AnK - Black Moon Rising

Black Moon Rising

By: ElegantPaws with all due deference to Yoshihara Rieko

Edited by: Ainzfern

Key Pairing: Raoul/Katze

Rating: Mature – Mature Content

Parts: WIP – 16 of 25

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This dedication is to No-Chick the brains behind – Adventures in Babysitting. One of the most delightfully inventive takes on Roy, Maes and Friends as teens. The dialogue is razor sharp, hilariously funny and yet, there are moments between the would be teen lovers (Maes/Roy) that make you wonder where in hell is the ice water? Their personal asides are priceless. It is a charmingly told tale well worth your time, if only for the poignant moments of young Edward Elric making Roy’s life a living hell lol. Genius!


Chapter 16 of 25 – The Rules of Attraction (Post OVA)


The feel of cold tile against his back sent shivers down the dealer’s spine. Katze almost purred as their tongues danced for supremacy and he staked his claim of Raoul’s lips.

So soft, so yielding and such a startling contrast to the hot well muscled chest that pressed against his, radiating warmth well beyond that of the relentless pinpoint massage of pressurized water streaming from the shower upon their heads.

Katze had always wondered about this art, the art of kissing. It was strangely intimate, in fact, more intimate than he had previously imagined. No wonder some within the stable utterly refused to kiss the clientele. His lids fluttered open briefly, not much to see really.

He palmed Raoul’s rear. So much more, he decided, to feel when they remained closed to irrelevancies outside the moment of touch, and the fragrant eddies of warm clean skin beneath his roaming finger tips.

This time he did purr as their lips parted and his eyes automatically went reproachfully to Raoul’s panting mouth; what right had it to breathe? That tongue was still in there somewhere and they had not yet declared a truce. He tipped up on his toes and angled his head, determined to reclaim that welcoming wetness.

Raoul’s warm chuckle reverberated in the stall as he lowered his head, accommodating the unspoken demand and the heated reproving gaze.

Thus far, the mongrel showed definite personal preferences for specific parts of his anatomy while kissing. Not surprisingly, Raoul thought in a self-satisfied way, the list of his anatomical merits appeared to be growing.
It was pleasant this physical inventory and surprisingly gentle, almost tentative at first, as if expecting a rebuff. Always, he returned to the mouth, tasting to his fill. Apparently, the chocolate inducement of their previous encounter had not been the only enticement.

Katze enjoyed kissing. This was decidedly pleasing.

He drank of Raoul’s mouth, drowning slowly in warmth, drowning with each touch of tongue’s tip and the softness of that usually vicious mouth that had finally found its true calling. Jupiter but he did this well too. Oh sure, he had to bend a bit, but still. Long sinuous legs did find a temporary solution to the height discrepancy.

The dealer gritted his teeth and raised his arms, unhappily relinquishing his grasp of a delightfully formed buttock. Now that he had a good grip on the Elite, sharp pain to his shoulder not withstanding, he raised himself just that little bit more without relinquishing the Blondie’s mouth. Not quite perfect, but it did even things up a bit.

Raoul smirked against his lips and eased back, taking things literally into his hands. Two butt pegs to be exact. Katze winced as he was pinned firmly and hoisted while those long fingers guided his thighs up over Raoul’s lean waist in an open caress. Katze sighed with contentment and locked his ankles behind Raoul’s back; much less strain on his arm’s socket. Yes even better. Now they could get down to some serious business.

Okay so Raoul’s dick was at it again with the nudging as was his and it didn’t help that the blasted Elite was running those hot mesmerizing fingertips up and down his sides, only stopping on occasion to add further fire to his loins with those equally sinful thumbs of his, that teased his nipples with barely there circles and the occasional wicked pinch that went straight to his cock. He was good alright and all to prepare the mongrel for entry once more.

Breaking the kiss, Katze looked levelly for the first time into sea green eyes that looked very content but questioningly at his lips, again with the nudging and the querulous brow.

Katze gathered the long sodden mane over one broad shoulder and studied it; it curled when wet. He smiled with the new discovery, raising his gaze to those jewel toned eyes.

“If that’s what you want,” he took a deep breath, expecting the worst, “can I just suck you off this time? I promise you’ll like it.”

