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

"Riki's Night Out"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,Oral,Voy

Katze x Riki; Riki x Iason

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.***

Author's note: Special thanks to Anatra DeSylvianno for her idea to send Riki out during Raoul's visit.

The day after the Exhibit, Iason's purchases began arriving at the penthouse. The Blondie appeared to be in especially high spirits as he oversaw the placement of the priceless works of art throughout the dwelling. Iason had a special fondness for art and had always insisted on having the very best that credits could buy. He had spent over two million at the Emporium and didn't regret a single credit. Thrilled with his mongrel's surprisingly sophisticated taste, he had purchased every item Riki had pointed out without hesitating, his own preferences completely consonant with his pet's, and his extensive experience in collecting assuring him that all of the objects were certain to increase in value. Iason's penchant for art acquisition was such that he had often thought of opening his own museum; for a few years he had toyed with approaching Jupiter about it-he would, of course, be forced to name the museum after her, to elicit her support and an increase in his credit portfolio.

Riki, in contrast to his Blondie master, was in a decidedly somber mood that day, spending most of his time out on the balcony, smoking and brooding. Eventually Iason came out of the penthouse, standing just outside the door that led onto the balcony, a glass of wine in hand.

"Riki. Come here."

Sighing, the mongrel tossed his smoke over the edge and jumped down from the ledge, walking rather stiffly toward the Blondie with his hands sunk deep in his pockets. As he neared him, Iason bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. "Don't you want to see how the penthouse looks with all our new acquisitions?"

His pet shrugged, feigning disinterest.

Iason laughed softly. "I see. Quite the mongrel with no interest in refined things-Dark Baccalias excluded. You have surprisingly good taste for someone who pretends to abhor art," he teased.

The dark-haired mongrel awarded him with a small glance and the slightest hint of a smile.

"Come, love. Let me show you." Iason put his hand on Riki's back, guiding him into the house, where his pet was pleasantly surprised with the effect of all his choices together in one setting-the painted Urasian shields lining the wall, the warrior statues throughout the great room, the immense dragon-head prow proudly displayed in one corner as though the ship was emerging from the wall. Along the walls between hanging tapestries, the illuminated manuscripts and the ivory spell box were mounted in glass cases. The mural from Minas Qentu adorned the east wall between the ceiling-high windows, and pots, urns and other clay vessels were tastefully placed in various locations throughout the penthouse. In addition to Riki's choices, the paintings Iason had selected now hung along the walls; the Blondie had a weakness for Vendal Dynasty art, with its rich colors, intricate detail and classic themes, and Riki found these selections appealed to him as well. He was actually quite enamored with the collection as a whole; there was something comforting and welcoming in it, as though, because many were pieces that resonated with him and that he had specifically chosen, the collection now reflected something of the mongrel himself. Now he began to get a sense of exactly the extent of his transgression when he had destroyed Iason's collection, how much he must have hurt his Blondie master with the loss of irreplaceable objects that he had hand-selected, works of art that appealed so strongly to him he had been willing to spend one million credits to attain them.

"What is it?" Iason asked softly, puzzling over Riki's dark expression.

"Iason," Riki began, hesitantly, "I wanted to ask you. Why didn't you punish me when I destroyed your collection?"

The Blondie smiled. "So. You understand now."

"I broke all those things…that you must have truly cherished. I've done lots of stuff that was hardly anything and you punished me without mercy, and then I do something like that, and you don't do squat."

Now Iason reached down, tipping the mongrel's chin up to look into his eyes. "Broken objects are nothing when the one you treasure most is broken inside. I knew you did not, in your heart, know what you were doing, so I forgave you." Then he smiled. "Although we could certainly arrange a delayed punishment session."

"I'll pass for now," Riki said, dryly. He was so sore he could hardly move.

The Blondie leaned closer. "And for the record, the things you were punished for on other occasions were all perfectly egregious offenses."

"Whatever." The mongrel said, unable to suppress a smile.

Then Iason kissed him gently. "So, are you happy with our collection?"

