Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Spaces Between ❯ One-Shot

"The Spaces Between"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal,BDSM,D/s,Rim,Spank

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.***

Author's note: I've taken a liberty with the character of Katze in my stories in that Riki is aware of his status as Iason's old Furniture. I find it a little absurd that Riki wouldn't be well aware of this fact. In the anime, Riki doesn't make this discovery until his fourth year as a pet, when he is in the slums again as the leader of Bison before Iason summons him back to Eos. Please accept my apologies on taking this particular liberty.

Riki studied Daryl, puzzling over his transparently low spirits. He had been moping around all morning in a manner that wasn't typical for the usually nervous, anxious-to-please youth.

"Daryl," he said, finally. "Is something...wrong?"

"No, Sir Riki."

He sighed. "You're not going to start calling me Sir Riki again are you? Like I'm some kind of prince. I was so glad when you finally stopped doing that."

"Sorry. Riki. I just--want to show you the proper respect. That's my job, to serve you...and Master Iason."

"You can start out by telling me what's bugging you. Did I do something to piss you off?"

Daryl looked directly at Riki for the first time that day. "Oh, no! It's not you...not exactly. That is, it's just--well, you and Master Iason have--a special relationship. And sometimes I just feel a little...lonely."

"I get you," Riki said, after a pause. So, poor Daryl was hungry for intimacy. "What about Katze? He's," now he hesitated, trying to think of the best way to phrase it, "like you."

"Katze?" The look of hopefulness in his gray eyes was unmistakable. "Why did you mention him?"

"Because it's clear the guy has a thing for you, idiot." Riki grinned, giving him a little wink.

"Do you think so?"

"I wouldn't give you false hopes. Nah, I could see it when he was here the other day. He told you to call him--whenever," he said, emphasizing the last word to trigger Daryl's memory.

Daryl smiled. "I guess he did say that."

"So call him up already. I have no patience with people who don't take action."

Encouraged by Riki's prodding, Daryl made his way over to the communications center and placed a call, opting for full visual. When Katze's face flickered onto the screen, he froze for a moment.

Katze sighed. "What's he done now?"

"What? Oh! Nothing. Actually I just called...to talk to you."

"To me?" Katze felt his heart beat a little faster as he lit a smoke to hide his surprise.

"Yes. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come over sometime. Like tonight even."

Katze took a deep drag, then exhaled with a smile. "That'd be nice, Daryl," he said softly.

"It would?"

Riki motioned at him to keep the conversation going when Daryl froze again in disbelief over Katze's acceptance. "Of course, I'd have to ask Iason's permission first."

Katze nodded, seeming almost to dismiss this possible hitch. "What time should I come over?"

"If you don't hear from me, you can assume it's okay. So then come over at...seven?"

"See you then. Gotta go, there's more work coming in." With a slight wink, Katze cut the transmission, leaving Daryl to stare in amazement at the screen.

"He said yes. He winked at me."

"What did I tell you?" Riki smiled, happy for Daryl's conquest. He wondered what the two of them would do together--whether either of them had sexual thoughts--or if they just missed the closeness that comes with intimacy. A part of him wished he could watch them together, out of curiosity, and because he found Katze particularly attractive. He was exactly the sort of man he might have pursued, if things had been different for them both. He smiled. But Katze was no match for Iason, whose lethal combination of virility, grace, and intelligent sensuality brought him to his knees--literally. There was nothing Iason could request that he would not do, when it came to sex.

The rest of the day passed peacefully enough; Riki enjoyed a walk near the pavilion, then returned to find Daryl restlessly pacing the penthouse.

"Relax. It'll work out," Riki said, slapping Daryl so hard on his back he jumped, startled.

Riki laughed. "You need a drink."

Daryl nodded. "Perhaps that would be nice...later."

Iason arrived not long after, and his sigh told Riki that he'd had a tough day. He suspected it was because of Raoul, but he didn't want to bring it up.

"Want me to rub out your shoulders for you?" he asked, as Daryl rushed to bring him his wine.

Iason gave a little nod, smiling at his pet's new habit of helping him relax when he came home. "That would be heavenly."

He sat down in his chair with another sigh, and Riki moved behind him. Iason reached out and grabbed his wrist, leaning his head back. "Come here, love," he demanded, and Riki bent down and kissed him. "That's better," Iason smiled.

Then the dark-haired mongrel began rubbing out the tight muscles of his Blondie master, secretly relishing Iason's use of the word "love" when summoning him. Iason had now, on a few occasions, used this word, typically with a casualness that betrayed their intimacy, much to Riki's initial confusion, and now to his utter delight--though he would never admit it to Iason.