Raoul’s gaze shifted from his lips. An already slippery finger clinically rimmed then penetrated the mongrel causing him to hiss, his abdomen tightening at the unexpected intrusion.

“I asked, you nicely, Sir Am, cause I know you don’t get this stuff, but to put it bluntly, your lots not exactly easy to accommodate and I’m kinda sore! You try being me, for a change.”

The Elite pursed his lips in thought and watched the angry glow in Katze’s eyes with interest. “I will admit being rather forceful with you earlier, but you seemed no worse for wear and appeared quite content with my attentions.”

Katze blinked away droplets of water and sighed. “I know. I wanted it too and it felt good, but you know…” the dealer shrugged attempting a brave smile and tried to lower his legs to no avail. Those steel bands called arms were not giving way.

He looked at the Elite from the side. Raoul didn’t actually look pissed, more contemplative.

“I’m not lying, if that is what you’re trying to work out. It’s not ‘cause I don’t…well…” Katze’s mouth slammed shut. “Never mind, let me just do you and get this over with. It’s what you want, right?”

The Elite’s eyes narrowed dangerously, pale lids lowering further to the rather prominent and attentive length of manhood twitching against his own stomach, that was not his own.

“But not what you want, of course?” Raoul added off handedly.

With as much diplomacy as he could muster, the mongrel lowered his arms from around Raoul’s neck, expectantly. Nothing happened, just the blank stare. It was like looking at a bloody automaton when they got like this.

Raoul was obviously attempting to work out some shit or other, but at least he hadn’t dropped him. In fact, the Elite had hardly moved at all. Just stood there like a freakin’ statue, entirely wordlessly, while the water pelted his back.

Katze tried again “Okay, maybe I wasn’t clear in what I am asking, Sir Am. In order to do you, I need to get on my knees. You’re gonna have to let me down, Sir Am, if that is okay?”

Raoul did not budge, instead selecting to turn of the lever with his current parcel in arms and stepped out of the shower stall.

“Sir Am, did you hear me?”

Ignoring the soft, tremulous whisper, Raoul Am, Chief Scientist of Tanagura decided to do a proper and complete inspection of the well equipped room. “Surely you have something to alleviate this manner of discomfort in your line of business?”

Katze grabbed his own forehead in disbelief. “Oh God, Raoul…no. Please, just come in my mouth. I’m tired and then you can leave.”

The dealer sighed, placing his arms once more around the stubborn neck. Why was Raoul looking at him quizzically all of a sudden? Had he said something wrong?

“Left drawer second shelf, if you must, Sir Am.” The quizzical expression shifted, green eyes no longer sparkled but now looked determined as one hand left a possessively cupped buttock.

The Elite actually smiled, holding up the tube for verification.

“Fine, you found it, Sir Am. Can you let me down now, please, so I can use it?”

Raoul appeared to have gone deaf as he read the instructions, lifting it away from the mongrel’s fingers. It was evident he found it suspect.

“They cannot be serious about this application? Who authorized this? There are enough drugs here to fell a slavering beast! No, I won’t have it. You will do without. I have not torn you. I must admit a certain level of exuberance, but this will be altered as to need in future.”

Katze glared at Raoul’s truly flawless profile. He was impossible and had obviously developed selective hearing in the last minute or so.

The dealer shook his head and tried glaring at the furrowed brow of the handsome recalcitrant who had dismissively discarded the medication and returned his palm to the cooling buttock.

Determined, Katze tried again, this time more slowly now that he had the Elite’s full attention.

“Sir Am, if you let me put that crap on, you can get to piston my ass and this night is done. I have to pick you up in less than”…Katze looked over Raoul’s shoulder to the chronometer above the shelving with growing desperation, “barely eight hours.”

Raoul waggled a finger in censure, tapping Katze’s nose. “Tone, Katze…tone. I do not like the tone. Correct it.”

He did let him down however and threw a towel at the mongrel. “Dry me, if you please?”

An auburn brow arched in irritation above narrowed cognac eyes as the redhead set to work.

The job finished, Katze did not bother to retrieve another but used the same to dry himself, while Raoul sauntered out and lazily inspected his closet for something suitable.

With an aggravated sigh the mongrel wrapped the towel about his waist and territorially stepped in front of the Elite, tapping something out of Raoul’s line of sight.