Our collection? Riki liked the fact that Iason treated him as an equal partner in the art acquisition project and seemed to actively solicit feelings of ownership. "It's all right," he shrugged, apathetically. Then, after a pause, conceded with a smile, "actually it's fucking amazing."

Iason laughed. "Then please retire your vandalistic propensities; any future destruction of property will not be eligible for clemency. I'll turn you over my knee and spank you every day for the rest of your life as punishment."

"You already do that now," the mongrel said, saucily.

"Take that tone with me again and I'll spank you here and now," Iason teased.

Riki put his hands together in a mock plea. "Have mercy, master. I'm fucking so sore I can hardly move. Speaking of which…do you think I could have another one of those pills you gave me?"

"No, pet."

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Enduring the discomfort is part of the punishment."

"Then why did you give me one yesterday?"

"Because," Iason said, "that was more than you could endure."

"Well, that fucking sucks," the mongrel muttered. Having to deal with such discomfort was the last thing he needed. It was enough that he had to endure what he was dreading with every fiber of his being-Roaul's visit that evening, and the commencement of their "one night" business arrangement. Raoul was coming over to fuck Iason and there was nothing he could to about it.

Thinking of this reminded him that there was one piece of their collection missing-Raoul's painting. He looked around. "Where is…the painting?"

The Blondie smiled slightly, knowing exactly what his pet referred to. "It's hanging in the observatory."

"Where the fuck's that?" Riki had never heard of the observatory.

"I suppose I've never shown you. I don't use it as often as I should…it's quite a shame, actually, given that it has one of the best telescopes in Tanagura. And there's something else in there that I haven't used in awhile," he said, turning to look at Riki with a mysterious smile, "that might be interesting to try out." He motioned to his pet as if to follow him and then walked past the library, stopping at what the mongrel had always assumed was simply a wall. Iason reached out and pushed a small button that Riki had never noticed before. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a door slid open, leading to a spiral staircase.

Surprised, and not a little amazed, Riki followed Iason up the small staircase that circled around a few times before arriving at a small, spherical room, the ceilings made entirely of observatory glass, offering an unparalleled view of the heavens. With the press of a button, the entire ceiling structure could be retracted to reveal the open sky. An immense telescope stood in the middle of the room, and in one corner, sunk in the floor, was a hot tub. Near that was what appeared to be a fireplace-not the holographic type but an authentic replication of an old-fashioned wood-burning fireplace. The painting hung on one wall, and Riki stared at it for a few moments as if in pain. But for the painting, the room was sparsely decorated and was furnished only with a couch, and a set of chairs near the scope.

"I can't believe no one told me this was here," Riki said, a little annoyed. This was exactly the sort of place he would have loved to retreat to. He immediately gravitated toward the telescope, intensely curious, having never seen one before. "Can I look in this?"

Iason was intrigued with his pet's obvious fascination with the telescope, wishing he'd thought of showing him the room sooner. He knew why he hadn't…it was the room…where it had happened. Where he had caught Raoul with Khosi. The room that had definitively ended his relationship with Raoul. An appropriate place, he had decided, for the painting.

"Look through here," Iason said, pointing to the eyepiece.

"Fucking Jupiter! I can see…I don't know what the fuck I see but it's amazing."

"That's Alpha Zen."

"So you know all the constellations and planets and everything?" Riki felt envious of the Blondie who seemed to be so knowledgeable about so many different things, especially when it came to subjects he'd always been interested in.

"Many of them."

"Why don't you ever come up here? This is fucking awesome! And why the hell didn't anyone tell me we have a hot tub!" Riki sighed with exasperation, thinking how many times he would have enjoyed soaking in it after one of Iason's brutal spankings.

"It wasn't even filled until today. I haven't used it in years."

"Why did you fill it today?" Riki asked, and then, suddenly realizing the answer, fell silent, devastated. Iason had filled it because was bringing Raoul up here.

Iason saw Riki's expression change as the mongrel realized his intentions. "Riki," he said softly. "I have told you already, today…means nothing."