Daryl brought Iason his wine, then stood before him, hesitating.

"What is it, Daryl?"

"Master Iason, may I have your permission to have a guest--that is, Katze--here this evening?"

Iason seemed a little surprised at this request, sipping his wine slowly. Katze? "That would be fine, Daryl," he answered after a pause.

"Thank you, Sir." Daryl shot a glance at Riki, raising his eyebrows in a way that betrayed his excitement.

"Those two," Riki whispered, as Daryl moved out of earshot, "are perfect for each other."

"Hmmm?" Iason closed his eyes, enjoying his pet's therapeutic touch too much to care about Daryl and Katze.

"Does it feel good?"

"Oh yes."

"I've found a bad knot. Hold on--this might hurt a little but then it should feel good."

Iason winced, and then moaned as the knot was worked out, releasing tension held in his muscles the entire day. "It's amazing what you do...with your hands," he breathed.

Riki bent down to whisper seductively in Iason's ear. "Later I'll show you what else I can do with my hands."

Iason shuddered, partly from the thrill of Riki's whisper and partly from the content of his message. Between Riki's massage and his wine, the Blondie was starting to relax, feeling more like himself, the cares of the day starting to fade away.

"Come sit on my lap, now."

"Want me to get you some more wine, first?"

Iason looked at his near empty glass. "Yes, pet. That would be lovely."

Riki approached the bar just as Katze arrived. Daryl greeted him, his delight so transparent that Riki had to suppress a laugh. Katze wore a sleeveless mesh shirt that showed off his beautifully muscular arms and drew attention to his broad chest, his nipples visible through the mesh. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Even the long, jagged scar on his face didn't detract from his raw physical beauty. Having never seen him attired in such a revealing manner, Riki found that he was staring, much to his embarrassment when he realized Katze had caught him leering.

"See something you like?" Katze asked, grinning.

"I used to have a shirt...like that," he replied, rather lamely, feeling his face grow hot.

"I like it," Daryl said, pushing his finger through the mesh. "It's very...stretchy."

Riki and Katze exchanged looks that communicated their mutual fondness for Daryl's innocence and simplicity.

"Would you two like a drink? Bar's open."

"Got any cognac back there?"

"Only the best." Riki held up a bottle of Ambrosia.

Katze whistled. "Wow. That stuff costs a fortune."

Riki shrugged. "You know Iason. Everything's gotta be top of the line."

"Can't pass that up. Hit me. What about you, Daryl?"

"Sure. Hit me, too."

Riki smiled at the way Daryl copied Katze's conversational style, pouring them both some of the caramel-colored potion, then offering Katze one of his smokes.

"Dark Baccalias again? How can I possibly resist? It's just one pleasure after another," Katze said, accepting the smoke with a smile. He turned to Daryl, twirling the faggot between his fingers. "Where should we go?"

"Out onto the balcony, if you want to smoke."

Katze gave Riki a little wink and then followed Daryl outside.

Shivering a little from the puzzling realization that someone like Katze could still exude so much sexuality, Riki filled Iason's wine glass and then returned to the chair, finding Iason reading an Arts publication. "There's an Arts Exhibit coming to the Emporium, Riki. It's a good opportunity to make some purchases now that most of my collection has been...destroyed." He looked pointedly at Riki, who cringed a little under his stern gaze.

Iason pointed to his lap. "Sit."

Riki crawled onto his lap, feeling like a puppy about to be scolded.

"I'm going to the Exhibit, and I want you to go with me. Of course, as a pet you'll have to wear a collar and chains."

"What!" Riki cried.

The Blondie took hold of his chin. "Have you an idea as to the fortune you ruined with your tantrum? How many credits do you think that cost me?"

"I...don't know."

"I'll tell you, pet. Over 1,000,000."

Riki thought he would pass out. A sum that large...a million credits...surely it was impossible. Was Iason really that wealthy, that he could lose a million credits and seem only a little annoyed about it?

"Perhaps if you developed an appreciation for finer things, you would hesitate before you destroyed priceless works of art."

"I appreciate finer things," Riki protested. "Like Dark Baccalias."

The Blondie stared back at him, puzzled; then, realizing what his pet was referring to, broke out in a loud laugh.

"How is that funny?" Riki pouted.

"By finer things, I meant more than just good cigarettes, Riki. I mean art, music, culture. The things that make a society truly great, that elevate the human spirit."

