Do you remember?

Barrie18, yeah, I\'d kind of love to kick a Blondie ass once in a while. Thank you for all your help!



DTE, he, he, as long as I\'m sending Raoul to jishe for comfort, I could send Katze to you as well.



Jishe, don\'t worry when you cannot post, I enjoy your reviews greatly.





- I think this is a stupid idea.

- Yes, me, as well.

- Shut up, you two! Fight!

Riki lifted both Raoul and Iason’s hands up and made the gloves tap against one another with a thump. For a while, the two Blondies assessed each other, moving in circles, without making any sign of being ready to attack. Riki moved his eye from one Elite to the other, trying to comprehend the situation for what it was worth. Could have he been wrong? He knew one thing for certain: in the slums, the men, when they had a fight, they really had a fight! It was true that, if sexual tension was in the air, sometimes, the matter was solved with a little fight between the sheets, but Iason had clearly said ‘no’. Why did these two males have to be different? Maybe they weren’t, he pondered, when he noticed Iason making a slight move. The next second, his punch, meant to make impact with Raoul’s jaw, was stopped by a precise hand, and right afterwards, Iason was on the floor, groaning, not seeing in time the trajectory Raoul’s other hand had taken. For Riki, it was clear who had the clear head in that fight.

- One strike! He shouted and helped Iason to get up.

The Blondie moved his head back and forth a little, then jumped up, fire in his eyes. Riki loved it, when Iason was worked up, but he knew it wouldn’t serve him here, in a fight against the fighting machine Raoul had proved to be. When Iason had Raoul in a grip, the second in command found it easy to release himself, turn on his heels, and make Iason meet the floor again.

- Two strikes! Riki announced in an equal tone.

“You could lose, you know?”, he had said to Iason before organizing the fight. An arogant smirk had been the only answer, so now, Riki felt kind of revenged, seeing Raoul to be such a notable adversary. He worriedly watched the succession of events, though. Angrily, Iason got off the floor, ripping off his gloves with his teeth, and threw them to the floor. Raoul followed, with unreadable eyes. And then, hell broke loose. The two blonder titans started fighting in a free for all type of game. Riki was thinking, as a cold chill ran down his spine, that he never saw anybody move so fast. “They are simply not humans!” And seeing a thin rivulet of blood pouring from Iason’s bottom lip made him shiver at the thought that, no matter how many punches they threw and got from one another, they seemed to barely feel any pain. But it made him smile a little in irony, imagining how the two would look, with bruised faces, afterwards, wining like children. It didn’t last long, though.

- Three strikes!

Riki hurried to Iason’s side and made him get up.

- Now shake hands!

The two Blondies obeyed, and the painful looks on their faces spoke volumes. But the tension was clearly gone, and Iason and Raoul embraced each other. It was a masculine embrace, with not a drop of sexual connotation, and Riki smiled a little happier now.



Katze was walking towards the room indicated by the establishment’s patron, with his heart beating. It was not exactly like he imagined, but he could not deny the happiness he had felt when Iason told him that Riki insisted he be let free of his virginity vow. He had to thank the little punk one day, for his big heart. He could bet that Riki would have invited Katze to a little one on one, if it had not been for Iason’s jealous nature. And he didn’t want to incur Iason’s wrath, even for Riki’s wonderful black eyes. “Well, no wine and roses, Katze, but it is still something. It’s not like you have the time right now to wait for the right one and fall in love. No, any warm body will do.”

He grabbed the knob and turned it slightly. A lithe, but masculine figure was sprawled on the bed. The light was faint, but the man there turned it more to see him, before Katze could protest. He tried to hide his scar, by moving his head to the side, but he was startled by the low, hoarse voice appraising him:

- Am I lucky or what tonight? What’s your pleasure, gorgeous?

Katze felt his knees buckling, and it was really crazy. After all, he was the head of the Black Market, and going to a whorehouse should not have been a big deal. The prostitute got up from the bed, all naked, but for a pair of tight shorts, more revealing than hiding what was underneath. He got closer to Katze, and the dealer noticed the clean straight chestnut hair cut just above the shoulders, and the sparkling blue eyes. Yes, the brothel’s boss had not crossed him. This one was beautiful, just the right mix of sweet and male beauty he had demanded. A hand caressed Katze’s hidden cheek, but the dealer caught it in its track.

- Let’s get it over with.

The whore let out a faked sigh.

- How you wish.

