The Other Side

Wow, it’s been way too long hasn’t it? I am so sorry for the really long wait. I’m in my last semester of college before I graduate and I’m moving right afterwards and looking for work so I’ve been swamped. I’ll try and get the next chapter out on time. Sorry again for the wait and I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Sheleeta
That’s a really interesting idea. It’s similar to how I have Iason learning the error of Jupiter’s ways by living along side Mongrels but I think there’s more to it than that with your idea. Don’t worry about Guy, he’ll be fine. ^_^

Mitsuhon
Thank you for the complements. I don’t mind you bring up spelling errors at all, it helps me grow. I’m glade you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you like this next one as well.

MikkiSenpai
I don’t know that Raoul and Guy can be helped through medication alone, though they defiantly do have issues. I am open to the idea of Raoul being topped, and I think it is a strong possibility. We’ll just have to see how things pan out. Iason and Riki may yet end up having some painful sex, though not due to burns. Iason is pushy and controlling and Riki is stubborn so its going to be a struggle for him, but I promise Iason will get some soon, he’s just gotta get Riki convinced first. This chapter has a lot of plot development, though it reveals nothing about who attacked Iason and why. This will be made clear at some point though, I promise. Katze is going to be brought into this soon, very soon in fact. And yes, “Princess” is the perfect nickname for Iason, we all know it. ~_^

Well here we go. Enjoy!
Ethereal

“What do you think they’ll do to use when they find out?” The unfamiliar voice tickled at Iason’s mind as he slowly pulled himself from sleep. Iason squinted against the hard light of the room. He was not in a cell anymore, of that he was certain. His body was also free of pain and he didn’t seem to have any injuries. Iason looked around the room he was in, discovering it to be heavily equipped with medical supplies. He guessed he was in some sort of infirmary, though he had no idea how he had gotten here or where Riki was for that matter.

“They’re not going to find out! If they did we’d be ruined, you know that. I can’t even think about what they’d do if they knew we had enslaved a Blondie!” This second voice drew Iason’s attention instantly. He could tell that both this voice and the first speaker’s voice had originated in the an adjoining room, and that neither speaker knew that they were being overheard.

“We did not enslave a Blondie we enslaved a Mongrel! How were we supposed to know any better? He has black hair and he was with Mongrels in there territory.” As the first one spoke Iason rose from the bed and made his way over to the partition that separated him from the other two in the room. He was thankful that he hadn’t been attached to any type of equipment, as his movement would surly have been heard. As it was he was able to get within sight of the two Vuzerians without them noticing him.

“Well the DNA tests say that he’s a Blondie.” The second one cut into the other’s speech. This one wore an outfit befitting a physician. The other one wore a medical uniform as well, but he seemed to be of a lower position than the first. “His performance in the arena confirms it as well.” The first said. “I swear I don’t know how those idiots that run that place didn’t realize it sooner.”

“Well we’re going to have to release him of course. There must be a reason why he was in the Mongrel’s territory. Maybe we can work something out.”

“There was a reason.” Iason said stepping fully into view and causing both men to gasp and step back.

“Sir, you should not be up and moving around yet!” The one who seemed to be in charge said. Iason raised an eyebrow.

“Are you implying that it is your place to tell me what I should and should not do?” Iason asked in a commanding voice.

“No, of course not sir.” The Vuzerian said hastily waving his hands in front of him. Iason could smell his fear and he would have smirked if he was in different company. “I was simply concerned for you health,” the fool said.

“You should be far more concerned for your own health. Do you know the penalty for wrongfully imprisoning a Blondie?” Iason kept his voice stern and his form ridged. In truth he knew that he would not bring the wrath of Jupiter down on them. Not because of any concern for them mind you, but because he did not want Jupiter to know he was alive. Not just yet anyhow.

“Please Sir, we had no way to know-“

“I asked for DNA tests to be done several times, and was denied. Still, I see your point and I do consider it. Because of this I will lessen your punishment.” Iason said steadily.

“Our punishment?” The man squeaked.

“Yes. First you will return my property to me.”

“Your property?”

“The Mongrel that was with me when I was in the arena.” Iason clarified. “And each of you shall receive a lash for any mark I find on him so I would suggest you return him in good repair.

“Of course Sir, right away.” The Vuzerian shot his companion a look and the little man scampered off to find Riki.