Riki glared back, eyes dark. "It may be nothing to you. But for me…it's not. And don't give me that bullshit-if it means nothing, why are you bringing him up here for a night under the stars? So you can both jerk off together looking at your fucking painting? I suppose you'll have a fire going as you fuck each other in the hot tub. Isn't that just the most romantic thing ever. Fuck you, Iason."

Furious, Riki moved to leave the room but Iason grabbed him. "Don't walk away from me," he said, sternly.

"Let go of me! Get your stinking hands off me!"

Angry, but at the same time aware that his pet's misbehavior was driven by jealousy, Iason's response was to pull Riki closer, holding him tight until he stopped resisting, until he finally broke down and wept.

"Don't do it. Please, Iason," he begged.

"Hush, love," Iason said, stroking his hair. "It's just one night."

"That bastard…gets to use the hot tub first," Riki lamented, adding this injustice to his list of grievances.

The Blondie laughed softly. "Is that what's at the top of your list? Then why don't you try it out, right now."

Perking up with this offer, Riki wiped the tears from his face, looking up at Iason hopefully. "Will you get in with me?" he asked.

"What a question. Do you think I would miss it? Let me undress you."

Iason slowly undressed his pet, feeling an instinctive stirring of lust as the mongrel's naked body was revealed. As Riki turned to move toward the pool, his heart sank when he saw the dark bruises and welts that covered his backside. No wonder his pet had asked for a painkiller. Maybe a soak in the hot tub would do him some good. Iason undressed as well, smiling as Riki tentatively put a toe in the water.

"It's really warm!"

"Go ahead and get in." The Blondie soon joined him, master and pet getting comfortable together for the first time in such a setting. Iason realized then he should have done this long before.

"This feels great," Riki smiled, leaning against Iason with a little moan. The water stung him a little at first, but soon began to soothe his soreness.

"Yes it does," Iason whispered, now becoming aroused by his pet's naked wetness so close to his own.

As if reading his thoughts, Riki turned and began kissing his neck, setting the course toward intimacy in definite motion. With long, slow kisses, master and pet enjoyed one another, savoring the novelty of the setting and the additional stimulation of wet and glistening skin. Though Iason intensely wanted to take his pet, he worried that Riki was still torn from the previous day, so he asked to be pleasured orally. He sat up on the ledge, legs apart, while the mongrel knelt in the water and skillfully stimulated him with his mouth and tongue, sucking gently while Iason's breathing increased, then became gasps. The Blondie reached down and put his hands on his pet's head, running his hands through his hair.

"That's it…yes…just like that," he whispered urgently, closing his eyes. "Don't stop…oh!" Iason spread his legs a little more, thrusting his pelvis to offer himself more intimately to his pet. "Riki," he breathed, then moaned loudly, throwing his head back and releasing with exquisite perfection, feeling his hot semen shoot deep inside the mongrel's mouth.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, smiling down at Riki. "Now…what do you want, pet?"

"Do the same for me…except…could I," Riki's voice dropped to a whisper, "come on your face?"

A little surprised at his pet's request, Iason laughed softly. "Yes, love."

So Riki perched on the ledge, spreading his legs eagerly for the Blondie master who pleasured him so perfectly, his tongue exploring him slowly, lovingly. The mongrel closed his eyes and threw his head back, then watched the Blondie kneeling before him a little before throwing his head back again. Iason took his pet into his mouth with relaxed ease, bringing him quickly to his critical point.

"I'm gonna come." Riki reached out and grabbed the Blondie's hair, pulling his head back a bit as he withdrew. "Open your mouth a little…I want to see it shoot on your tongue," he said, his voice strained as though he were in pain.

Iason obeyed, wiggling his tongue slightly to show his eagerness for him.

"Oh…Iason," he moaned. "Fuck yes." His pet ejaculated through gritted teeth, his essence spraying onto the Blondie's beautiful face and mouth and onto his waiting tongue, a gift that Iason gladly swallowed, much to Riki's utter delight.

