Do you remember?

Barrie18, I don\'t know if you, at least, got my e-mail (I sent another one yesterday). On the other hand, to respond to your lovely review, you were right. About what ... you will see. :)



DTE, things get a little complicated, I hope you do not mind waiting.



Jishe, well, you\'re right, it was actually just one random encounter, so, my bad! But I\'m glad I made you laugh.



mistress0fyaoi, your comment was really flattering, thank you!







- I have a rather unusual request to make.

- Go on, my friend.

Raoul chuckled sadly, while straightening up a fold from the curtains, with absentminded gestures. Standing with his face turned allowed him to remain unread by Iason’s scrutinizing eyes.

- It has been a long time since you called me that.

- Time heals.

- Does it, really?

Something was disconcerting in Raoul’s behavior, which irked Iason to a great extent. He kept his gaze digging in Raoul’s back. Even to himself, the words did not ring true.

- You ex-Furniture, … Katze, would you mind lending him a little?

- Lend?

- Yes, for couple of hours, no more.

- What for?

Raoul turned with a weird smile on his face.

- I need to see him naked.

Iason’s eyes grew bigger and questioningly.

- I want to compare our standards of beauty with the results of Nature’s work.

- And you think Katze would help.

- It will allow me to create more beautiful pets.

- Katze is not a pet.

- I know. But his looks are lovely.

Iason laughed.

- I bet he would smirk at you calling him ‘lovely’. He may be beautiful, but his wits… well, he’s a tough individual.

- He is very loyal to you, isn’t he?

- Why does this matter?

- Because he will listen to you if you tell him to comply to my request.

- Have you already asked him?

- Yes, … and he seems to seek your approval.

Iason rose on his feet and came closer to the other Blondie. He grabbed gently Raoul’s shoulders, not missing the fleeting of pale eyelids and the repressed need of said shoulders to get away from the touch. It did hurt him.

- Are there any ulterior reasons, Raoul?

- No, what else could be?

Iason forced a smile and bent a little, letting his silky strands caress Raoul’s face. He whispered:

- The fact that he’s attractive?

- Iason. Green eyes bored into blue ice lakes. He is castrated. Otherwise, if you are into that kind of thing, it makes me wonder if you haven’t tried him yet, yourself.

Iason let go of Raoul’s shoulders, like they were suddenly stingily hot.

- No, of course not.

- Of course, Raoul added matter of factly. Then why would I? Your property – the accent put on the word made Iason raise one eyebrow – is safe with me, Iason.

- I did not suggest …

- You did.

Iason almost felt the need to bite his lips in frustration. Had Raoul always been that smart? “Maybe smarter than you”, but the thought was soon sent away. Luckily, he still had his ace up his sleeve.

- I’ll sent him to you.



Uncomfortable would have been a light word to describe how Katze was feeling while going towards Raoul’s penthouse. “Would it not have been more appropriate to summon me to his lab?” His throat was dry, but his palms was sweaty. As a measure of precaution, he had masturbated previously of his visit, so he would not feel any more embarrassed under Raoul’s hot gaze. Oh, what those eyes could do to him! And the lips … “What the fuck is wrong with you, Katze?” Rapidly, he began to play the last shipment’s numbers in his head, to cool down the raging in his blood, that seemed to have only one destination, his overused loins.



- Come in, Katze. Can I get you anything?

“That would be the silliest thing to ask a Furniture. Oh, look, there’s no one in sight.”, Katze pondered while looking around.

- No, thank you, Raoul.

Did his voice just sound like someone was strangling him?

- Should we just get down to business? Raoul asked affably.

Katze nodded.

- Then strip.

The order was simple, with no hidden connotation, so Katze felt a bit eased from the pressure. But there was a matter of missing parts, or, actually, not missing parts. How would Raoul react? Katze had planned to go mongrel style, and offer his body as payment for Raoul’s silence. Or had it been Riki’s silly idea? He tried to fake a still composure and undressed with calm and efficient moves, until he was stark naked in front of Raoul. He kept his hands up front, covering his nether parts, hoping to not succeed too much.

- I did not know Furniture to be so modest. Why are you covering yourself?

Raoul’s gaze was caressing Katze’s body from head to toes, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

- Would you mind if I remain like that?

- Not really, but I will need you to raise your arms, so I can inspect your anatomy better.

Katze closed his eyes, faking doom, and let his arms fell on the sides. Nothing happened. Confused, he blinked and he saw Raoul closing in the space between them and raising one gloved hand to caress him on the chest, down on the belly, and then cupping gently his working genitalia. Despite his efforts to stay calm, Katze groaned softly at the gentle handling, and his manhood stirred.

- So that was it, Raoul concluded, his voice equal and calm.

The caress stopped, and Katze felt suddenly cold, where it was warm before. He saw Raoul taking his place on the sofa, gathering his garments around his body. With a hint of amusement in his eyes, he startled Katze by saying, in a fake tone:

- Aaaah… And now I say …. What do I say, Katze?

Katze gulped for air, but managed to regain a little composure.

- That I should get dressed and take a hike.

- Go tell Iason that I found his gift to be exquisite, but I cannot possibly accept it.

The dealer felt his blood thumping in his ears. He dressed quickly, his face flustered, his cheeks on fire. The worst was that he could not choke back his tears. Raoul was checking on him with clear eyes.

- It’s nothing personal, Katze. Had you come to me on your own accord, I would have enjoyed you extremely.

“I don’t have ‘my own accord’, motherfucker!” But his lips stayed closed. Fully dressed, he bowed and turned. Before he reached the door, he heard Raoul saying:

- Don’t worry, I’ll reason with Iason, so you do not get punished.



Like a convict on Death Row, Katze dragged himself to Iason’s penthouse.



- I failed, Iason. His shoulders were slumped down in defeat.

- I know.

Katze felt like screaming. “What? How?” Iason was carding absently through his hair, not looking at his ex-Furniture. Riki was staring apologetically at him, though. The dealer would not have it, though. He wanted to smash something, and a face belonging to someone in the room seemed like a great idea on the spot.

- You may go. It was not your fault.

Iason closed his eyes, looking suddenly tired.



- We screwed up big time.

- I’ll have a talk with Raoul.

- Raoul? We made a mess out of Katze!

- Katze?

- Yes, Katze! He looked like doomed! I hope you’re not getting him back on that stupid vow!

- Why not?

- Iason, I cannot believe you some times! You like using your dick so much, so can you be such a … dick, when it comes to Katze?

- He didn’t get the job done.

- So what? It’s not his fault, you said it, and, plus, I bet that Raoul would fuck him if it weren’t for our stupid game!

- Riki, stop, my head is killing me. Raoul didn’t like Katze enough. We were wrong.

- No, you are wrong!

Iason raised his arms towards his pet.

- Come here, Riki.

The black haired cuddled in his lover’s arms.

- Please, let Katze have his fun!

- Alright, alright … he’s off the hook, are you satisfied? I guess you’re right, and we need … I need to mend things back how they were.