The Elite noted the well ordered closet assumed a quietly mechanical hush and its contents began to move forward and out of sight into a void that consisted of nothing more that seeming light prisms. It was an optical illusion of course, he knew. The Blondie did, however, toy with correcting the clear breach in protocol but chose to glower instead at the surprisingly proportionately broad shoulders in front of him. They still glowed with residual moisture dripping from the mongrel’s hair.

Self consciously Raoul licked his lips, well pleased for the darkness that hid his want. It would not serve him to lend any immediate thought as to why he was so drawn to this imperfect specimen.

The mechanism stopped and Raoul watched as Katze reached for what could only be a vestment sac, whose seams gave way by simple touch. It revealed a dark maroon robe of exquisite quality and obvious alien design by the look of the ornamentation upon its sleeves.

Grudgingly, carefully Katze turned to face what he knew would be an accusing stare. “If you please, Sir Am, try this. I think you will find it fits, almost perfectly. It’s more for someone roughly your height.”

The redhead observed the Elite’s back stiffen and the darkening of those emerald eyes that scanned the material repeatedly, while large hands clenched tightly.

Katze’s level gaze never left Raoul’s as he pressed it against a broad chest. “As you have already guessed, it was to have been a gift to Admon, Sir Am. I will get him something else. Consider it yours.”

The robe was taken and flung to the carpet without a word. Katze had to admit, it really hadn’t been necessary to state the obvious, but there was a part of him that sniggered; any victory however small was still a victory.

“I thought as much. It was just an offer, Sir Am. No offense intended.”

“Offense taken, little mongrel. I would strongly advise you never to make that manner of comparison again.”

Gracefully Katze bent and retrieved the robe, placing the soft material over a chair for later redress and took a deep breath. No point arguing about a matter of three or four inches. He flicked the towel from about his waist angrily to the ground.

“Yes, Sir Am.”

No point heading for the closet, not as if he was going to have a reason to put anything on.

He threw himself on the bed, face first. No fucking gymnastics this time, the starchy feel of dried cum on his sheets just exacerbating his irritability at the moment.

The bed sank beneath him almost immediately and automatically Katze eased up onto his knees, stuffing a pillow beneath him with a mumbled curse and folded his arms beneath his head in preparation.

Raoul would have to take it as presented, if he wanted it that bad.

Internally Katze vowed not to move or utter a sound of encouragement. He wasn’t in the mood damn it! This was gonna hurt and the bastard wouldn’t even allow him the small narcotizing comfort with his self-righteous bullshit, as if he cared.

They were all so fuckin’ selfish, he thought as a damp mane tickled his ear and long arms bent just above his shoulders while Raoul leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Where was that ever lovin’ pushy cock of his?

“What in Jupiter’s name are you doing, Katze? You look preposterous. Sit up.”

Katze blinked and abruptly turned to meet bright eyes that wondered down the Elite’s own torso to his sex.

“Well, what do you suggest we do about, my little issue?”

“There’s nothin’ little about your ‘issue’, Sir Am.”

