Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken Magnetism ❯ Chapter 2

"Unspoken Magnetism"

NC-17 Yaoi,D/s,Oral,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 found his pace quickening as he neared his condominium, and his heart began pounding a little faster. Now that he had begun taking Riki, he found that, rather than taming his lust, his intimacy with the beautiful dark-haired mongrel only fueled his desire even more. His sexual exploits with his pet were quickly becoming the thing he looked forward to most each day; he spent more time in bed now than he had when he was younger and he and Raoul had secretly pleasured each other in forbidden ways, something which they did not discuss now, but which remained a sexual undercurrent between them. He smiled when he thought of Raoul's jealousy when it came to Riki; Raoul was becoming increasingly agitated about Iason's mongrel pet. He wondered how Raoul would react if he knew exactly how much Riki pleased him.

As soon as he entered the dwelling, Daryl greeted him, bowing nervously. "Go sit until I call you, Daryl. We're not to be disturbed."

"Yes, Iason-sama," Daryl replied, his head bowed, retreating to his private room.

Riki did not even look up as Iason approached. Naked but for his chains, he had become accustomed to the scrutiny of his Blondie master, and, because he had recently been disciplined in a manner he did not care to repeat, now submitted to all Iason's demands without resistance, including sexual intimacy. He had learned from Daryl that pairing with a pet was atypical for Blondies, perhaps even forbidden. Though he didn't understand why Iason would choose to bed his own pet, there was something else that troubled him more. Riki found that, in spite of himself, he enjoyed being with Iason, a fact that confused and shamed him, and now, in the presence of his beautiful blonde master, aroused him. He tried to hide his quickly developing erection, feeling his face grow hot.

Iason noticed his pet's physical response to his approach and smiled, feeling his own surge of carnal agitation. He walked over to the bed and sat down. "It's customary to greet your master, Riki."

The perplexed look on Riki's face amused him, and he laughed.

"What do you want me to say" Riki demanded.

"It's of no importance. Come here."

Riki rose slowly and approached Iason, avoiding eye contact, and hanging his head, his chains dragging along the floor.

"There's no reason to be ashamed of your arousal," Iason whispered. "Sit here, next to me."

Riki obeyed, and sitting so close to Iason fueled his lust even more.

"Look at me, Riki."

He swallowed, then met Iason's eyes, blue eyes that seemed to pierce into his very soul. There was no denying his master's own desires and intentions. And he found that, he wanted it, whatever Iason had in mind, he welcomed it.

Iason leaned down and kissed his pet, a long, sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue tracing gentle circles in Riki's mouth, then exploring deeper. He relished in Riki's response as his beloved pet returned the kiss. He began stroking Riki's now fully erect organ, delighting in the twitches and moans of his pet. Leaving a trail of gentle kisses along his neck, he whispered in Riki's ear, "lie back on the bed."

Iason removed his clothing and then crawled toward Riki, whose eyes were shining with passion, his mouth slightly open. Iason now kissed him harder, running his hands up and down the mongrel's taut torso. He firmly took Riki's hands and placed them on his own body, and his pet began stroking him in return, at first out of obedience but then with escalating passion. The mongrel was now so aroused his erection was throbbing against his master's body. Iason began stroking his pet again, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from him.

"Iason," Riki whispered.

"Yes, my pet?"

Riki was silent, though his body began moving against Iason's hand, involuntarily thrusting.

Iason smiled. "Is there something you want, my Riki?" he said softly, and then, when Riki didn't reply, he leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to do...like how you did before."

"And then? How shall I take you?"

"Whatever you decide, Iason."

Such the obedient little pet, Iason observed. Riki's punishment had been hard on both of them, but there was no denying that ever since the day he was disciplined, there on that very bed, he had become remarkably obedient to Iason's will.

He knew, even before he took his pet into his mouth, that Riki would not last long. His urgency was so great that he began unconsciously thrusting inside Iason's mouth, which sent a thrill through the beautiful Blondie. "Iason," Riki moaned, and then he cried out, but his cry was choked off by the contraction of his muscles as he climaxed, a sound that was distinctively Riki. Iason drank of his pet and then moved up to lie next to him, enjoying the look of absolute bliss still lingering on his face. He bent down to impart a soft kiss, his blonde hair tickling Riki's face and causing his eyes to flutter and open.

"Now, my pet," he whispered, "I want you to do the same for me."

Riki's eyes widened slightly; this was the first time his master had made this request, and he had been privately wondering why Iason hadn't insisted on it earlier. He made as if to move but was stopped by Iason, who gently touched a finger to his lips.

"Kiss me," his master instructed, then lay back on the bed.

Riki moved on top Iason, kissing him slowly, the taste of himself giving him a small thrill. He marveled at the sexual appetites of this Blondie, who seemed to have been bred for pleasure. Although Iason was remarkably quiet in bed, there was no mistaking his utter enjoyment of all things sexual. His kiss now became more intense as he explored his master with his tongue, the magic of the pet ring now exciting a response from his own member.

Iason gently rested his hands on his shoulders, signaling his desire with a firm push. Riki obeyed, kissing Iason's chest and then sucking on each of his nipples, and then slowly moving further down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake along the Blondie's beautiful abdomen. His own heart was now pounding as he anticipated this more intimate encounter with his master, this Blondie who physically was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Iason was fully erect, his size astonishing to the dark-haired mongrel from the slums. No wonder Iason's initial entry caused him so much pain. He slid his hand around the shaft, then touched his tongue tentatively to the head, almost afraid to taste him.

