Out of the Embers

Not owned by me. Really.

*****

His quick-set rage left his limbs flailing, even against the confinement of the straps. In his quickly recovering haze, he didn\'t feel the rounded stubs of his legs thrash into the hospital padding beneath him. The pain was excruciating, so great, that he was stunned into silence for a moment, before letting loose a lusty roar of agony. The attendant rushed over, an oral pain relief in hand. He fitted the face mask over Iason\'s mouth and pumped it, releasing a few sprays of distress reducing medication.

Iason breathed, trying to relieve the great anguish on his legs. The chilled mist performed its work. His legs, what remained of them, soothed into a dull tolerable throb.

\"My legs?\" Iason asked, his gaze lowering on himself. The blanket partially fallen away, revealing two heavily bandaged cusps, ending several inches above the normal location of the knee. Iason tore the rest away, revealing the entirety. Rounded bandages ran the length of what remained. Iason shook his head, an unidentifiable smile on his face. \"I should have expected.\"

\"The medical attendant will have more to say on that condition,\" Raoul responded,\" as soon as I am gone, I\'m sure.\" He looked at the hoovering aid, and with a motion of his hand, sent him back to a far corner to wait at their pleasure.

\"Yes,\" Iason nodded, closing his eyes while the medicine worked,\" The rat. What of him?\" He leaned his head back into the rest, allowing the soothing tendrils of relief to calm his linger aches.

\"I have that taken care of,\" Raoul stated in a way that immediately eased Iason. The attendant seemed displeased at the intense whelm of emotions overcoming his patient.

\"He\'s dead?\" Iason questioned. Damn. Opportunity wasted.

\"No... But a suitable punishment for his attempted crimes has been procured,\" Raoul\'s smile was tremendously satisfied, as though remembering some great incident far off.

Iason waited for a greater explanation, but it appeared that his fellow Blondie was finished with this cryptic statement. He knew his friend, and his silent obstinance.

\"Very well,\" Iason allowed,\" Keep your secrets. At least until I leave here. Then you will tell me everything,\" Iason smiled a Blondie smile, and Raoul was much obliged.

\"Even better still. I will show you,\" Raoul amended, quipping Iason\'s curiosity again.

\"I look forward,\" Iason measured his friends stance, trying to decipher this possible news,\" to what you have to show me.\"

\"I am sure you will be most pleased,\" Raoul responded. Iason rested his head back on the support behind him, his eyelids coming together again.

\"Riki,\" he began, blue eyes radiating towards his friend,\" Can I see him?\"

\"I don\'t think that would be possible,\" Raoul answered, after a moments hesitation. \"At least, not at the moment. Riki is still at my apartment.\"

\"Why?\" Iason asked, narrowing his eyes, showing his displeasure.

\"There was only time for one person to visit you upon your awakening from surgical stasis. I, as your secondary estate proprietor, have more clout and position to make your acquaintance.\"

Iason gritted his teeth as much as his conditioning would allow him. Raoul continued. \"Soon, I believe, you will be able to visit. Next time, I swear, I will bring your Pet to you - medically providing- and you will be able to do whatever you wish to him. With him.\"

Iason allowed himself to think of the many possibilities this could entail.

\"Would you know, ah, just how long that would take? How long it will be?\' Iason ventured delicately.

\"Again, another question for your care-giver at charge.\" Raoul looked to defer the question to the aide,\" When we finish up here, that is. I\'ve waited enough to converse with you.\"

\"Waited? And there were times you couldn\'t stand to be rid of me,\" Iason knew to put that train of conversation behind him.

\"Only when you didn\'t listen to me,\" Raoul remarked gently.

\"If there was ever a time I did listen to you, then we would have never assembled together in the first place. Not long enough to have a meaningful conversation, that is,\" Iason chucked, a feeling of detached good-feeling taking over.

\"I\'m sure,\" Raoul nodded, allowing the meandering stream of Iason\'s word to continue. The medication was apparently creep back, starting to wear on him, while the effects of the adrenaline shot were fading. Iason was reverting back to a sleepy slumbering state. \"For now, though,\" Raoul set a hand upon his friends hand,\" I feel it would be best if I took my leave. Your medical personnel would be better suited to take over.\"

Iason managed a bare nod, understanding too, that he was drifting back off into another realm. His incoherency brought the medical technician over, who apprised his patient\'s state.

\"Sir,\" he leaned respectfully to Raoul,\" I must tend to my patient now. While he is still articulate and his speech fluid.\"

\"I understand,\" Raoul stated. \"We wish to see to it that Sir Mink is to receive the best of care.\"

The attendant stood with his head bowed respectfully until he received sufficient nonverbal cues that Raoul was satisfied with his deference.

\"Iason,\" Raoul very briefly clasped his friend on the warm,\" I will return soon. Perhaps I will have a much wanted guest along.\" Raoul deliberately teased. \'Perhaps\' nothing. Hell or high water, Riki would be along on the very next drop-in.

\"That would be,\" Iason mumbled,\" most pleasurable. Thank you.\"

Raoul gave what passed as a Blondie smile and took his leave. He left through a pair of double doors that parted from seemingly no where, and Iason was left with the attendant.

