Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Riki's Confession ❯ One-Shot

"Riki's Confession"

NC-17, Yaoi,D/s,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 sighed, pushing back the familiar sense of dread on learning that Jupiter had called for him. He composed himself, putting on his best game face, one that hid his true feelings--how much he truly despised Jupiter.

"Iason," Raoul said, touching his sleeve suddenly, "are these bloodstains?"

The Blondie looked down, realizing then that his struggles with Riki had stained his cloak.

"You'd better not go in there like that. Take mine." Raoul slipped off his outer robe, offering it to Iason with a look of concern.

"Thank you, Raoul," Iason nodded. There were times when the usually annoying Blondie could be a good friend.

Now Iason made his way into Jupiter's sanctum, stopping to pour himself a glass of wine to calm his nerves. As he approached Jupiter, he bowed slightly, sitting down in the only chair in the room, and crossing his legs with deliberately crafted ease. In fact, he felt anything but tranquil, having already been called in to see Jupiter twice that week, once regarding his poisoning and another time concerning the reprogramming of the security grid. He hated the feeling that Jupiter watched his every move. But of course--Jupiter couldn't see everything, and for that he was grateful.

"You altered Z107M's access," Jupiter began. "You've given him high-level access to Tanagura."

"Ah yes," Iason said nonchalantly. "I have some errands I may have him attend to."

"You have Furniture for such matters. It is not typical for a pet to have high-level clearance."

The Blondie took a sip of his wine, considering. "Z107M is not a typical pet. If you recall, he is a mongrel. The usual rules for pet administration don't apply."

"As the head of the syndicate, you should be an example to others. Your persistence in keeping this mongrel pet is puzzling."

Iason bowed his head, averting his eyes. "Certainly, it was not my intent to displease you. But as the head of the syndicate, I think it's appropriate my pet should be unique."

"Does it mean so much to you?"

"To be honest, I've grown rather attached to him. I find him quite amusing. It's foolish, I know," Iason gave a little chuckle. "Of course, I could replace him easily enough. But I was hoping you'd indulge my harmless predilection." Opening his mouth in a seductive manner, Iason gazed sensually over his wine glass at Jupiter, who immediately altered form to approach him, reaching out to touch his face with the arousing heat of holographic energy.

Iason felt his loins stirring and shifted his position, trying not to betray his discomfort. He hated when Jupiter attempted to arouse him. "So...will you tolerate my little penchant?" he asked, softly.

"Be careful, Iason," was Jupiter's only reply before shifting back into her statuesque form.

With a slight bow, Iason took leave, smiling to cover his anger. It galled him to no end that Jupiter could have a say in his private life, that he had to practice his obsequious arts to placate her and distract her from his growing attachment to Riki.

Raoul immediately intercepted him on his exit from Jupiter's chambers. "What did Jupiter say?"

Feeling rather disinclined for a conversation on the subject, Iason simply shook his head, moving away.

"Was it about Z107M? Iason." Raoul moved in front of him as he attempted to return to his computer terminal.

"Not open for discussion, Raoul," he said softly, sidestepping the Blondie.

Raoul made no reply, but stood, looking after him.

At the penthouse, Daryl, Katze, and Riki had managed to restore the interior to its usual orderly state, although the walls were rather bare. Now Katze and Riki retired to the balcony to smoke.

Katze shook his head. "What the fuck were you thinking, Riki? You're a lucky son-of-a-bitch. Iason might have killed you...or at least sold you off."

"I know," Riki answered, softly. "I wasn't really...thinking."

"You know, you really have it made here. I don't know why you can't see that."

Riki took a deep drag from his smoke, silent.

"Look. Forget about Bison. Your life is here now. You'll never adjust if you don't let the past go."

Nodding, Riki let out a deep sigh. "I know. But I can't forget. The taste of freedom just stays in your mouth, even when it becomes bitter."

The bitter taste of freedom. Rather poetic for a mongrel, Katze thought, smiling.