Riki stared back at him for a moment, tempted to blurt out his true thoughts. Elevate the human spirit? What the fuck did that mean? "Whatever. Do I really have to go?"

"Yes. I want to show you off a bit. It's common practice to bring pets along."

"But--a collar?"

Iason laughed softly. "I'll have a special gold-plated collar and chain set made for you, so everyone will know you're no ordinary pet," he leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "so everyone will know you're the pet of Iason Mink." The Blondie secretly couldn't wait to take Riki out in chains, the thought of him displayed publicly in such submission giving him a carnal thrill.

"So I guess, flaunting how you keep half of society in chains helps elevate the human spirit of the other half," Riki said, coolly.

"Don't take that tone with me," Iason said sharply, with an ambiguous smile that made Riki unsure if he was teasing. "Or do you want another spanking?"

"No."

"No what?"

Riki looked away.

Iason grabbed his chin, turning his face firmly back to him. "Say it. No...?"

"No...Master."

With a smile of triumph, the Blondie released him. Riki sighed, then leaned against Iason, burying his face in his soft hair. The scent of his master's hair always triggered a sexual response, and he began nuzzling against him. Then he moved up, pulling his hair out of the way so he could access the Blondie's sensitive throat, kissing and nibbling him in the way he now knew Iason adored.

Iason's lips parted and he closed his eyes, moaning softly as his pet tantalized him with his tongue and lips, biting him gently every now and then with just the right amount of force.

Now indisputably aroused, Riki straddled him, undulating sensually against him as he moved to the other side of his throat. He could feel the Blondie's hands moving firmly down his body, reaching between his legs and spreading him suggestively. His heart racing, he moved up to Iason's ear.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

With a sharp intake of his breath, Iason opened his eyes and stood up, still holding his pet, who instinctively wrapped his legs around his Blondie master. In a few quick steps they were in Iason's bedroom, undressing, both themselves and each other, kissing fiercely all the while. Riki pushed Iason up against the wall and then dropped to his knees, feeling powerful with the knowledge of exactly how to pleasure Iason best.

Iason let his head fall back against the wall as Riki began stroking and licking him in all the right places, in exactly the right way. "That's it," he whispered, between labored breaths, as the mongrel began sucking and licking the tip of his engorged organ. When Riki inserted his fingers and started to thrust, he grabbed hold of his pet's hand, pulling him out urgently, almost violently.

"Get on the bed."

Riki smiled, thrilled with Iason's obvious arousal, then climbed onto the bed.

"Facedown!"

A little surprised at Iason's tone of voice, which sounded almost angry, the dark-haired mongrel shivered as he obeyed the Blondie's command.

Iason went to a set of drawers and opened one, removing some silk ties. Without a word, he grabbed Riki's wrist, tying it to the bedpost.

"What...are you doing?"

"Hush."

Iason moved to the other side of the bed, tying his right hand to the bedpost. Then he moved out of Riki's sight, and the mongrel waited, feeling excited and a little nervous, wondering what his master would do next.

"Spread your legs," Iason commanded.

Riki did so, shivering when the Blondie remained quiet. Then suddenly Iason was on top of him, kissing and biting his neck. He gasped, the weight and warmth of Iason's body unbearably erotic as the Blondie pressed himself teasingly against his portal without actually penetrating.

"You want me to fuck you?" Iason whispered.

The mongrel had never heard his Blondie master use such words before, and a tremendous shudder swept through his body. "Yes please," he said, swallowing.

Then, inexplicably, Iason moved away, and Riki tried to look behind him, perplexed.

Iason sat back on his heels, taking in his pet's vulnerable position with delight. Unable to resist, he brought his hand down, hard, on Riki's bare bottom with a loud spank.

Riki cried out, mostly from surprise, but also from pain, as his backside was quite sore from the previous day's punishment. Iason smacked him again, this time harder. "Why are you doing that?" he demanded.

"Because I choose to." Another spank.

Riki felt helpless, pulling against his wrist ties futilely. "That hurts," he complained.

"How about this?" Iason spanked him especially hard, eliciting a cry of pain mixed with anger.

"Dammit, Iason, fucking cut it out! Prick!"

"Oh," Iason breathed, "now you're really going to get it."

"No! Iason, please!"

The Blondie proceeded to give his pet a spanking that hurt so much on his already sore backside that it quickly elicited tears. "Please stop," Riki begged. "Please."

Once his pet began crying, Iason finally did stop, feeling a rush as Riki's body shook from his sobs. Then he lay on top of him again, licking his tears seductively. "Hush, pet. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Now I'll make it up to you."

