Forbidden

This is a collaboration between Lady Tsukiyomi & Kiix using roleplay dialogue.

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Forbidden
 
Chapter 1: A Balcony bathed in Moonlight
 
Riki, a beautiful Mongrel stood off to the side of a large ballroom filled with many elegantly dressed Elites and their Pets/husbands/wives. Riki's gaze wandered to the bar where his husband, and Master, sipped Cognac and laughed with his colleagues. For the past five years, Riki had found himself married to Raoul Am, Amoi's top Bio-chemist and second-in-command of the whole planet. Some would have considered it a coupe, especially since Riki was so typically Ceres -- dark hair, dark eyes, tawny flesh and while admittedly perfectly proportioned, rather short. Few knew that when his father's company needed to merge to remain in business, Raoul’s price for that help was Hatori Dark's only son, Riki.

Hatori was desperate not ignorant.. He was not going to have Riki play the Pet to the Blondie Elite. Legally, quite smartly, so Hatori thought, he forced Raoul into a Jupiter sanctioned marriage. His one and only son would be protected.  Raoul and Riki married in what was called the most beautiful ceremony on Amoi and everything was fine until, a few months later, the company failed and Riki’s father had died unexpectedly.

Then the fairy tale marriage collapsed.

Raoul paid off the debt Dark’s company had left then proceeded with a divorce action. Jupiter’s sudden halt and upholding of the contracts and vows set Am’s plans off kilter. It was never his intention to be tied to the Ceres dog forever, no matter now physically appealing he was in bed. Jupiter’s edict was to be obeyed without question. That's when things got bad. Raoul beat him if Riki so much as blinked without his permission. Riki was raped occasionally or sold for a night to an associate for a fine price.

Raoul still allowed him to work on the Black Market. "So I don't have to look at you every minute of the day, you filth." Raoul had told him one day after kicking Riki down the stairs to the cellar before locking him inside. Who would have thought that the trouble he had engaged in when he was younger, would be the only bright part of his day.
 
 This party was wearing on his nerves. The whispered, but it wasn’t low enough to be a true whisper about the sexual antics of Am’s little mongrel. He signed and reached for his cigarettes. Raoul had made it crystal clear that engagning in conversation with the guests was not permitted. The ridicule continued. A pink flush tinted his cheeks. The gathered Elite would be wrong if they thought that it was embarrassment. He was furious.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and came face-to-face with his boss’s boss from the Black Market. Iason Mink.  Riki had seen this Blondie with Katze many times, but never really had the opportunity to say anything. Then again, what would he say to the Head of the Syndicate?

“Hello, Riki." He spoke in a deep, low voice. Riki had to crane his neck to look him fully in the eyes.

"H-hi, Mr. Mink," he replied shakily.

Iason smiled a rare smile. "Sweet and polite as always. Come join me for a smoke on the balcony." He gestured to said balcony with one large, yet elegant, gloved hand.

Riki nodded. "I'll just be a minute,"
 
He turned and walked to his husband and bowed. Raoul didn't even turn. He simply rolled one sea-green eye toward him and gave him a look that said 'What the hell do you want?' Riki gulped. "M-may I get some fresh air, Master?"

Raoul sighed and waved him away. a sign that meant 'Anything to get you away from me'. Riki went quickly outside to where Iason waited. Iason offered him a Majestic Blue cigarette after lighting it for him. "Thanks," Riki said and took a deep drag. He'd been craving one of these for so long.
 
 The last time he tried to smoke one, Raoul had snatched it and pressed the lit end to Riki's exposed belly. "What did I TELL you about this! This reeks. This stench travels with you throughout the manor. I have to fumigate the place to get the smell out. Maybe you Ceres sluts like living in fetid conditions, but you are in Eos now. A pet has more sense that you do." he yelled and slapped Riki hard across the cheek then broke the cigarette in half before stomping away leaving a servant to tend to the poor Mongrel boy.

Riki snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Iason bend down to whisper in his ear.
 "He doesn’t deserve something as precious as you."

Riki took a another drag of his cigarette and then blew it up into the night air. It felt good to be outside, away from the rest of those intellectuals. He flicked his eyes sideways and found the tall Blondie regarding him, those blue eyes caressing his lips as smoke escaped from them. Considering Iason Mink had come outside of the balcony for a cigarette, he held the smoldering import between two elegant fingers. The thing was going to burn to ash without touching those pale perfect lips.

Riki blinked. What the hell was he thinking? Raoul owned him – body and soul. Pets were treated better than he was but he was legally married to Am. And as such, he was that particular Blondie’s property even if he was several classes beneath him and Raoul had made it clear that no one played with his toys unless invited. As tempting as this big Blondie was, the punishment that would follow would not be worth it. Raoul had taught him that on their wedding night. He was a mongrel and should consider himself damn lucky to be able to kiss the feet of the Elite.

"Whether he deserves me or not, I'm stuck with him. That's life. I better go before he actually remembers me and coming looking" Riki tossed his burnt out cigarette into a large pot filled with cigarette butts. He forced back a small smile. Considering it was a lower class vice, it seemed the Elite indulged in smoking. "Thanks for the smoke. It'll be my last one for a long time.”

Riki moved around the tall blond to head back into the party. Iason caught Riki around the waist and swung him around so his back hit against the terrace railing. Iason smiled down at the smaller man. The dark emotional eyes of this black haired man widened and he stared up at the pale, the skin of the Blondie was even more ethereal in the light of the twin moons.

