Do you remember?

He, he, barrie18, like usual, you keep planting interesting ideas in my head. You\'re right about Iason, but what can be said? He is truly a sex charged Blondie. :)) Your words.



Jishe, darling, you made me laugh so hard. Yes, I\'m Jupiter!!! :)) That was too much. Unfortunately, I can\'t draw either, and Spanish - let\'s say that I get a thing or two (as Romanian, my mother tongue, has the same Latin roots), but that\'s all, unfortunately. I wish I could draw, yes I wish. (Beautiful boys, of course!)



DTE, I hope you will enjoy the new chapter.



Everybody, thank you for reading!











Iason’s heart beat faster when he reached for the door. There he was, his lover, dressed in the same clothes as before, smiling at him widely, so happy to see him. The Blondie did not let Daryl get the door and he was there first, surprising Riki. The mongrel just rushed into his master’s arms, tugging at expensive clothes, letting his tears dry on Iason’s shirt.

- I missed you so much!

He wasn’t angry; he felt so much happiness that he wanted to stay like that forever. Iason had other plans and reached for Riki’s chin to lift it up. It was the only way to reach for that coveted mouth, to claim it once again as his. Daryl didn’t leave the comfortable shadow, happy to see the couple back together again. He drew a sigh of content and retreated to the kitchen, to cook. He was sure the couple would need to replenish their forces once they consumed their passion. And he was right to think so.



Iason took Riki to the floor with him. He let the mongrel straddle him, and hungrily, between kisses, undressed the beautiful torso and let deft hands uncover his upper body. Once the mongrel was partially naked, Iason allowed himself to touch the dark skin, rigid nipples, hard only from his burning eyes. He caught Riki’s nape and dragged the boy towards him, to kiss him deeply. His tongue reached inside, searching for the familiar taste, resting a little just to revel in the re-found wet and warm comfort. He used the thumb of his right hand to dry the tears from Riki’s eyes. It was enough for the mongrel to reward his master with a rain of kisses on his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, reaching for the moist lips again. Iason moaned under Riki’s random ministrations and flipped him on his back, so he could rest again between muscular lean tighs.

- Please, Riki, get off these pants right now!

Iason’s plea was urgent, by no means a command issued by a Master’s lips, but a desperate request from a desperate lover. The boy obliged in matter of seconds and glued his naked body to Iason’s partially clothed form. It was a rare feeling, that he thoroughly enjoyed, to feel his skin brushed by the exquisite fabric of Iason’s clothing. It gave him an anticipatory feeling of what was to come, the next skin on skin contact, the burning passion leaving a trail of slickness, wetness, between them, when their bodies banged against one another, like in a parody of a fight. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment much, as Iason didn’t wish to stall. The Blondie let his turgid organ slide teasingly over the mongrel’s erection, enough to make a point. Riki raised his hips in compliance. There would be more time later for refined love making. For the moment, all they needed was this. Iason impaled himself in the willing body beneath him with growing desire and he let out a moan of satisfaction when he reached the wanted destination. Their love-making was intense and left them both panting on the floor. Riki watched tentatively Iason’s profile, while exhaling deeply. The words uttered by his lover meant the world to him:

- It’s good to have you back, Riki. I’ll never let you go.



They fooled around until the wee hours of the morning. Only an apologetic Riki rushed to the kitchen around midnight, to make sure that Daryl went to his quarters instead of dozing off waiting for them. Iason played with Riki’s dark bangs, trying to put some order into the pleasurable chaos.

- How was it?

- Mmmm … like heaven, Iason.

- I don’t mean us.

Riki turned to look into Iason’s eyes. Something dark was lurking there, threatening to reach the surface.

- Don’t spoil it, Iason, I just got back.

He sighed and let a hand travel over his tired eyes. Iason didn’t let the matter drop.

- How was he? Did you ever … compare us?

Angrily, Riki got up from the bed.

- There’s nothing to compare.