He get back on the bed, and undressed himself completely, kicking his shorts aside. He parted his legs suggestively, and began arching his back, then moving his hips, making Katze let out an appreciative moan.

- Come take me, the hoarse voice said, and Katze, although fully clothed, lay his body over the naked one, and bent over the man to close his lips on his.

The prostiture grabbed Katze’s head, and penetrated his mouth with a wicked tongue, teasing and denying, until Katze shifted because of the uneasiness building between his legs.

- You are so different. Why would a hottie like you go to the a whorehouse?

The low voice asked, and Katze just kissed deeper, not really wanting to give an answer. Long lean legs circled his body, and Katze began to hump the man through his clothes, until a deft hand made room between their bodies and unzipped his pants to take out the turgid organ. Katze moaned, honey pouring from the slit of his dick, and the hand used it as lubricant to make its movement easier, the up and down sliding a little more rewarding, preparing it for something hotter, softer… Katze grabbed the prostitute’s firm buttocks, and tried to position himself against the hot portal, ready for the best ride of his life. The prostitute moaned, and Katze, although dizzy from the sensual assault, thought that the man was not faking it. The engorged head began to push against the already prepared hole …. when Katze jumped upwards all of a sudden. The prostitute watched him in confusion, then he saw his client taking a comm out of his pants and letting a poker expression fall on his face.

- Yes? No, not exactly. I am in Midas, but I will be there in fifteen minutes.

Sighing, Katze pushed his still half hard organ in his pants and zipped them. The man on the bed watched him bewildered. Katze felt the need to explain.

- My boss. He wants me over, I cannot stay anymore.

The prostitute got up from the bed and came next to Katze, and gave him a wet kiss.

- That’s not very nice, you know.

- I will make sure you are paid in full, don’t worry.

- It’s not that. You’re beautiful, I would have loved having sex with you. Come back sometimes, when your boss doesn’t need you.

Katze nodded, but left the warm embrace behind. “Duty calls”, he said to himself through clenched teeth. Out of the room, he let out a groan of frustration, and hit hard the nearby wall with his fist.

- Fuck!

He startled the patron, that was standing just in front of him.

- Did he not please you, my lord?

- Oh, he did, he was very good, here is the money. I think I’ll come by to visit him again.

Did everyone want him to play cool all the time? He jumped behind the wheel, still frustrated, with a terrible itch, digging through the front of his pants.



- Ah, Katze, you were quite quick!

The red head bowed deeply, just to have enough time to wipe the last traces of anger from his face. Also, because he noticed Raoul was there, the last person on Amoi he wished to face, ever again. But he noticed that the two Blondies looked quite disheveled. “What the hell happened again?”

- I need you to drive Raoul home, he is a little … unfit for driving.

Katze remained with his head bowed. “Fuck, fuck, double fuck! Doesn’t he have a Furniture or something for that?” But he nodded curtly, not raising his eyes, and waited for Raoul to get up and walk towards him. He noticed, in the corner of his eyes, that the Elite was limping a little. He just had to call Riki later and ask what had happened. It had to be some juicy gossip, for sure. Iason was not looking peachy, either.

- Make sure he gets home safe.

“What the fuck? I’m baby sitting Blondies, now?”



Raoul just threw himself on the back of Katze’s car, sighing deeply. The red head didn’t utter a word, and almost threw the GPS at Raoul. He was so angry, and he had to keep it all in. He just hoped to have the strength to not do anything stupid. The Blondie entered his address, and elegantly passed the GPS back to the driver. Katze ignited the engine and let the machine guide him through the Tanagura maze.



- Do you have anything to drink here?

“Oh, yeah, mister I Have A Stick Up My Ass, this is just an upscale restaurant, and not my car!”

- No. Except for stout, but I don’t think you would…

- Where is it?

Raoul’s voice was as aristocrat as ever, and Katze felt like he was mocked. He gestured towards his stash, and then watched amazed how Raoul gulped down two bottles, one after the other, and then put the empty bottles back, making sure to put them straight up. “You will get so fucked up, Blondie!”, Katze could not help a smirk.

- Is there something funny … Katze?

The way Raoul said his name made the red head feel his hair standing on end. The voice was low and sexy, drooling out the words, as if wanting to lick Katze’s nape, who did not dare to turn.

- Nothing. That is a strong drink, that’s all. You will feel a little dizzy after a while.

- Ah.

That was the only answer.

