Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Winds of Tanagura ❯ Chapter 5

"The Winds of Tanagura"

NC-17, Yaoi,BDSM,D/s,Oral,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.***

Once again Riki was sitting on the balcony when Iason arrived; this had become a favorite spot for his pet, who always seemed to be looking off in the distance, toward the slums where the Blondie had first encountered him. The slight movement of his head told Iason he was aware of his approach.

"Don't tell me you've been out here this whole time."

"There's nothing else to do in this shithole," he answered, tossing a finished smoke over the ledge.

Iason put his arms around his pet from behind, reaching down between his legs to awaken his manhood with a suggestive caress. "Nothing?" he asked softly.

"You...are a fucking bastard," Riki gasped.

"Is that so?" Iason smiled, bending down to kiss him on the neck. He had now grown more accustomed to Riki's mongrel-like insults and remarks, and mostly tolerated the verbal abuse from his pet without reprisal. Now that he and Riki had become intimate, Iason knew another side to his pet, one that spoke more inviting words to his master, the language of desire and pleasure, telling him what the proud mongrel from the slums could never say. The Blondie had made a discovery of sorts: Riki used harsh language to shield his true feelings.

Iason concentrated on the place along the side of Riki's neck that he knew the mongrel couldn't resist; within seconds, the gasps of his pet informed him he hadn't missed his mark. Moving up to his ear, the Blondie whispered "tell me what you want, my pet."

"I want...I want," Riki breathed. "Oh...."

The Blondie nibbled on his pet's earlobe, then flicked a tongue into his ear.

"Ah!" Riki cried out. He let his head fall back against Iason, surrendering to the enticing sensations offered by his Blondie master. "I want your mouth."

Iason leaned close to his face, smiling. "Do you mean you want a kiss?"

"Y-yes." Riki blushed, ashamed that he wanted him so much. He wanted his mouth other places, too, but yet couldn't bring himself to ask. It had been this way from the very beginning, the disconcertingly provocative sexuality of Iason Mink that aroused him in ways no one else had, or probably ever could.

Iason tilted his head back, and began gently exploring his mouth in languid paths, relishing his pet's responsiveness. He reached down again and found that Riki was now fully aroused, his erection twitching in his hand. It was always this way with the black-haired mongrel--easily stimulated, and easily satisfied. Iason knew he could reach completion within minutes without the restriction of the pet ring, but he wanted it to last longer, so he teased his pet with a few sensual strokes and then released him.

"Come, Riki," he said, walking back towards the apartment. Riki followed him inside, unable to stop his heart from pounding, or keep his eyes from taking in the graceful form of the Blondie who walked before him, his long blonde hair twisting softly in the breeze as he moved. He found he longed to run his hands through that hair, to bury his face in it, and then felt angry with himself for wishing it. Once in the bedroom, Iason turned and looked at him, and seemed to guess his thoughts, as always, for the knowing smile appeared, taunting him.

"Your eyes betray you," he whispered. "You're quite ready for me, isn't that so?"

"Hmph," Riki snorted, tossing his head to the side. "You...must live in a fantasyland of perversion, if you think I enjoy this."

Iason laughed softly. "So, now you play the coy virgin, being forced to engage in undesirable acts? Weren't you the one who offered your body up for sex first, in true mongrel form?"

"Only to repay you, not because I wanted it...or...enjoyed it." Riki swallowed, remembering vividly how much he had enjoyed it, much to his own mortification.

"Is that so? Then your body thought otherwise, if I recall...or am I mistaken that you released your lust almost the moment I touched you?" Now Iason pushed him against the wall, pinning his arms above his head with one hand. "Now do you remember?" he whispered.

Riki closed his eyes, reliving the embarrassment of ejaculating from the mere touch of the Blondie. He had been naked, standing against the wall while Iason, fully dressed, had pinned his hands above his head with his own gloved hand, in this same way. His intense scrutiny had been enough to arouse him completely, and when Iason finally ran a hand down his torso to his hip, and pushed aside his knee with his own, he had been unable to contain himself.

Iason leaned over and began kissing his neck, tormenting him with his tongue and gentle nibbles. He was determined to make his pet ask for what he wanted. Riki moaned, desperate to take matters to a more intimate level, but too stubborn to ask. He gasped as his Blondie master slid up against him in an erotic motion designed to inform him of his readiness. Finally he could bear it no more.

"Iason...please..."

"Please what?" Iason said softly. Now he pressed up against him more firmly, capturing his mouth in a delicately provocative kiss. "Tell me, Riki," he said, breaking away. "Ask me."

"Please...what I really want...is for you to stop."

For a moment, the Blondie did stop, stabbed with an unexpected infusion of hurt and anger. The look in Riki's eyes was now full of dark hatred, all traces of his former lust gone. Releasing his hands and lifting the mongrel up in one easy motion, he tossed his pet on the bed roughly, then stood with his hands on his hips.

"Get undressed," he said, darkly, unable to hide his irritation.

"Fuck you!"

"Then...," Iason put his hands on the bed and leaned close to him, "I'll just have to rip them off you."

Which he proceeded to do, with Riki struggling against him the entire time, pounding at him with his fists furiously.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" he screamed. "I'm not your plaything!"