"You don't have to leave just yet. I saw Raoul head off to the Grand Salon with the rest of his cronies...so it’s just you and me and the light of the moon. Unless you truly want to chase after him?"

Iason let the back of a finger trail down Riki’s warm flesh. The dark haired mongrel blushed a pretty shade of pink; if he were a painting, he'd be a priceless masterpiece. Iason would install him in his penthouse and light him to perfection. He could spend an eternity staring at the contrasts: beauty/mongrel; softness/muscles; blonde/black.
"Riki, do you want to chase after Raoul to just have him treat you so shabbily?"

A thumb came up and ran along Riki’s lower lip. " M-Mr. Mink... "

Iason felt his body react as a pink tongue darted out and moisten the soft flesh. Now lightly lubricated, Iason’s thumb slipped back across the shell pink flesh. So slick and warm. His breathing deepened as he got hard. A slight flush crossed his cheeks as well. "If you say no to this...I'll walk away now. If you say yes....anything is possible."

"Y-yes" The acquiesces was just a whisper on the wind.

Iason leans over offers a sweet kiss. This boy needed to know the touch of gentleness, he needed to crave it with every inch of his being. When that happened, this beautiful creature would be his…forever. And forever wasn’t anywhere near as long as he needed to work this…feeling from his body. Secretly, Iason didn’t want to work his way out of this soul stirring desire.

"Flawless...you must look absolutely stunning when you lost in desire, my pet."

"I don't know. Sex with Raoul isn't always...pleasant *

Iason had never wanted anything before. If there was even a perceived interest, it was handed to him. He was Jupiter’s golden boy. It was a position he was bred for and he did his job to the perfection that was ingrained in him. Still, the first time Raoul had introduced his ‘wife’—due to a corporate merger with a Ceres company that was now defunct, Iason had felt a kick in the heart. Riki. A dark haired, dark eyed, tanned skinned Ceres native – a mongrel, a dog born through a series of accidents and happenstance. Iason wanted him. He wanted something he couldn’t have. He shouldn’t have. Riki belonged to someone else. The black haired boy danced through his dreams for months until finally…

Now he had the objective of his desire in his arms. It was better than any of his dreams. The warmth…no, the heat of that smaller body pressed up against him. Iason leaned forward and pressed another kiss on those lips that had so tantalized him.

"That's because he doesn't care....it’s because he doesn't know the treasure he has. You are a raw gem, my pet. Lost in the glitter of the perfectly cut stones Jupiter has designed. We are artificial wonders. You are the real thing. I won't tell Raoul of the gem he ignores...I will hone you myself. My beautiful, Riki."

Iason didn’t know how to kiss. Riki found that amazing. A Blondie looking like he did was inept. But then again, Raoul had said that the Leader of the Syndicate, which in turn mean the head of Tanagura was a perfect example of what a Blondie was supposed to be: intelligent, ruthless, logical and celibate. Considering how deviant Raoul’s desires were, the little mongrel had thought that it was just jealously talking.

Riki found himself reaching up and pulling Iason’s head down and showed him how to give a passionate kiss Ceres style. Their tongues danced a sensual, erotic dance. Iason was a fast learner. Riki found himself crushed between the solid terrace railing and the hard but yielding warmth of toned thighs. They held each other in a tight new lover’s embrace as the twin moons bathed them in their silvery light

"You may belong to him in name...but you will be mine in deed."

"Y-yes" Riki gasped as Iason nibbled on his tender lips and kissed the flesh of his tender throat; he was suddenly picked up and his legs wrapped around Iason's waist. Riki felt Iason's unmistakably large bulge press against his own answering erection. This was so wrong. Raoul would know. Somehow he always knew. Iason bucked up against him. Right now, he didn’t care what Raoul would do to him. He had never felt like this since his father had sold him in marriage to the blondie. "Iason…"

A large murmur of voices washed over them. Iason groaned knew he had to set his precious gem back on the balcony. "The party is breaking up. As much as I want you, Pet." Regretfully sliding the mongrel down the front of his body.. "I have to let you go. Call me."

Iason hands Riki his card. He is mildly surprised that his hands are steady considering his whole world had just been knocked off his axis.

The smaller man looked up into the glittering blue eyes of the Head of the Syndicate. A quick glance left you with the impression that all Blondie Elite were the same. Raoul never made him feel this way. Raoul as a scientist knew the body and how to get desired results, but clinical sex never set his blood on fire or made his heart feel like it was beating out of his chest. His mind told him to refuse Iason Mink. He watched as his hand reached out and took the card. He swallowed hard then turned on his heel and headed back into the room to intermingle with the rest of the crowd. His body was alive for the first time in years.

"We are leaving."

Raoul ghosted up to his side and roughly grabbed his upper arm. Blondie strength could crumble bones. Riki knew to keep the pain off his face as Raoul maneuvered him around the room saying his good-bye’s to his colleagues. Finally they made the room circuit and Raoul walked him toward the exit. Unbidden, Riki’s eyes glanced toward the balcony were Iason still stood looking out across the lights of his city.

Iason watched silently as Raoul paraded Riki around like a miniature poodle. He had caught the flash of pain on the boy’s face when Raoul took his arm to escort him. Raoul was a brilliant scientist and most of his experiments provided vast amounts of credits to the planet’s coffers. Still…..

Iason turned to the moon a slight blondie smile on his face. "My Pet, Riki. You will be mine in body as well as deed." This is said low enough and no one heard it but the supposed men the twin moons.