- Who gave you this name?

Katze raised his shoulders.

- I don’t have a clue.

- They must have noticed your eyes.

Again that voice. What the fuck was it that the Blondie wanted with him? Oh, no, he would get back to that brothel and fuck that enticing warm whore within an inch of insanity, because Raoul was messing with his hormones on the spot, without touching him at all.

- The color, the shape …

Raoul seemed pretty drousy. He had his eyes closed.

- We’re here.

- Take me to my apartment…

“What the hell?”

- Why don’t you call your own Furniture? He could take care of you better than I could.

- He is not at home.

“Oh, great!”



With a sigh, Katze got out the vehicle, slammed the door shut, hoping to make himself clear. Then, faking politeness, he opened the back door, and helped Raoul out. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Raoul leaned on Katze’s shoulders, and let the red head lead him to the elevator, straightening up enough just to punch in his code. The red head could not escape the fragrance coming from Raoul’s body, mixed with stout, that made a particularly dangerous combination. Katze felt like he was drunk, although he had not put a drop of alcohol in his mouth the whole day. The sensations from earlier came back in full force. Katze tried to send them away. At least, if he had succeeded fucking that whore, he would not be feeling this way!



- Prepare me a bath.

- What?

Katze did not realize that, this time, he had just said it out loud.

- Why are you so surprised? You used to be a Furniture, right?

- Right, Katze admitted plainly.

Raoul motioned him to a door, indicating where the bath was. Katze did everything with perfect ease, as he was still good at doing Furniture tasks. It was, after all, what he was, in the eyes of this Elite, that had seen him completely naked, and had not seen him as anything more than a Furniture. Just a Furniture. He let the coat drop from his shoulders, and remained only in a tight black turtleneck and his pants. He didn’t realize someone was admiring his backside, until he heard some sort of a … whistle. When he turned, ready for a hard comment, green innocent eyes bored into his amber ones.

- I thought that was some kind of a sign of appreciation in the slums, Raoul said like this was some kind of experiment.

It was actually Katze that felt the need to whistle, when he saw Raoul in all his naked glory, walking towards him. The dealer bowed his head, pushing his eyes mentally back into his sockets, and swearing not to stare, especially at the elongated organ that dangled between marble legs, like a snake waiting to be raised from its sleepy state.

- Get your clothes off and bathe me.

Oh, no, that was simply too much!

- I’m sorry, Master Am, but I do not think I am the most appropriate person for this task. Tell me where I can find your Furniture, and I will summon him in short notice.

- No, I want you to wash me.

Why was Raoul sounding like an irritating spoilt child saying that? Katze undressed with brisk movements, swearing inwardly, and promising to himself to kill any erection he might develop while washing that perfect body. Kneeling by the bath tub, and without actually looking, he began washing Raoul’s chiseled torso and upper arms, efficiently, without wasting any unnecessary movements. He was taken aback by Raoul’s sudden movement of hips that brought up to the surface a fully erect organ.

- Look what I have here … Katze, … all because of you …

Katze withdrew his hands as if he was electrocuted. Raoul continued in the same hoarse voice.

- Having you there, naked, in front of me, and sending you back to Iason … that was a hard thing for me to do … Katze…

“Oh, yeah, it didn’t look that way!” Why did Raoul have to say his name in that strange arousing fashion?

- I spent my night thinking about how you would have writhed under me, howling… Then I realized… Do you know what I realized, Katze?

Katze remained in a kneeling position, with his fists on his knees, his eyes cast down.

- No. What?

- That you cannot howl … you mewl … I want to hear you mewling in my ear while I take you …

The red head felt like he could hardly breath. He got up and wanted to turn and leave, but Raoul caught him by his arm and pulled him in the bath tub, over his naked body. The Blondie let out a howl from his chest and buried his teeth in Katze’s neck, biting hard. It was all slickness between them, and Katze knew it would be hard to escape. After two bottles of stout, Raoul should have been out by now. But, instead of rising to get away from the embrace, Katze found himself rubbing against Raoul’s body, hopelessly. And, what was worse, when Raoul found his way between his legs, and impaled his virgin ass in his hard shaft, he mewled, while the Blondie encouraged him to vocalize his pleasure.