Then he sat back on his heels again, lifting Riki's hips. "Get on your knees," he instructed. His pet obeyed, and Iason then pleasured him in the way he knew Riki liked it best, exploring his portal with his tongue.

The mongrel gasped and moaned, overcome with the pleasurable sensations that flooded his sensibilities. He instinctively tried to reach for himself and then realized his hands were tied. Frustrated, he yanked on the ties. "Touch me," he begged.

Iason complied, stroking him gently but firmly, as he continued to pleasure him with his mouth. Then he began stroking faster, taking him mercilessly toward his peak.

"Holy fucking Jupiter," Riki breathed, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes. Yes!" He moaned, and then cried out as he ejaculated, his essence spraying across his abdomen and chest, and dripping onto the bed below.

Repositioning his pet down on the bed, Iason lay on top of him for a few moments, allowing him time to fully enjoy his completion. Then, with shaking fingers, he found his entry, sinking into his prostrate pet, and then taking him, hard. Riki was intoxicatingly tight, as usual, so small compared Iason's massive size. No one else in the world felt this good, or so it seemed to the Blondie. Grabbing onto Riki's shoulders, Iason thrust as hard as he could, trying to get a little deeper, a bit further inside his beloved pet. He closed his eyes, overcome with pleasure. Riki felt so good...he was hot, and wet, and tight, and...

Iason was coming, and coming hard, his moans almost startling his pet, who had never heard his Blondie master make such sounds before.

"Oh, Riki," Iason whispered, collapsing onto him, then nuzzling against his cheek. "My pet."

After a few moments Riki began laughing softly. "You were in a kinky mood tonight, Iason. Tying me up and all. And," Riki smiled, "asking me if I wanted to be fucked."

Smiling, Iason got up and untied his pet.

"You were fucking awesome. I love it when you...when you lick me like that."

"I know you do, pet."

"The spanking was a little mean. I didn't even do anything."

"I already told you, I don't need a reason to spank you." Iason held out one of the ties, snapping in taut. "And I'll tie you up and spank you any time I like."

"You sadistic fuck."

Iason leaned close to Riki, smiling. "You like it. It's too late to pretend otherwise."

Riki gazed up at the beautiful Blondie, whose hair fell in golden trails across his body, his face so perfect, his eyes a stunning, sensual blue, and he realized at that moment, that despite all his efforts to resist such an outcome, he was falling in love with Iason, this Blondie who was master of his body, and now, his heart. "Kiss me," he whispered.

The Blondie complied, leaning down to impart a gentle kiss, one that spoke volumes as to the intimacy they had just shared, and the spaces that were closing between them. Riki pulled Iason down to him and they lay together, holding and caressing one another, and drinking one another in long, passionate kisses, the kind that are shared only by lovers.

Katze and Daryl were still on the balcony when the sounds of Iason and Riki's lovemaking first interrupted their conversation.

"Are they always like that?" Katze asked, shaking his head.

Daryl nodded. "You wouldn't believe it sometimes."

"I guess they're sexually compatible."

"It's more than that. I think," Daryl lowered his voice a little, "they love each other."

"Then the rumors are true." Katze turned his head, as though listening. "Was that Riki?"

"I think so."

"What the fuck is Iason doing to him?"

Daryl giggled. "You should have seen them last night."

"Oh yeah?" Katze leaned closer. "Details, Daryl."

"Well first, Raoul and Riki got into a fight. And then--"

"Woah! Back up! Raoul was over here?"

"Yes. I think he and Iason were having some sort of lover's spat."

"What? Are they on again?"

"I'm not exactly sure. But I got the impression Raoul might have taken him by force."

Katze nodded, lighting up another smoke. "I'd believe that. Wouldn't be the first time. Raoul was a mean fucker when it came to Iason."

"So Raoul came over, I guess to apologize, and I think he was ticked off because it was obvious Iason and Riki were in bed together. Anyway, he comes onto Iason, and all of a sudden Riki comes in, kicks him in the stomach, and starts pounding him with his fists. Then Raoul punches him across the face, and Iason calls security and pulls a laser on Raoul."

"Holy shit!"

"Raoul gets escorted out. And then Iason finds out Riki is jealous because of Raoul. So after that...Riki asks Iason to show him..." Daryl hesitated.

"Show him...what?"

"Exactly how best to pleasure him," he finished.

Katze took a deep drag. "And did he?"

"Yes."