Riki was started to feel much better, even though he still dreaded the evening. As they got out of the hot tub, he saw that Iason's backside showed G-strap markings, and he smiled with delight, wondering how Raoul would react to them.

Both master and pet then realized that Daryl had quietly brought them towels, leaving them discretely by the door.

"That Daryl," Riki said. "He's really something."

Iason thought about it for a moment and realized that his pet was right; Daryl had been an exceptional servant almost from the day he arrived, with only a few transgressions in the very beginning that were easily tamed with a little punishment, and a more recent one that he had perhaps punished a bit too severely. He counted the years in his mind and determined that it had been twelve years since he'd acquired him. Perhaps it was time to reward him for his sterling obedience.

After they got dressed and returned to the great hall, Iason called Daryl.

Daryl rushed over, bowing nervously. "Yes, Master Iason?"

"You asked to have Katze over this evening. If you like, you may go out into the city as long as you return by 1:00," he said. "You've served me faithfully, Daryl, and I've decided to reward you. From this day on, the hours between 8:00 and 1:00 belong to you. You may go anywhere within the city and do as you please during that time."

The gray-eyed youth stared at his Blondie master in disbelief. He'd never been out in the city, never gone anywhere, never had time that belonged just to him. Five hours each day. Unable to stop a tear from escaping down his face, he smiled. "Thank you, Master Iason. You are so kind to me."

The Blondie felt moved by Daryl's emotional response, wishing that he had thought to give him more freedoms sooner. Riki watched this exchange with surprise, thrilled that his master had finally acknowledged Daryl's value and tireless service. He followed him out onto the balcony, where the youth had gone to regain his composure.

"I'm happy for you, Daryl," he said, lighting up a smoke.

Daryl turned, smiling, still struggling to hold back the tears.

"So, where are you going to go tonight?"

"I don't know. I've never been anywhere…I don't know where to go."

"Bet Katze knows a place or two," Riki said, grinning. "Don't worry, he'll show you a good time. I envy you tonight." The mongrel fell silent then, realizing that he would have to deal with Raoul's visit without even Daryl's companionship to attenuate his pain.

As if hearing his thoughts, Daryl said softly, "why don't you come with us, Riki?"

"You don't want me tagging along," Riki protested with somewhat transparent hopefulness.

"I'd like you to come. Just the three of us-it'll be fun."

The dark-haired mongrel took a long drag, a slow smile creeping into his features. "Only if Katze agrees."

"He will." Dazyl was confident in Katze's response, having already told him about Raoul's impending visit and eliciting sympathy for Riki's situation.

"I'll go ask Iason then," Riki said, tossing his smoke over the ledge, and then making his way back inside.

The beautiful Blondie was sitting in his favorite chair near the window and looked up as his pet walked in. "Ah, Riki. Come here. I want to talk to you."

Riki approached him, crawling onto his lap when signaled to do so. Iason put his arms around him, pulling him close, then began whispering in his ear. "Do we need to discuss what's going to happen tonight? Or are you going to be obedient? I can ask Daryl to get out the chains if you think you can't trust yourself to be behave properly."

"I won't do anything."

"Good boy. I don't think you'd like it too much if I had to put you over my knee in your current state."

"Iason," Riki said after a pause, "could I go into the city with Daryl and Katze?"

The Blondie considered this for a moment. Perhaps this was the perfect solution to the evening's potential awkwardness, relieving his pet from some of his torment. "As long as you are back with Daryl at 1:00, yes, pet, you may go."

Riki's excitement was so charming that Iason laughed softly, kissing him on the cheek. His pet kissed him back in the same manner. Then the Blondie put his hand behind his head and kissed him on the lips, slowly, gently, relishing his pet's responsiveness. In that kiss, master and pet came to a kind of understanding that nothing further would be said about what was about to happen that night. Riki somehow felt comforted, and a little less consumed about the approaching evening. Iason had been exceptionally gentle with him the entire day, addressing him as "love" on numerous occasions, which had been a comfort to him. The dark-haired mongrel had never gone out into Tanagura at night and was looking forward to it, exceedingly grateful to Daryl for inviting him along, and to Iason for letting him go.