- Yes, Katze, let me hear you moan, baby …

The red head only drew more strange sounds, not caring anymore. It was the best he could do for the moment. His hormones took over his body, and he let himself be stretched to the limit, until tears flew down his cheeks. It hurt like hell, but a sweet spot inside was hit over and over again by Raoul’s engorged head, making contact between their bodies, sending electrical impulses up his spine, into his brain, taking over his sanity. It was all happening so fast, and he realized he was actually prepared, despite the non existant foreplay. The prostitute had taken more time to get Katze up and running, not that it was needed much. The water and soap slickness helped a lot, and Katze thought wildly that it was great that his first time was in a hot tub, because it made the pain bearable. Raoul’s eyes looked wild, his howls entangling with moans, and he pounded Katze’s ass without caring, letting himself be carried away by his desires. The red head laid helpless in his arms, letting his body be ravaged by hungry teeth, that Raoul did not spare using everywhere. The strange heat accumulating in Katze’s belly made the dealer shift his position a little, and that move made Raoul’s dick hit Katze’s prostrate so hard, that the dealer could not take it anymore and he let his semen flow out of his dick, no strings attached whatsoever. The sound escaped from bruised eaten lips made Raoul pick up the pace and the Blondie buried himself even more in the willing body, until there was no higher he could go, and he let his essense spend inside Katze’s tight channel of muscles. When he withdrew with a sound from the wasted body, he winced a little. Thinking that he knew when to take a hint, Katze withdrew as well and tried too quick to get up. Raoul caught him in his arms, and covered immediately his mouth with his lips, forgetting to bite this time.

- I knew you would mewl like that.

- Can I go now?

Raoul looked at him, somewhat irked by Katze’s question.

- I guess I am done with you.

He let the red head get of the tub, and watched him getting dry and dressing up, with a question in his eyes. Katze looked over at Raoul and remarked.

- I forgot to wash your hair.

- Don’t worry, I’ll do it myself.

- But …

- Oh, Katze, Katze, and Iason said you are as smart as they get. Didn’t you find it weird that you never see a Furniture in my house?

Actually he did, but he did not know what to make of it.

- I hire special services for cleaning and food, but I like my privacy.

Raoul also looked especially sober, too. And that was almost as weird as being a Blondie and not having a Furniture.

- You can go now. For now, I don’t need you anymore. I’ll call you.

It was so strange to be thrown out the door like that, that Katze wondered what the Blondie was really thinking. Raoul looked directly at him:

- You want to leave, leave. I won’t keep you.

So Katze left, without a word, his heart a swirl of emotions, his only proof that something amazing had just happened to him being just his sore ass. Raoul stared for a while at the door that had just closed behind the sexy red head.

- I knew you would be a handful, Katze.



- So?

- So what?

- You know well what I mean.

- Oh.

- Raoul, don’t be like that!

- Like what?

- Did you…?

- Fuck?

- Yes.

- A gentleman never tells.

The two Blondie friends were sharing a quiet afternoon, indulging in sweet wine, on the sofa.

- C’mon, Raoul.

- Stop pestering me, Iason.

But a small smile was quickly forming in the corner of the green-eyed beauty’s lips, and Iason nudged his ribs playfully. He smiled back at Raoul, and he made a small howling sound. Raoul laughed at an old memory and he howled, too.



Riki got into the living room only to hear Iason and Raoul howling like dogs, while sitting on the sofa, with their heads thrown on their backs, and he felt his hair stand on end at the sounds emitting by those elegant throats. Actually, the two looked a lot like wild dogs, in a world they only knew. He did not dare interrupt them, but, when Iason looked at him, a mischievous look in his eyes, he felt like he wanted to run away. There was something wild there, something dangerous, and Riki knew the target would be him. But Iason didn’t act up. Instead, he laughed, and said:

- Raoul was just telling me how he and Katze fucked.

Riki threw an incredulous look towards Raoul.

- I hope you treated him well, he huffed, somehow feeling that he was being left out of this male bonding session.

- Oh, yes, Raoul agreed, drawling out the words, I swear that he mewled like a cat in heat while I took him.

- Like you do sometimes, Riki, Iason added, and the black haired felt his cheeks catching fire, despite the fact that he had bedded both the males sitting in front of him. That was too private, and Iason should have left it that way.

But the Blondies seemed not to care about Riki’s embarrassment and they began this time to make mewling sounds. They stopped dead when a cold voice asked:

- Why have you called for me, Iason?

Katze’s face was completely unreadable.

- Oops, I forgot to tell you. Katze’s here. Riki said, looking menacingly at Iason.