\"Master Mink, I must say that it is a pleasure to serve you. Jupiter bestowed a great honor upon me when she chose me to be the one to stand before you and perform treatment.\" The attendant continued with more of his assurances as to his pleasure at helping Iason. During this, he checked basic vitals and signs, having Iason follow his light with his eyes, and the like. He reiterated his deep honor in being chosen for this task, as his fingers worked behind Iason’s hands, checking the lymph nodes, though it was said in a way that did not absolutely make him out to be a brown-nosing subservient. He was a highly skilled medical professional; his skills were most needed and celebrated. Posturing towards his patients was not a daily or even regular occurrence.

\"Yes, yes,\" Iason grew weary of this verbalizing. The adrenaline booster was wearing off, and he could feel his energy lagging. Let this be over with while he still had a conscious thought in his head. With Riki not there, and Raoul just departed, staying conscious seemed unappealing. So did the prospect of another injection. Another shot could be a disastrous idea. The jump start to his heart, Iason\'s guess about his condition, did not shine favorably on his general health.

\"What I can say about your legs, what you yourself may have noticed,\" he remarked, coming close to the Blondie, settling at his side, his hand encased in protective hygienic latex and his hand wandering towards the shortened ends,\" is that you are lacking. Three inches above the patellar joints, to be specific. All and any bone, muscle, and meat below have been lost, and are deemed unrecoverable. The remaining residual limbs are healing nicely, and while you may have noticed the pain earlier, it actually can be seen as a good sign.\"

\"I can just imagine,\" Iason commented,\" The ability to feel pain must be better than the ability to feel nothing at all.\"

\"Precisely.\" The tech nodded. \"What you have is known as neurolysis, or where the nerve endings ball up and curls into what remains of the limb stump. This is excellent. While being very painful for you, it also shows us that you still have recoverable feeling in your remaining limbs. This naturally allows for us to apply a prosthetic. Or dual prosthetics, in your case.\"

\"Would these allow me to walk properly?\" Iason inquired, his hands stroking across his abdomen.

\"Of course,\" the attendant answered promptly, confidently,\" With proper therapy and monitoring, you should regain full motion in a few short weeks. Walking will easily come after that.\"

\"This is good news,\" Iason sighed, feeling the drift of the fading stimulant.

\"Quite, sir,\" It seemed to Iason the attendant watched him, so he seemed to understand he was ready for a rest. He wrapped up his talk with the Blondie quickly, giving small details about what when the metallic faux limbs would be made, and options on how to make them appear more lifelike. A small but cautious list of possible complications were included, along with his own well wishes. Soon Iason felt the overwhelming sensation of induced sleep. The technician left him to his sleep, after a clinical readjusting of his blankets around him.

The dull edge of his consciousness found Iason waking slowly. A deep moan sent his senses into awareness faster that any adrenaline shot, for it wasn’t his own vocalization..More so, it was a moan wrapped around the fledgling erection he had. The moan coming from the lavcious lips and dark head of hair at the base of the bed.

Not from him, at least not just yet. A tiny tickling sensation from his in-care gown, crinkled. The hem was left somewhere around his tender stomach.

A dream, a damn pleasant one, assaulting him, recalling his Pet performing fellatio with his grand supply of experience.

He breathed deeply and his hands shook unsteadily in front of him as he reached for his Pet... for Riki. His finger hooked into the threads of coal hair, and Riki responded to this by bettering his attentions. He busily sucked and pressured against him, so Iason couldn’t help but be entirely swollen.

A wonderful dream, he thought to himself.

“Rikiii,” his voice drawled off as the mongrel playfully tugged at his heavy testes. A dainty slip of the tongue, and Iason found his control slipping as he spent himself deep in Riki’s mouth. He weakened stamina caused him to flow over his perceived Riki’s lips. He laid back on his pillow, savoring the sensation, while Riki tugged the gown down more presentable, and then straddled his way up the Blondie’s waist.

Iason raised his arms and snaked them around the trim hips.

“Heavy medication may just work for me,” he purred fitting the mongrel closely to him.

“I’m no head trip,” Riki gasped at the close contact,” I’m all real...” He gave a small sound when Iason gripped him, almost too close.

“Iason,” the small mongrel breathed into his hair, giving in and enjoying what his master had to offer, his hands grasping at blonde locks.

“How did you get in here?” the Blondie asked,” Raoul said you were back at his apartment. You couldn’t leave there if you wished even. Not without his explicit per-“

“He doesn’t hold the lease on my pet ring,” Riki mumbled into Iason’s tresses . He touched a close silver cuff on his upper arm which Iason just noticed. “You do. Even after all this time.”

“Then am I right to say that you missed me?” Iason managed a sleepy sated chuckle, his hand gripping his pet as though he feared to lose him.

“Hell yes,” Riki leaned in even closer.

“Even that you even sneaked out from Raoul’s apartment?” he asked in quiet bemusement.

“Easy enough,” the Pet retorted,” His Furniture’s scared shitless of me.”

Iason quietly chuckled, and pulled his pet up for a deep kiss.

“Wait, no!” Riki pulled back, a hand covering his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Iason wondered, reaching to steady his pet.

“Semen mouth,” Riki scrunched his face in something akin to disgust He tugged the thin sheet, and wiped at his tongue. “It’s gross.”

A broad but slow forming smile made its way onto the handsome Blondie face.

“Now I know it’s you,” he lifted the dark skinned youth’s chin up to stare at the eyes he knew so well. Hand released the piece of cloth and Riki melted first, into the gaze Iason gave him, and then into their deeply shared kiss. Even with his poor attempt at scrubbing it off, Iason could still taste his personal essence and something exclusively Rikiish in their deep communication of their love.

“What the Hells is going on here?!” A voice from behind demanded.