- So you say. But he fucked you. The thought of him impaled inside you …

- Iason! Please, shut up!

Tension was thick. Iason raised from the bed in one swift movement and grabbed Riki from behind. Despite the velocity of the gesture, the embrace was gentle. He inhaled Riki’s scent and whispered:

- I will never let you go. No one else will have you. If it wasn’t Raoul, they would be dead by now.

- We should talk about him.

- You are the one that doesn’t wish to talk.

- I have very little to say. I was his pet for a little while, but you two, Iason, you have been lovers. When he told me, this evening, I didn’t know what to think. So I believe that it is me who should worry about your past feelings towards him.

- I don’t remember anything from that time, Riki. I’m not in love with Raoul, I’m in love with you.

- But he loves you. Even the stuff he did to me… was because of you.

- Did you enjoy being with him?

- What do you want me to say? He’s a Blondie, he always takes what he wants.

Iason looked somewhat hurt upon hearing those words. Riki continued, a little more than pissed:

- You saw us together. If I had dared fight him, it would have been hell for me.

- But it wasn’t unpleasant, the accusatory voice dragged on.

- No, Iason, it wasn’t. I guess I learnt well how to please a Blondie.

The daring comment was welcomed with a short and stingy slap across the face. Riki touched his inflamed cheek in disbelief. Instead of responding in kind, he remarked sadly:

- So here we go again. Should I go chain myself to the wall, and stay there, until your jealousy dies on its feet?

- You cheated on me before.

- Yes. But now it is different.

Iason reached apologetically for Riki’s cheek, and caressed it.

- There’s no need for that. You are not a pet, not when there is just you and me. I just want you to know … that I will have a hard time trying to forget that he held you in his arms.

- He is your best friend. He loved you, he still does. You have to talk to him.

Iason sighed.

- In due time, Riki. I’ll try.

Tired of fighting, he embraced Riki again. Murmuring soft words in his beloved’s ears, he kissed the hurt cheek again and again. He didn’t want to lose again.



- So, Katze, what did you hear?

- Geez, Riki, you have absolutely no sense of self preservation, have you? Where’s Iason?

- He will be back soon. So, tell me, quickly!

- He does not go out much. He buries himself in work. He looks … not so well.

- Could you deliver him a message from me?

- Iason is going to kill me. Haven’t you learned?

- Yes, yes, whatever.

- Tell him that he should talk to Iason. And that I miss his friendship.

- And I’m supposed just to knock on his door and talk to him, just like that? He doesn’t even recall me. I was just a Furniture when he was visiting Iason and I was around. Any other foolish requests, Riki?

- Yes, one more. Give him this.

Riki grabbed gently Katze’s shoulders and placed a wet kiss on the dealer’s lips. The Black Market leader was looking perfectly stunned. The kiss was … nice, besides being unexpected. It has been a lifetime since someone did that to him. And since his Furniture duties had only included sucking off pets … but he didn’t want to think about that. He looked unfocused in Riki’s beautiful eyes. The mongrel had no idea what his kiss had done to the hardened dealer.

- Are you ok, Katze?

- Yes … I mean no. No way in hell I’d do that. Do you really think I have a death wish? They’ll have my neck for it.

- Raoul won’t do that, especially since it comes from me.

- Yeah, right.

- What are you two arguing about?

Iason’s voice had the gift to startle Katze. Luckily, Riki saved the day by rushing to Iason’s arms. The Blondie’s attention was drawned by a lithe body plastering over his and he failed to notice the uneasiness in his Furniture’s features.



Later, that night, in his lonely bed, Katze was tentatively touching his lips. He licked them, hoping to find something there, to no avail. And, under the night’s soothing blanket, he allowed himself to fantasize about having the guts to walk over to Raoul’s penthouse and casually deliver Riki’s message accompanied by a kiss. “Yeah, right, dream on, Katze. He’s a Blondie, and he didn’t remember you since you were serving under Iason’s wing.” He caressed his lips once more before drifting to sleep.