Katze was the first to arrive that evening, a little before 8:00. Daryl greeted him at the door, grinning.

"What are you so happy about, love?" Katze asked, bending down to give him a little kiss.

"Iason says we can go out into the city," he whispered. "He says every day, from now on, I can do as I please from 8:00 to 1:00."

"Seriously?" A little surprised, Katze looked over at Iason, who noticed his arrival and beckoned to him.

"Katze. I need to talk to you."

"Riki's going with us tonight, I hope that's okay," Daryl said in a low voice.

"No problem." Katze sauntered toward the Blondie, glancing around the room at all the new objects in awe. "So you finally replaced your collection. This one's even better, I think."

"Yes. I'm quite pleased with it." Iason took a sip of his wine, gazing at Katze over the glass. "Katze. I'm allowing Riki to go with you tonight. I'm counting on you to watch over him."

"He's in safe hands," Katze answered, with comforting reassurance. "You know I'd sooner give my life than let anything happen to your pet."

Iason smiled, pleased with this answer. "You're armed?"

"Of course."

"I've increased your credit portfolio for all your expenses. I don't want Riki using his ID-no one is to know who he is."

"Understood. Don't worry-no one will recognize him in Tanagura, so if he doesn't give his scan or prints, there's no way anyone will know him. He doesn't look like a pet."

"Very well. Try to keep him…occupied. You can leave now-it's probably better, before Raoul arrives."

"Where is he?"

"Out on the balcony."

With a slight nod, Katze turned and went to retrieve the mongrel, who was sitting in his favorite spot on the ledge, smoking.

Seeing him, Riki smiled. "Want a smoke?"

"Dark Baccalias again, huh? Actually maybe we should get moving."

"I just lit this up. Come on, have one."

Katze hesitated only momentarily, accepting the proffered smoke with a grin. Daryl joined them on the balcony where the three of them conspired about the evening's plans.

"Neither of us know the city," Riki said. "So we're counting on you, Katze. Pick someplace good."

Katze took a deep drag, considering, then smiled. "I've got it. Serendipity. It's an open club with pet shows, including live pairings. Great music, too."

"Sounds fucking perfect to me," Riki said, grinning.

"What's an open club?" Daryl asked.

"A club without conduct restrictions-other than violence. You can jerk off or do whatever the hell you want, just as long as you pay the cover and then for your drinks and whatever else you purchase. You can buy time with pets, too. Or you can just go to watch and even pick who you want to see pair. No one cares what you do. As long as no one gets hurt."

"Yes, let's go!" Daryl grabbed hold of Katze, who put one arm around his neck possessively.

"Give me a kiss first," he demanded, and Riki couldn't resist watching initially as the two engaged in a long, deep kiss that betrayed their hunger for one another. He moved away to allow them some privacy though he desperately wanted to openly watch them.

"That was nice," Katze whispered, then, straightening up, "all right. Let's do it."

The three of them walked back inside the penthouse and headed for the door at the exact moment that Raoul arrived.

Daryl opened the door and the Blondie stepped in, his eyes meeting Riki's in a long stare, one that communicated triumph and contempt on the part of the Blondie and anger and hatred on the part of the mongrel. Raoul looked away first, searching out his prize. Iason was still sitting in his chair by the window, sipping a glass of wine.

"Iason," he said, with a slow smile.

"Come in, Raoul. Make yourself a drink."

Riki turned and looked back at his Blondie master one last time. Master and pet shared a moment of quiet understanding, then the dark-haired mongrel turned away, following Daryl and Katze out of the penthouse.

Katze walked with his arm around Daryl's shoulders and, glancing back at Riki and perceiving his sadness, put his arm around the mongrel's neck as well. "Now it's time for some real fun," he said, grinning.

This elicited a smile from Riki, who actually experienced an erotic charge when the beautiful man put his arm around him, his warmth and sexuality both drawing him in. No wonder Daryl was so infatuated with Katze. The man was irresistible.