Now Daryl joined them on the balcony. "How are your arms, Riki?"

"Huh?" Riki looked down at his arms, as if realizing for the first time he was bandaged. "What happened?"

"You cut yourself up something wicked. Don't you remember?"

"Not really." Riki looked out at Tanagura, feeling a sense of excitement. "I want to go out into the city tomorrow."

Daryl and Katze exchanged looks. Neither of them could quite believe Iason was going to allow Riki to wander the streets of Tanagura without protection.

Katze put out his smoke on the ledge, then tossed the butt over the side. "Well. I've gotta get back. This has put me behind schedule by half a day."

"Thanks for coming, Katze, and helping me out," Daryl said, quietly. "You've always been...a good friend."

With a slight laugh, Katze rested his hand on Daryl's shoulder. "You can call me whenever." A look was exchanged between them that was not lost on Riki, who wondered about the friendship between the two. He nodded, almost imperceptibly. It wasn't so surprising that there should be a bond between them. But the connection there spoke of something more, almost a shared sadness. With a slight shudder, Riki wondered what it would be like to lose his manhood, to be completely incapable of sexual response. Would he still think about sex? He finished his smoke, grateful that, even if he had lost everything else, he was still a man.

When Iason finally came home, Riki could tell from the look on his face something was wrong.

"Good evening, Iason-sama," Daryl said, bowing. "What can I get you?"

Iason looked around at the penthouse, noting its orderly state with a nod. "Wine, Daryl. And an Opiate-6."

An Opiate-6? Riki noted the request with some concern. "Are you in pain, Iason?"

"Just a little headache." Iason removed his cloak, closing his eyes with a sigh.

Riki smiled. It must be quite a headache to require an Opiate-6. "I know something for that," he said, for the first time since his arrival in Eos feeling useful. Guy had been prone to bad headaches, and he had learned a technique that seemed to really help. "Come and sit down, and I'll show you."

Iason looked at Riki, smiling slightly at his pet's obvious desire to help what he could only describe as the worst headache of his life.

He sat down, then sighed as he felt Riki's warm, strong hands kneading out the muscles in his neck and shoulders. His pet seemed to find every knot, every source of tension, rubbing away the pain with undeniable skill.

"Your wine, Sir Iason," Daryl said, holding out the wine and the requested pharmaceutical. Iason took a sip of the wine, then downed the painkiller.

Riki shook his head. Only a Blondie could take an Opiate-6 with wine and still be alive.

"Iason. If you like this, I could do a better job if you...took off your clothes and got on the bed."

The Blondie reached back and took hold of Riki's hand, sighing. "Could do," he said. "Your hands feel perfect." Taking another sip of the wine, Iason retired to the bedroom, disrobing in his usual disconcertingly graceful way. Riki followed, taking in the Blondie's firm physique with a surge of lust. "Lie face down," he said, then proceeded to undress as well.

The sight of Iason's body prostate again triggered the memory of the previous evening's intimacy, and Riki eyed the Blondie hungrily, longing to repeat the experience. He rubbed some oil on his hands, then began massaging Iason's tired muscles, relishing the Blondie's sighs and almost imperceptible moans. It was unusual for Iason to vocalize his pleasure, and when he did so, it invariably aroused him. He was straddling Iason's back, and as he moved down to work his lower back and buttocks, he began trembling at the sight of the tantalizing curves leading to his Blondie master's portal. He administered a deep-muscle massage to his glutes and hips, and as he did so, was unable to resist spreading Iason a bit for a better view. Gritting his teeth, he moved himself up close to the inviting portal, but not quite touching, longing to sink his aching erection into Iason. With great difficulty, he pulled away, working next on the Blondie's hamstrings, which were extremely tight.