Iason rested a hand on Riki's head, playing with his hair as his pet began to explore him. The wet warmth of the mongrel's mouth was deliciously stimulating, sending shivers of pleasure up his back. There was no mistaking that his pet had some experience in the art of pleasuring, and though he did not care to dwell on the details of that, Iason was appreciative of Riki's abilities. Certainly, he would not have minded--perhaps would even have relished--teaching his pet how to pleasure him, but at the moment he was rather grateful for the mongel's considerable skill.

He raised up onto his elbows to watch Riki, and was tempted to allow him to continue to orgasm. But he had other things in mind, and he reached for the vial sitting on the bedside table.

Riki immediately noticed his master's movement, and involuntarily began trembling.

"Now, pet, come up here and lie next to me."

Riki obeyed, and Iason saw by the look on his face he was troubled about something.

"What is it, Riki?"

"Did you not...didn't you enjoy that?" Riki asked.

Iason laughed. "Are you only worried about that?" then, leaning closer, he whispered, "yes, you were very good."

"Then why--" Riki began, eyeing the vial.

"It is just my preference to be inside you," he answered, and took hold of Riki's hand, poured from the vial into it, and then directed him to his throbbing organ. Riki lubricated his master, while Iason covered his own finger with the pleasure oil and slowly inserted it into his pet's tight portal. Riki was now visibly shaking.

"What, are you afraid?"

"No," Riki shot back, his eyes flashing in the characteristic way of the mongrel that Iason hadn't seen for awhile.

He smiled, then kissed his pet's forehead. "Then, lie facedown on the bed."

Riki froze for a moment. The last time he had heard those words...but he shook off the memory and rolled onto his stomach.

The mongrel's beautiful backside still showed fading remnants of his whipping, and Iason found that, for some inexplicable reason, this elicited a surge of carnal excitation. He continued stimulating his pet with his finger, sliding it in and out and wiggling it in an attempt to prepare him for his entry. Riki was remarkably tight, a fact which was of great pleasure to Iason but which made penetration, at least initially, a source of considerable pain for his pet. Pleasuring Riki first helped him relax, but it was not enough to preclude discomfort on entry.

Iason now moved, preparing to mount his mongrel pet. But suddenly Riki, panicking, turned and attempted to escape. Surprised, even amused, Iason easily restrained his pet by flipping him back on his stomach and lying on top of him.

"Do I need to discipline you again?" he whispered teasingly into his ear. "Shall I get the whip?"

"No," Riki choked back, his voice wavering. "Iason, help me."

Iason chuckled softly at his pet's bizarre request. "Help you...protect you from me?"

Riki was silent, realizing the foolishness of his words.

"I'll be gentle, my pet."

"No," the mongrel said, weakly.

"Riki," he said sternly. "Obey me. Or I will get the whip."

His pet immediately wiggled into position, spreading his legs to invite entry, and Iason couldn't suppress a smile. He had no intention of disciplining Riki again--unless his pet truly deserved it--but he was discovering that his threat to do so was quite effective in eliciting obedience.

He pushed the mongrel's legs further apart, spreading him to reveal his inviting portal. Then, very slowly and gently, he began entering, pausing when Riki's cry informed him of his pet's discomfort. He waited for the muscles to relax before he pushed in a little further; only the tip was in, and he now had an extraordinary urge to plunge deeply, but he knew this would be too much for his pet. Advancing slowly in this manner, he was able to keep Riki's pain at a tolerable level, until finally he was fully inside him. For a few moments he just remained thus, lying there, allowing his pet to adjust to him. A sigh that escaped Riki's lips told him that he had moved from pain to pleasure.

"How does it feel now?" he whispered into Riki's ear. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes," Riki admitted.

"And this?" Iason began slowly thrusting inside him, while taking his pet's earlobe gently between his teeth.

Riki's reply was a series of gasps.

Iason began kissing the side of Riki's throat, the place he knew stimulated his pet most. He was delighting in the tightness of his pet and became more free with his movements, sliding his hands under Riki's hips and pulling him up to meet his thrusts more deeply. Riki initiated some slight backward thrusts of his own, propelling Iason to a new level of lust. He became aware of the fact that Riki was stimulating himself. Then he was taking his pet with abandon, plunging into him fully, almost violently. Riki tensed up beneath him as he reached orgasm with his characteristic gasps, his muscles contracting his already tight embrace, sending Iason into his final stretch. Then, he was there, the moment of agonizing pleasure, his complete release into the body of his prostate pet, whose reception had gone so sweetly from resistance to provocation to complicit participation.

For some time he lay on his pet, who bore the full weight of his master's body without complaint. Then, rolling off to one side, he looked down at Riki, whose eyes remained closed. He had experienced few sexual encounters anything close to what he had just shared with his mongrel pet, a fact that admittedly disturbed him a little. What was it about this black-haired mongrel from the slums that so appealed to him? With a finger, he traced a trail from Riki's jaw down his throat.

Riki's eyes fluttered open, suddenly filled with dark rebellion.

"So are we done then?" he asked unceremoniously.

Iason smiled. "What? Are you trying to say that gave you no pleasure? I think we both know otherwise."

"When are you going to take these chains off already?" he demanded.

"When I'm ready."

Riki sulked at this and Iason laughed softly. "Do you really think I'd let you go free after you disobeyed me just now?"

"But I--" Riki began, then faltered.

"Be a good pet, Riki, and you'll find I'll treat you very well. You belong to Iason Mink. My pet will have nothing but the best and will be treated like no other pet. Once you are ready, I'll make that fact known to the world."

Master and pet then gazed at one another silently, each guessing at the thoughts of the other, each puzzling over the intensity of this unlikely relationship that seemed to compel them toward each other, this unspoken magnetism that drew one to the other, each day more closely together than the previous one. They both wondered where it would take them next.

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