simply stood there, watching. As Daryl and Katze held the mongrel down, Iason managed to pop the shoulder back in its socket, much to Riki's immediate relief. Although he felt like threatening Raoul, he managed to keep quiet, relishing Iason's fury. Whipping around to face Raoul, the Blondie pointed to the door.

"Raoul, I told you to leave."

"You're going to kick me out like this. After everything we just shared last night?"

"Last night," Iason said, trying to control his anger, "was nothing more than a business arrangement. I made that perfectly clear to you. So please, Raoul…just go."

Locking eyes with Riki, the Blondie and mongrel shared a long stare seething with mutual hatred. Turning back to Iason, Raoul bent down as if, by some bizarre delusion, expecting to get a goodbye kiss. Turning his face away and stepping back, Iason made his view on this project clear. Hurt, angry, and a little bewildered, the Blondie turned and left the penthouse without another word.

"Can you move your arm?" Katze asked.

"Yes…but I don't really want to," Riki answered. "But I'm okay."

"It's gonna hurt a bit later."

"Since all of you are here," Iason said, sitting back down, "there's something I want to talk to you about. Sit."

Exchanging glances, the Riki, Daryl and Katze sat down at the table, waiting.

Iason was slow in speaking, taking a sip of coffee and then looking each one of them in the eyes. "Why don't we begin by you telling me where exactly you went last night."

A long silence followed, and then Katze answered, "we went to a club called Serendipity."

Iason nodded. "An open club. Yes, I know. I checked the tracer logs. I've already talked to the owner of the club, and it seems he remembers the three of you. It's funny," he continued with a soft laugh, "that he particularly remembers a dark mongrel engaging in…certain sexual acts. He wasn't sure exactly who it was with. And then last night, Riki made a few comments that got me wondering. So. We're going to sit here until someone tells me exactly what happened last night."

For a moment, no one said a word. Riki felt his heart racing faster. He saw where this was going and he realized that he was probably already doomed. He couldn't escape punishment, but he could still save Katze.

"It's true," Riki confessed, finally. "I met someone there and…I was a little drunk. And I was pissed off at you, Iason. I know it was stupid."

For a long moment Iason didn't reply, a little stunned with the immediate confession. He had been hoping that there had been some mistake and found that he was quite unprepared for the rumor to be true.

Now he turned to Katze and Daryl. "And you two didn't stop him?" he said, sharply.

"They tried," Riki interjected, "but you know how I am when I'm set on doing something. Please don't blame them, Iason."

The Blondie gazed for a moment at his pet. "Daryl. Katze. You may go."

Dismissed, both men shot grateful looks to Riki, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

Iason remained silent, his anger starting to rise as the full implications of what his pet had done sunk in. He felt hurt, and-he had to acknowledge it-jealous. "So. You actually confess to it? I really can't believe you'd do such a thing, Riki." He sighed. "You know I have to punish you."

His pet sunk a little lower in his seat.

"Come here."

Slowly, Riki approached his Blondie master, climbing onto his lap when signaled to. Now Iason pulled him close, whispering in his ear. "Have you any idea how much discipline you're in for? You're really in for it this time, Riki."

Trembling, Riki said nothing, waiting for his master's command.

"However, given your current state, I don't think you can handle what you have coming. So. I'm going to delay disciplining you for a few days. This is the 224th. You'll be punished on the 228th. You can spend the next few days thinking about what you did and what's coming. As soon as I come home on the 228th you can expect to be quite severely punished."

"What…are you going to do to me?" Riki asked, weakly.

"Haven't decided yet. Understand, pet, this is one of the most disobedient things you've ever done. You require significant correction."

The mongrel sighed.

"Now. How is your arm?"

"It…hurts."

"Do you need something for it?"

"An Opiate-6?" Riki cried.

Iason laughed softly. "More like an Opiate-3."

"Oh. Yeah, that'd be good."

The Blondie called Daryl and had him retrieve the painkiller for Riki. Then Iason began kissing his neck, sending shivers through the dark mongrel. "I wanted you in my bed last night," he whispered.

"That wasn't my fault," Riki said, darkly. "Why do you think I was so fucking pissed off at you?"

"Hush."

"Iason," he said, slowly. "Did you fuck me last night…in my room?"

A soft laugh told him the answer, and Riki smiled.

"You were quite persuasive," the Blondie said. "Do you remember?"

"Not really."

"Pet. I want to take you now. Go undress and lie on the bed."

"Don't I get breakfast first?" Riki whined.

"Now!"

With an exaggerated sigh, the mongrel obeyed, dropping his clothes on the floor apathetically as he undressed and made his way to the bedroom.

His Blondie master followed him, noting that the bruises, though still dark, were a little more faded on his backside. Riki crawled onto the bed and lay on his back, legs apart. Just the sight of the beautiful mongrel's body sent spasms of arousal through the Blondie. He lay down beside his pet, running a hand down his body to the pet ring, which he activated with a single touch. Arching his back, Riki moaned, becoming fully erect in less than a minute.

Lying on the mongrel, Iason began kissing him hungrily, feeling as though there was a part of his pet he couldn't access, a part that had defied him to pursue sexual intimacy with someone else. He wanted Riki to be his, and his alone.

"Pet," he whispered, over and over, as he covered the mongrel's body with kisses and small bites.

Panting, Riki reached down to stroke his Blondie master with trembling fingers. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you." Now Iason guided his engorged member to his pet's portal, trying to gain entrance. "Spread your legs a little more, love. I can't penetrate."

"That's because I can't relax until I've had breakfast," Riki growled.

Smiling, Iason began fondling his pet with masterful strokes designed to bring him to orgasm quickly.

"Yeah, do it like that. Just keep going…don't stop," his pet panted. "Holy fuck, I'm gonna fucking come already!" The mongrel arched his back again and with a strangled cry voiced his consummation.

His essence spraying onto them both, Riki lay limply on the bed, relaxing enough for Iason to gain entry. The Blondie gasped, his pet still, for some reason, extraordinarily tight. "Oh…Riki," he breathed, bending down to kiss his neck as he began thrusting. Despite all the sex of the previous day, Iason found that his lust for Riki was as strong as ever…and he felt…soooo good, hot…and tight. Some of his anger and frustration with Riki now was funneled into his fucking, and he began thrusting so hard that he vocalized each stroke with a small grunt. He was furious with Riki but was trying to hold down his anger, keep it repressed until he could unleash it fully. His pet was really in for it. The mongrel really had no clue at how angry he was. He couldn't wait until it was time to punish his pet for his outrageous misconduct, planning to discipline him thoroughly and then fuck him just as thoroughly. Riki would be begging for mercy before the night was through. As he took his pet with increasingly violent strokes, his desire to acquire his pet's heart, as well as his body, consumed him, along with his jealousy and anger, adding an element of torment to an otherwise unquestionably beautiful fuck.

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