Iason laughed at his attempts to thwart his design, pinning his wrists easily to the mattress and lying on the mongrel until, finally, he ceased struggling.

"Ready to cooperate?"

Riki made no answer, turning his head away.

Iason released him and got up. He took off his gloves, his eyes taking in the beautiful body of the dark-haired, dark-eyed mongrel sprawled on the bed. His pet's arousal was incontrovertible, and yet he refused to welcome Iason's advances, much to his complete mystification. And earlier, had his pet not asked him for a kiss? He couldn't untangle Riki's reasoning process, or understand why tonight he was suddenly was so elusively rebellious.

But...as for his own needs, they were mounting rapidly. He required release, and his desire had only increased from his struggles with Riki. He unfastened his trouser flap for easy access, and revealed his arousal to his watching pet.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," he ordered.


Riki ignored this request, turning his head away.

Iason reached over and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him to the edge of the bed and positioning him there, then pulling his head back.

"Obey me, pet, or I'll chain you up and whip you," he threatened, the harsh tone of his voice making the validity of his threat certain.

Riki inhaled in a way that betrayed his anxiety on this point, yet persisted in his resistance.

"Look at me."

His pet's eyes met his, still shining with defiance, but the hatred Iason had noted earlier was gone, now replaced by fear. This odd shifting combination of defiance and fear--he now looked more like the proud mongrel he had first encountered in the slums.

"Pleasure me, pet," he whispered, guiding Riki's head toward his throbbing organ.

But Riki kept his mouth pressed closed, trying to turn his head away.

Frustrated, Iason pulled his head back and struck his pet across the face, hard. "Obey me!"

Riki gasped in surprise, a little stunned, his cheek burning furiously. He blinked at Iason, who raised his hand to strike him again, then moved forward to swirl his tongue around the tip of his master's engorged member, reaching up to grasp the shaft in his hand.

"Good boy," Iason breathed. "Yes. Just like that.'

For some moments he relished his pet's submission and excruciatingly sweet technique, enjoying the warm wetness of the mongrel's mouth, and the gentle strokes of his hand. Then he took hold of Riki's head with both hands and began thrusting purposefully. His pet relaxed his throat and allowed his master to take him fully in the mouth, now unable to resist stroking himself and desperate for release, though too proud to admit it to his Blondie master.

Iason closed his eyes and threw his head back, delighting in the ecstasy of his pet's more willing reception. He had been planning to take Riki another way, but now he was strongly tempted to release in his mouth. His need was rising, his lust surging, and Riki's tongue began twitching against him in a deliberately erotic way as he moved. It was too much, too perfect, too delicious to resist. With unparalleled blissful intensity, he felt his sexuality burst beyond his control, releasing in rhythmic waves of pleasure while he floated behind, suspended in its heavenly wake. Though he had actually not made a sound, his mouth had opened, and for the first time Riki noticed his master trembling.

As he pulled out, their eyes met, master and pet, and some sort of understanding was written there that made any additional discussion of Riki's disobedience unnecessary.

Iason noted Riki's erection and furtively retreating hand with a smile. "Now pet," he said. "I am going to pleasure you."

Relieved that he didn't have to humiliate himself by asking for it, and now completely desperate for it, Riki immediately squirmed back on the bed, spreading his legs and waiting with a pounding heart for his master's skillful pleasuring arts. Iason smiled at his obvious readiness, moving on top of him, erotically teasing his mouth with his tongue, then advancing to his neck, and chest, and all the way down his abdomen. Riki was beside himself with lust, rocking his pelvis in tiny anxious thrusts. He wanted Iason desperately, loved his every move, his every touch, longed to release himself in his Blondie master's wet embrace, and this was driving him mad with guilt. When he thought of Guy, and how much more he desired his new Blondie master than his old pairing partner from the slums, he felt like scum. And yet--he raised his head as Iason took hold of him and began stimulating him beautifully with his tongue--he couldn't deny that he was immensely attracted to Iason. His exquisitely perfect, chiseled features, his formidably sensual intellect, and impossibly lovely long blonde hair, his confident, gentle touch, all these things taunted him. Unable to resist, he reached out and took hold of Iason's hair, letting its silkiness run through his fingers. Iason looked up at him with his pristine blue eyes as he took him in his mouth, a seductive gaze that sent his heart racing. He dropped his head back on the bed with a slight moan, covering his eyes with one arm, as though he were hiding from that which he knew was the truth, but couldn't bear to face. "Iason," he whispered.

Moments later, he cried out in utter ecstasy as his Blondie master took him across a threshold to a place he had never been before, a level of pleasure he hadn't known existed, that no one--not even Guy--had been able to show him before. "Fuck yes," he cried, then struggled to retain his composure as tears welled up in his eyes. Then, he found himself sobbing, unable to stop himself. Then Iason was holding him, his gentle hands stroking his hair.

"What is it, pet?" he asked softly.

But Riki only buried his face in his master's chest with a defeated, anguished moan.

Iason wondered at Riki's sudden breakdown, trying to understand the mind of this strange mongrel, whose moods changed so easily from one moment to the next, seemingly shifting without reason or destination, like the winds that blew across Tanagura.

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