Iason felt as though he were in heaven. Riki's massage was simply one of the most pleasurable experiences he had ever had in his life. No one, not even Raoul, had ever thought to relieve his aching muscles in such an exquisite way. In fact, he had never really had a massage before. The strong, firm pressure of his pet's fingers, the unmistakably soothing--even caring--quality of his caresses had transported him to another realm. And, once he was completely relaxed, he became aware of a change in Riki's touch, a shift from soothing to seductive, from therapeutic to tantalizing. He could feel his pet's erection against his back when Riki lay on top of him, rubbing up against him in a decidedly erotic manner. He smiled.

"How is your headache?" Riki asked, his voice a little husky.

"Completely gone. You were lovely, my pet."

Riki rolled off his back and Iason turned on his side, noting his pet's arousal with satisfaction. Reaching down to encourage his own developing lust, he pulled Riki closer with his other arm, erotically tasting his mouth with his tongue.

The mongrel returned his kiss eagerly, running his hands down Iason's glistening body, his trembling hands betraying his anxious desire. Their kisses became more urgent, passionate. Iason broke away to explore the sensitive curves of his pet's neck, eliciting moans as he nibbled and kissed his pet's favorite erogenous zone. Riki ran his hands through Iason's soft hair, whispering his name.

"Get on your knees, facing away." Iason said quietly.

Riki obeyed, and the Blondie was once again startled by the dark bruises on his pet's buttocks and thighs. He reached out, sliding his fingers down his pet's bruised backside. "You really don't know how to take punishment, do you? I break you and just come back for more."

"That's because--" Riki began, then stopped.

"Because what?"

"I...can't tell you."

"Tell me, pet."

"It's too...humiliating."

Now Iason climbed onto his pet, pushing him down to the bed and lying on top of him. He suddenly had the notion that his pet had something important to say. "I want you to tell me," he whispered into his ear. "I won't let you go until you do."

"It's because...part of me...enjoys it." Riki felt his face grow hot with shame at this confession.

Iason's heart began beating faster. His pet...enjoyed being punished? He hardly knew how to react to this revelation. The idea that Riki could have sexual perversions equal to his own was too much to hope for. "Oh pet," he whispered, then rose to his knees, pulling Riki back into position.

Wanting to take his pet without preparation but resisting the urge, he eased into the mongrel, determined to be gentle with him. Suddenly, Riki bucked back, taking him in completely with a series of gasps. Surprised, Iason expelled a held breath, then grabbed hold of his hips, embarking on an acquisition of his pet that bordered on violence. Riki began to thrust back as though inviting deeper penetration, moving down onto his elbows and positioning himself for total possession.

"Riki," Iason said through clenched teeth. "Do you know...what you do to me?" As his pet began stroking himself, Iason reached down to grab his wrist. "Wait, pet. I want to pleasure you."

Then, with a few final thrusts, Iason reached completion, whipping his head back to savor the ecstasy of his sexual release. Withdrawing, he smiled at Riki's obvious discomfort--his erection twitching erratically, his breathing painfully increased. "Lie on your back," he said. Riki happily obeyed, spreading his legs and presenting himself with an anxious little thrust.

Smiling, Iason straddled his pet, reaching down to position him for entry. The look of surprise and sheer delight on Riki's face was priceless. With practiced ease, he slid onto the mongrel, drinking up his pet's obvious pleasure. Riki reached out and took hold of his master's hips, unable to believe the Blondie had climbed onto him, relishing the tight fit and Iason's incredibly erotic undulations as the Blondie moved sensually against him. It was almost too much to bear. And then the contractions began, the Blondie's amazing hidden technique that gripped his phallus like a hot hand, squeezing him.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, letting his semen shoot into Iason's inner sanctum far sooner than he meant to release, simply unable to resist the sensory overload of erotic stimuli provided so effortlessly by the beautiful Blondie.

Afterwards, Riki lay in Iason's arms for a long time. Iason nuzzled up against his temple, kissing his cheek every so often. "My pet," he whispered. He was marveling over Riki's confession, filled with an incredible influx of affection for his elusive mongrel pet. Riki closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy Iason's warm embrace and his gently tendered kisses. He found that, at the moment, there was no where else in the world he wanted to be.

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