Raoul’s eyes danced as they watched the way the weary mongrel turned, plumped his own pillows in irritation and retrieved a smoke – probably strategizing. He always appeared to be strategizing, when the solution was quite obvious.


~~~BMR~~~


The Elite pointed at the robe across the room disdainfully. “That was being given to the whore, for what exactly? Services rendered?”

“More like services interruptus, Sir Am. Not really sure anymore, just thought such an aesthetic creature would like it.” Katze shrugged, their eyes meeting in the ambient light of the pale moons glow. “Why do you ask, if I might be so bold?”

The twins were doing their usual dance above the skylight casting their silvered wrath-like shadows across the coverlet and the bedding’s occupants.

“Just curious,” the Elite offered noncommittally adjusting his back. It was amusing watching Raoul try to maintain that stately poise butt naked, managing remarkably well under the circumstances. Once a Blondie, always a Blondie.

Katze sniggered at the irony and reached over the Blondie to the other bedside table. “Do you mind?”

It wasn’t for want of trying as a hand stopped his progress. “Just a warning Katze. Should you pull some implement that is not to my liking from that drawer, there will be repercussions.”

“Seriously…” the mongrel shook his head. “Try trusting me, Sir Am. I have an alternative that might please you to no end and heighten the experience. It will give you something to focus on while I go down on you.”

Katze retrieved and offered the box matter-of-factly for inspection. “You get to be the first, post R&D to try it.”

Raoul took it, his fair brows furrowing with suspicion as he opened the little box that contained two tiny discs meant to adhere to skin. “What do they do?”

“What don’t they do more like,” Katze smirked, easing himself over the Elite’s lap sinuously with downcast eyes. “Just trust, Sir Am. You’ll like the dual sensation, if I read you right.”

“Meaning?”

“You’ll feel what I feel and vice versa, forbidden territory for an Elite.”

Emerald green eyes widened briefly. “What you are implying is totally illegal. This has been banned by my medical council.”

Katze grinned, smoothing long fingers over a taut chest cavity and down long powerful arms with infinite care, enjoying the involuntary shiver it caused the Elite. He retrieved the small box and its contents from the outstretched palm and kissed it, as if in afterthought, studying the pads of the Blondie’s fingers.

“With all due respect, Sir Am, the Black Market doesn’t know or care from banned. You of all people should know that?” Katze licked Raoul’s index finger suggestively with a wan smile.

Raoul moaned softly, expelling a long breath as Katze lowered his head to Raoul’s tense jaw line, enjoying the feel and scent of a smooth warm cheek against his.

“We are always seeking new avenues of profitability. This one has promise.” He whispered into the Elite’s ear teasingly nipping the velvet soft lobe between his teeth. The dealer kissed away what he hoped was a proper sting. “It feels good and is perfectly safe for humanoids,” he murmured against porcelain skin, kissing a wet path down the Elite’s neck.

Raoul groaned in ecstasy as soft lips captured a nipple and lathed it exquisitely and then the other and back again, cutting a path straight to his groin, who wanted its turn.

He’d lost track of the box. It really didn’t seem that important now as he drifted but for the nagging impulse to dominate this little game while sliding down onto the silken sheets allowing the mongrel some semblance of control for the moment.

Raoul watched with glazed eyes the near serpentine movement of the pale body atop his and the pervading warmth engendered in each touch of skin.

Blissful.

Logic, he would handle this with logic. He could and would compartmentalize with the best of them, though his ear still stung. There would be repercussions for that unsanctioned nip…later. Apparently his earlobes had been added to the mongrel’s tasting repertoire.

No, he would not be outdone by a mere mongrel clearly determined to have his way.

This manner of device would not be used to tap into his cerebral cortex in order to heightening his hormone receptors. It was simply not done, particularly to an Amoian Elite; Pets possibly, never a Blondie. This was forbidden by Jupiter itself.

Or so he thought from a hazy distance as still damp auburn hair tickled his torso in retreat and those damn fingers, those beautiful mesmerizing fingers, stroked and petted their way to his already open thighs.

He gazed at the pale digits. What would they feel like inside? What would he feel like inside? The creature really was grace and sensuality in his movements, what more could those strong lean hips do with the right impetus to thrust unmercifully?

Raoul sighed languorously as soft wet kisses teased his cock to full wakefulness and a dexterous tongue coiled around his girth and stroked. Those fingers moved then as the redhead settled between wide spread legs and grazed his inner thighs, repeatedly with blunt nails. Odd, the palm that caressed his balls felt inordinately warm, sending pleasurable shimmers of heat, he had not felt before. The Blondie stretched like an overgrown feline, surrendering to the unexpected and damn near intoxicating feel of Katze’s surprisingly skilled ministrations.

He must have done this before. Practice did make perfect. He banished the thought.