“Secondly you will provide me with transportation back to my own planet, and any other resources that I require.” Iason continued as the man nodded frantically. “Finally my contract with you is now void. You will return all of the Mongrel’s that you have procured to Midas and you will refrain from capturing any others.”

“What, but how are we supposed to find them all? There’s got to be thousands of them fighting in arenas by now.” The man practically moaned.

Iason raised an eyebrow, “would you prefer that I brought this matter to Jupiter than?”

The man paled ever more, if that was possible. “No! No Sir I will make certain that it is done. Is there anything else you require Sir?”

Iason nodded, “a room for now. Bring the Mongrel to me once he arrives. Until then I wish to be left alone.”

“Of course Sir. I will have a room prepared for you right away.” The Vuzerian fled from the room then, thankful to escape the Blondie’s wrath. Iason smiled smugly once the man was out of sight. Things seemed to be shaping up rather nicely now.

~~**~~
Katze was just getting ready for bed when his COM beeped, singling a call. The ex-furniture sighed and made his way over to it, yawning as he slumped down in his chair. His business had gone to hell since Iason’s abduction, and Katze’s own splitting headache wasn’t helping. Undoubtedly it was one of his business partners that was bothering him now. These damn vultures wouldn’t leave him alone, even at this time of night. Katze tapped the COM as he leaned down to get a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. “What the hell do you want now?” Katze asked as he looked up to see who the hell was bothering him now. The cigarette fell from between parted lips as his eyes feel upon none other than Iason Mink himself. The Mongrel gasped and sat back in his seat, his shoulders ridged. “Iason?” Katze stuttered in absolute shook. The Blondie looked quite different. He was blond no more but now sported onyx black hair. Still, this was defiantly Iason, and the Blondie didn’t look happy.

The damned Blondie raised an eyebrow giving Katze a pointed look. Katze gulped and quickly straightened in his seat. “Sir, what happened? Where are you? Everyone thinks you’re missing or dead.”

“I am aware of this.” Iason said evenly. “I will be coming in a few days Katze. I shall be staying with you, and I will require board.”

Katze’s eyes widened and he felt a shiver running down his spin at this news. “If that is what you want Sir, but wouldn’t you be more comfortable in a more suitable living area. I could have something arranged.”

“No,” Iason said quickly. “I require a high level of secrecy. As such is the case you may not tell anyone of this meeting, or that I am alive. I will be there soon, and I am not coming alone so be prepared. That is all you need to know for now, I will explain my needs more thoroughly when I arrive.” And with that the damned Blondie cut transmission.

“What the hell?” Kazte said as he stared at the screen, almost as if it had the answers to his question. “He’s been back in my life for less than ten minutes and it’s already going to hell.”

~~**~~

“Let me go you fucker!” Iason quickly ended his transmission as he heard the cry from the other side of the door. He was facing forward when his door opened to reveal a Vuzerian pushing Riki in front of him. Riki met Iason’s eyes before scanning around the room. “Well I see you made yourself comfortable.” Riki muttered as he allowed himself to be herded into the room.

The Vuzerian gave Iason a timid look. “Will there be anything else sir?” Iason shook his head in dismissal, a smile threatening to emerge at the corner of his lip as he watched the pouting Monrgel. The Vurerian left after that, and Iason was able to talk more freely.

“Are you damaged?” Iason asked as he stood and approached the other. Riki snorted and crossed his arms. His outward aperence didn’t reveal any of the burns that had covered his body, but that did not mean that his treatment had been adequate.

Riki snorted “I’ve been damaged since the day I was born.” Riki said in response. “Not that I give a shit. So what’s going to happen now? I mean now that they finally got it through their heads that you’re a Blondie what’s next?”

“I am returning home.” Iason answered as he eyed the emotion that was playing across Riki’s face. Did the Mongrel know how he broadcast his feelings for the world to see? Right now Iason could tell that the Mongrel was nervous.

“Oh, so you’re just going back to your old life now, is that it?” Riki asked, his dark eyes flashing with anger.

“That is not possible yet. I have contacted an employee of mine. I shall be residing with him. He will be able to keep my presence unknown, and I will have access to the information I need.”

Riki sighed and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s it than, this is where we part ways. Don’t see what you’d need me for seeing as how you’ve got this employee of yours handling everything now.”