They reached Serendipity in a matter of minutes, Daryl staring out the window of the car with childlike amazement at the sights and sounds of the city.

"You got any painkillers, Katze?" Riki asked.

Grinning, Katze popped open a cabinet that appeared to be nothing less than a pharmacy. "Tell me your problem, and I'll tell you what you need."

"My problem is my ass is fucking killing me."

Katze laughed. "Yes, word of your taming has spread fast. You quite terrified all the pets in Tanagura."

"It's not fucking funny," Riki grumbled.

"I'm sure it wasn't. My apologies. So…are you planning on drinking tonight?"

"Hell, yes."

"Then I can't give you anything more than an Opiate-3. Otherwise you'll be dead and then my ass will be dead for killing your ass."

"Anything's better than nothing."

Katze tossed him a bottle. "One. Just one. And don't tell Iason."

"Why the fuck would I tell Iason? It'd be like saying, please, master, discipline me some more!" Riki popped a pill and sighed, feeling better just knowing relief was on the way.

Daryl giggled. "So what were you doing last night, Riki? With Iason tied up like that?"

Katze grinned. "Tied up? Ooo. This sounds good."

The mongrel smiled mischievously. "Iason was my pet last night. I got to use the G-strap on him and then fuck him."

"Fucking liar." Katze shook his head.

"It's true! I brought him the G-strap," Daryl avowed.

"Holy shit."

"It was good, too," Riki said, grinning.

"Yeah? What's it like?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. He's so fucking amazing, he feels so good-he squeezes you, like he pumps you."

Now Katze and Daryl fell silent and Riki suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He took out his smokes, offering one to Katze, who accepted. "Wanna try one, Daryl?" He held out the pack to Daryl, who shook his head shyly.

"We're here," Katze said, taking a deep drag as he put the vehicle into park. "Riki. You're not to use your ID. I'm taking care of everything. Iason's orders."

Riki nodded. Daryl was staring out at the club, thrilled. Brightly colored lights advertised the club's existence, and the entrance was like a tunnel, with lots of spinning lights leading to the actual door of the club. He'd never seen anything like it. Riki, of course, had, but he was just as excited as Daryl. It had been over two years since he'd gone to an open club.

The three of them giggled like schoolboys as they walked through the tunnel, which, from the spinning lights, created the disorienting optical illusion that they were falling. They grabbed onto each other in mock terror, now laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.

"Wait `til you try to walk out of here when you're fucked up," Katze said.

The door to the club automatically opened at their approach, and they stepped into nothing less than a pet paradise. Throughout the club were raised platforms where pets were displayed, some standing, some dancing, some actively pairing with other pets. Some of them were obviously former class-A pets and very beautiful. A live band played in one corner, their style a dirty funk with a hint of slum darkness.

"Let's sit over there." Katze pointed out a deserted corner situated near a platform and they all sat down, immediately punching in their orders. The attendant soon arrived with their choices-bourbon for Katze, sake for Riki, and port wine for Daryl.

"So, what do you think, Daryl?" Katze asked.

"It's amazing. I can't believe I'm actually here." Daryl looked around, taking in the scene with disbelief. Everywhere people were copulating openly, some pairing up, others watching the pets perform.

"I say let's call a pair. What do you think?" Riki suggested.

"Sure…why don't you call it, Riki."

"Let's see," the mongrel said, perusing the various pets that were available. "How about those two, Z3080 and G3002?"

Katze nodded and Daryl smiled, shrugging, so Riki punched in the order. Within seconds the two pets were walking towards their platform; they were two young men, both of them beautiful with exceptionally smooth, silky skin. But for their jeweled collars, they were both already naked. One stood behind the other and began working him, stroking him slowly to bring him to arousal.

The dark-haired mongrel watched with delight, becoming quickly aroused. He unfastened his trousers and began stroking himself, at first unaware that Katze and Daryl were more interested in watching him than in the pets.