The suction of his mouth and the reverberating purr coming from the mongrel’s chest as he lapped and toyed, brought brighter hues of light beneath the Elite’s tight closed lids. This was mind numbing bliss. Raoul’s head swam with sensations, his muscles taut with need for release.

Slick and warm was the haven of that heavenly mouth, even more so than the first time the mongrel had done this. There was something new here. Something warm, dark and forbidden that Raoul chased lazily in his mind, as wet lips cosseted his twitching, distended member and continued to sup.

Where was the source of this all encompassing, perhaps even narcotizing need for conquest? Raoul allowed the alien presence out of curiosity as Katze’s mouth closed over the head of his shaft and began sucking for dear life. His spine tingled with each moist stroke and warm ragged breath.

It was an emotion. Conflicted and yet predatory in nature. It was not his own.

Raoul opened lust dazed eyes and regarded the redhead from that strange preternatural distance, finally recognizing the source of conflicting emotions. Katze was lost in his own world, though amber eyes glistened back up at him with knowing as an unspoken question was quickly shuttered by closed lids.

The moons light captured the rapidly bobbing head and the shadowed presence of an arm, secreted between the mongrel’s own legs as he strove for his own release, not by choice but default.

Those eyes did not close soon enough. For in that brief moment Raoul understood what could never be asked. It was all so clear now why Katze had wanted Admon. The Blondie tried to focus through the warm, pulsing haze of his mind while continuing to writhe in hedonistic bliss, smoothing the damp hairs of the mongrel’s forehead with feather light touches of encouragement.

Admon was substitute, not the intended focus of the mongrel’s lust after all. He was and it was old. Much older than this moment, much older than a few days before, perhaps even older than the moment he himself had surrendered to that one chaste kiss upon Katze’s sick bed.

Clarity was a bitch.

Raoul stilled, closing strong thighs around the mongrel in a painful squeeze of his shoulders. It was almost comical really as those exotically tilted eye looked up into his with surprise.

Rather strong hands tried to pry immovable thighs while the Elite’s twitching length remained between wet, greedy lips. Katze gave a last lingering swipe of tongue to the weeping head of his capture.

The Elite’s vision narrowed, his loins and anus constricting in pleasure at the sight of his own viscous need tethering them in intimacy upon the mongrel’s tongue. Katze head rose in question as well muscled thighs began to relax. They stared at each other silently, a quiet challenge of dominance.

“Come here, Katze.” Raoul beckoned in a lazy rasp, his limbs had become decidedly heavy.

The mongrel’s brows knitted briefly and he cleared his throat nervously. “Why, something wrong?”

A quietly lazy growl of warning echoed within the still bedroom. It did have the desired effect, however. The still querulous looks he was getting as the mongrel slid up between his legs, amused. Raoul shivered in pleasure as hot damp skin met his in an open embrace and the heat of Katze’s own manhood pressed insistently against his.

He shifted beneath the mongrel, eliciting another tortured groan from the dealer’s throat and slid hot hands down the redhead’s damp back, cupping his rear, lifting his groin to sustain the delicious friction.

Katze responded. He knew he would, though his eyes remained firmly closed. Raoul’s body was jogged as the dealer grunted and thrust mindlessly, warm breath fanning the Elite’s neck, while Katze murmuring soft profanities of need.

“Kiss me. You seem to enjoy that as well.”

Katze grimaced as he raised himself on both arms and looked down into that hooded, still secretively challenging gaze.

God, he could come just looking at the fucker, he was so beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to be buried deep in the son-of-a-bitch and ride him to completion until he screamed his name in surrender. He closed his eyes, banishing the wish and lowered his head, taking dry panting lips.

Long fingers managed to find their way from his rear now that the pace had been set and they moved in unison, determined and forceful in their respective goal.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, no longer stayed like the one received so long ago, when he had been in serious pain and the scent and flutter of a soft, clean mane had billowed, giving privacy to the unforeseen, to the forbidden.

Katze blinked, allowing the Elite’s tongue to vanquish his own temporarily as he searched for the source of this thought. It had faded as soon as it had come. Just imaginings, he groaned into the wet, sacred warmth beneath his mouth, knowing full well Raoul’s avarice was fuelled by his own taste upon the mongrel’s lips.

Vain to the end, the dealer mused distractedly as the Elite’s strong frame shifted beneath him subtly, depriving him of his sexual twin. He was forced lower between the Blondie’s straining legs, just below the apex of his sex, that pert, now slick rear, wickedly close.

It was Katze’s turn to growl unintentionally as he reared up and glared at the male beneath him before remembering his place. The man was determined on this night to drive him this side of insane. It was cruel this, just plain cruel to want what you could not have.

The glare was met in kind, causing the mongrel’s auburn brows to lift in unison, his own cock fully aware of what was being requested silently by long legs that coiled about his midsection and the hand that gripped his cock.