“Not everything.” Iason interrupted as he drew closer to the Mongrel, causing Riki to back up. “I still have use for you Riki, unless you would prefer to remain here that is?”

Riki looked away, crossing his arms and getting that stubborn look on his face that always led to trouble. “I don’t know. That might be better than living with the guy that’s trying to bring my entire race down.”

Iason frowned, “if you must know your precious race is safe. I have dissolved the contract between Vuzeri and Tanagura.”

“Really,” Riki spat, “how the hell did you manage that?”

Iason narrowed his eyes, “it is a simple matter for one such as I. It was one of the conditions that I set forth if the Vuzerians did not want to face Jupiter’s wrath.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you to fit that into your schedule.” Riki said in a tone that ranked of sarcasm. He swept by Iason, flopping down in the Blondie’s bed. “I’ve had one hell of a week and I’m going to get some sleep now. Wake me when you’ve decided to stop being such a self-centered ass.”

Iason was once again left in a state of shock as the Mongrel settled down for his rest. That Riki dared to talk to him in such a manner still confounded Iason but more than that was the fact that Iason had done this for him and Riki showed no sign of gratitude. He had freed the Mongrels to make peace with Riki, and still the dark haired boy resisted him with all that he had. He had had enough of this. In a flash Iason was on the bed beside Riki, his hand gripping the Mongrel’s wrist.

Riki cried out as he was forcibly brought around to face the angry Blondie, his eyes wide. “What the hell Iason? Let me go!”

“No,” Iason said with deadly calm. “I am done with this Mongrel. I will not have you acting this way towards me any longer.”

“I can act however the hell I want!” Riki shouted out. He tried to wrench his wrist free but Iason would not allow it. He climbed over Riki, using his body to pin the smaller man to the bed.

“You fucking asshole!” Riki shouted as he struggled against the impossible strength of a Blondie. “Let me go!”

“I will do no such thing until you listen to me!” Iason said in a tone that left no room for argument. His angry reply caused Riki to freeze beneath him, his breath held between clenched teeth. Iason sighed and loosened his grip, though he did not get off of Riki. He stared into the other’s guarded eyes as he fought to find his center once more.

“I do not understand what it is you desire Riki.” Iason started again once he regained his composure. “I have freed all of the Mongrels and ensured that they will remain that way. I have treated you as an equal, despite the fact that my entire race would scoff at the idea. I have done everything I know of to earn your respect, and still you seem to want nothing to do with me.”

“So what if I want nothing to do with you? Why the hell would you care?” Riki said as he turned his head to the side, his eyes dancing with barely guarded emotion.

“I do care Riki.” Iason said with a sigh as he reached out and brushed a strand of loose dark hair along the mongrel’s cheekbone. “I never intended for this complication to happen. In the beginning I only wished to use you in order to gain information about my attackers. I never thought I would find myself enjoying your presence, nor the style of life that you live. I will not give that up now Riki, nor do I intend to let you go.”

“What if I want to go? What if I don’t want to stay with you?” Riki challenged though there was less bite in his voice than before.

Iason narrowed his eyes as he brought his face down until it hovered only inches above the Mongrel. “I am not giving you that option.” Iason said with bated breath. “However, I think I will convince you to stay with me.” Than Iason closed the gap between them, placing a fierce and heated kiss on the Mongrel’s lips. Riki gasped in surprise his mouth opening up and allowing Iason to deepen the kiss. Iason felt his body stir as he let instinct guide him. This was all new to him but it didn’t matter. It felt like he was made to do this, he wondered how he had waited this long. Riki was hot and solid beneath him, and so tense that he seemed like he would burst at any moment. Iason pulled back, not wanting to startle the creature into rebellion.

The Mongrel was still trapped under him, and Iason knew that he could just take what he wanted. The look in the others eyes is what stopped him, so guarded and unsure, but there was passion there, and longing. Iason released the Mongrel, moving beside him in the bed. Riki was his now, he would not be taken away again. Iason would wait until his Mongrel was ready. “I have made my feelings clear,” Iason said. “I will give you time, but for now we should rest.” Then Iason lay down beside the Mongrel as he had countless times before and prepared for sleep to overtake him. Little did he know that Riki was nowhere near understanding his feelings. The mongrel would be lying there throughout the night, lost in a turbulence of pain and confusion while Iason slept on feeling more at peace than he had in a long time.