Katze reached under the table and held Daryl's hand, then began kissing Daryl's neck, causing him to close his eyes and shudder.

Now Riki was fully aroused, his erection rigid and demanding release. He turned and saw Katze and Daryl kissing and began watching them, unable to take his eyes off the ripples in Katze's arms as he stroked Daryl's hair and the seductive lines of Katze's throat. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back, starting to pump himself, actively fantasizing about Katze.

He opened them briefly and realized Katze was staring at him as Daryl was kissing his throat.

"See something you like?" he whispered.

Katze smiled, catching the reference to his own remark upon catching Riki leering in a similar manner.

"Why don't you come over here and suck me off then?" Riki teased.

"I would, but I'm spoken for," he answered, putting his arms around Daryl and drawing him close.

"Don't stop on my account," Daryl said, quietly.

"No?" Katze smiled.

"I mean seriously."

Katze stared at Daryl for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Riki, who grinned.

"You little pervert," he said softly, biting Daryl's neck. "You really wanna watch?"

"Ah!" Daryl cried out, as Katze sunk his teeth into his flesh. "Yes, I want to watch you…both of you."

"Kiss me first."

Riki watched the two of them kiss, his heart beginning to pound, his arousal now pushed to a new level. He couldn't believe what was about to happen, couldn't take his eyes off the intense intimacy displayed now before him. He parted his lips, panting softly.

"This is what I'd do to you," Katze whispered in Daryl's ear.

Then he turned his attention to the dark-haired mongrel with a devastatingly seductive look, his eyes glimmering, his lips curled in an experienced smile. Riki instinctively gasped as he moved towards him, knelt down and pushed his legs apart with dramatic firmness, pulling him suddenly to reposition him a little lower on the seat.

"Hell yes," Riki breathed, offering himself with a little thrust of his pelvis.

Katze slid his hand around his shaft, pressing the head up against his lips and then licking him slowly, his tongue flicking tantalizingly before tasting him more thoroughly, with confident, purposeful paths.

"That's good," Riki encouraged. A glance at Daryl told him that Katze's lover was enjoying the show, which helped him relax, even giving him a little thrill. He closed his eyes as Katze took him into his mouth, shivering from his exquisitely erotic embrace, and his unique style of sucking as he wiggled his tongue, his lips almost vibrating.

Riki let his fingers run through his hair, instinctively holding the sides of Katze's head as he pleasured him. He threw his head back, moaning. Two years of pent-up lust for the gorgeous underground leader of the Black Market now rose up within him, his arousal escalating beyond the point of return.

"I'm gonna come," he warned, breathing hard. "Oh, fuck. Oh…Katze." He felt his heart race as he realized Katze was going to swallow him. With a sudden moan, he thrust up into his mouth. "Fuck yes," he groaned, eyes rolling back with ecstasy, as he released his essence into the hot wetness of his mouth.

Letting his head fall back onto the back of the booth, he kept his eyes closed for a moment, trying to regain his senses. He looked down to see Katze smiling up at him. "That was fucking unbelievable."

"For me, as well," Katze answered. He turned to look at Daryl. "What about you, love?"

Daryl grinned. "Me like." Then, his expression changing a bit, "but if Iason ever finds out…."

"He won't. There's no one here but locals. No one even knows us."

"I don't fucking care if he finds out," Riki said. "Even if he does, it was worth it."

"Guess we paid for those pets for nothing," Katze commented, and they all laughed as they realized no one had even watched them pair. He got up and returned to Daryl's side, putting his arm around him and pulling him close, then whispering in his ear. "I love your perversions. I wanna love you tonight. Can I stay over?"

"Yes," Daryl said, simply, shivering with anticipation.

Riki smiled as Katze and Daryl began kissing again. The night out had done wonders for his mood, and at the moment, he was doing pretty well. He wasn't going to think about it…wasn't going to imagine what was going on at that very moment…wasn't going to torment himself with what was happening to Iason at the hands of Raoul. No, he wasn't thinking about it. He wasn't thinking about it at all.

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