He leaned closer to Daryl. "And did you watch?"

"Maybe," Daryl said, smiling.

"You pervert," Katze grinned. "So tell me, what does Iason like?"

"He likes...he likes to be kissed along his throat."

"Show me."

"Huh?" Daryl blinked, uncertain of his meaning.

Katze pointed to his throat. "Do it to me."

Daryl fell silent, staring at him blankly.

"What. Are you afraid?" Katze smiled in a comforting way. "I don't bite...at least not hard."

Tentatively, Daryl moved forward, reaching up to kiss his exposed throat, letting his tongue flick gently over the skin. He felt Katze's arms around him as he continued to explore, encouraged when Katze let his head fall back.

"I can see why Iason likes this," Katze whispered. Still with his arms around Daryl, he pulled him a little closer. "Want me to show you?"

"Yes please." Daryl closed his eyes as Katze bent down and began kissing and gently biting his neck, then dragging his tongue in little swirls up to his ear, and sucking on his lobe. Shivering, Daryl opened his eyes, looking at Katze with wonder. "That felt really good."

"I know something else that feels good." Katze tossed his smoke aside, took hold of Daryl's chin, then bent down and kissed him, exploring him gently with his tongue. They kissed for a long time, both of them marveling over the pleasure it gave them. "I've really missed that," he said, finally. "Haven't you?"

"That...was my first kiss." A little hesitantly, Daryl looked up into Katze's eyes.

Katze was startled. "Your first...you mean--"

"Yes. I was still a virgin."

"That should be a fucking crime," Katze said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Daryl." Then he leaned down, cradling Daryl's face between his hands and kissing him again, this time even more gently.

"The only sexual experience I've really had...is with Riki," Daryl confessed.

"With...Riki?"

He nodded. "Sometimes Iason makes me...do things to him."

"That pervert," Katze said, with a laugh.

"Katze? Have you ever...since--"

"No."

"If you want to...maybe we could just...lie together. We don't have to do anything."

Katze smiled. "If I want to? I definitely want to." He hooked a finger into Daryl's front pants pocket. "So...lead the way."

They went back into the penthouse, and as they passed Iason's bedroom, Katze put his arms around Daryl from behind. "Wait," he whispered. They could hear Riki's moans, their intensity betraying his imminent release, and then Katze squeezed Daryl tightly when Riki finally came, his cries sending shudders through them both. They continued on to Daryl's room, but as soon as they were inside, Katze saw that Daryl was crying.

"Hey," he whispered. "What's this?"

"You know what it is."

Katze gathered Daryl in his arms. "Come on now. You can't torment yourself like this. The things in life you can't do anything about, you just gotta let them go. And you can still feel pleasure. I'll show you."

"You will?"

"Yes. Right now." Katze bent down and kissed him again, running his hands slowly down his back, then moving under his shirt to touch his bare skin.

Daryl gasped at the warm touch of his hands on his back, wanting more, and wanting to touch Katze. He slid his hands up his chest, infatuated by his firm muscles.

"Take off your shirt," Katze whispered.

Hesitating, Daryl looked down, ashamed. "I have...scars."

Katze smiled, pointing to his face. "So do I. Now take off your shirt."

Daryl obeyed, and then Katze did likewise, and for a long time they just stood together thus, kissing and exploring one another. Daryl felt like he couldn't get enough of Katze, running his hands up and down his beautifully sculpted upper body. "You're like a god," he said softly.

Katze laughed. "Yeah that's me. I'm a total god." He ran his hands down Daryl's chest, sliding them across his abdomen to his waist. "You're beautiful, too." He tugged suggestively on his pants. "I want to see all of you."

"No!" Daryl pushed away. "I'm not ready. I can't!"

Katze gathered him up in his arms again. "Hey. It's okay. We don't have to, if you don't want to. But you don't have anything to be ashamed of around me, right? You're going to look normal to me."

Daryl nodded, eyes averted.

"Let's just lay down." Katze got on the bed, holding out his hand to Daryl, who lay down next to him, trembling. "Don't be scared, love." Katze pulled him close, stroking his hair.

Having never been addressed as "love" by anyone, Daryl felt, at that moment, the happiest he had ever felt in his life. And that night he learned, from Katze's loving caresses and kisses and gentle embrace, that intimacy, and love, are free for anyone who dares to claim them, that true intimacy comes not just from sexual prowess or the possession of a functioning organ, but from bridging the spaces between two people--all the torments, fears, and secret shame that keep people apart--and that, because he could love in this way, he was still a man after all.

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