~~~BMR~~~


Admon lay coiled upon his bed, panting softly to himself, stroking his member rhythmically to the tune playing on the box. An ancient tune, one his Master had always preferred hearing before rest. No audience now, just the silence and quiet of his room, the small unremarkable space he now called home.

His breath caught as he drew out the pleasure of it, though his cheeks were stained with drying tears. It felt good, but it was not the same. No warmth, no scent, no breath to steal his in surrender, no tightly coiled muscles atop his.

It ticked and purred as it wound down creating a new and eerie tune as his semen arced and he sagged in completion. How he wished it had been Katze pounding his flesh, making use of him in the time honored way. It would have given him tremendous pleasure to sate the mongrel’s hidden desire and awaken others as yet untrammeled by anyone.

He regarded his wet hand and his spent member indifferently.

Within the dark, his ruby eyes sparkled as his aura rose about him in annoyance. Raoul had no idea, no idea at all who he was dealing with and that would be a benefit. His gaze drifted back to the little box, a pale imitation to be sure. It contained no prize unlike the ancient relic.

He knew where to find it now. True, he had attempted to, but that Elite was formidable, but not indomitable. Admon sighed, a wan smile curving his lips. He hadn’t had time enough to seek its true twin. He would have to be careful, but he would retrieve it.

Admon’s eyes darkened in memory. Fortune did smile on him with that comment made flippantly by the sanctimonious Blondie, who had no idea what he held in his study, or in the man currently taking pleasure in his flesh for the first time.

His palms coiled tightly as nails dug into flesh. He would exact vengeance for untold crimes against his beloved, however unrequited.

Still, there was Katze, a poor imitation to be sure, but tethered by nature unbeknownst to even himself. Yes, Admon wanted him and intended to have him, regardless in the meantime. Oh he would have to be cautious, that Elite was dangerous in a different way than his leader. He had abilities, hence the blinding hatred on sight of the Karinese and he was aware of his scent – curious. It repulsed him – intriguing. Few who could detect it resisted. He did, sensing the threat of it to what he truly held dear.

Admon smiled to himself. Raoul, with all his bluster was afraid of him. That made him dangerous. Would he be so giving of his flesh, had he not been?

The box whined quietly down as laughter came from below into the room and the Karinese rested, enjoying the musky scent of his release, making plans for the next time with his new Master.

~~~BMR~~~


Sweat burnt the mongrel’s eyes as he gritted his teeth and sank fully into the hot, tight channel of Raoul’s body for the first time. He did not move preferring to close his eyes and feel, adoring the sensation for what it was and what it meant. Fuck his shoulder was killing him now, but it was worth it as damp trembling thighs rested heavily against him.

Katze could hear Raoul’s less than even breathing as he waited for the mongrel to move.

“You okay?” the redhead managed, lifting a trembling hand to gently stroke the Elite’s thigh in comfort.

Raoul looked back up at him curiously and then snorted. “If you would get on with it, I would be. At this rate, it will take all night to sate your curiosity.”

Katze grinned evilly down at the indomitable male. A warm burst filled his chest briefly as he kissed the naked thigh closest to his lips. “Promises, promises, Sir Am.”

He continued to nuzzle the warm skin beneath his lips and for good measure eased back and thrust hard into the slick, scorching warmth that gripped him fiercely.

A soft keen of want came from the Elite’s lips as he closed his own eyes tightly and reached up and around the mongrel’s neck with powerful arms, his back arching off of the bedding, in a kind of supplication to his fate.

It was enough. It was more than enough, the mongrel thought bending as best he could to reach those lips as he began taking what was rightful his, after all, reverently.


~~~BMR~~~

The twin moons arced against the star filled sky as they did every night awaiting the dawn. No different than any other night, casting their shadowy glow now on two glistening bodies. They were deaf to the cries of completion and the two given names spoken aloud in tired whispers. They remained oblivious and distant from the cooling skins and silent caresses while both drifted to sleep with one final chaste kiss.


Author’s Note

The third longest sensual scene I have ever written *snort* with purpose. I can only hope you enjoyed. Let me know. There is quite a lot that happened here.

Laters…and thank you all for joining me on this journey.

EP